The CEO's runaway wife

Together

"Three years ago, I wasn't obedient enough to you, was I? Did you ever give me a second look back then?" Anna questioned, her voice carrying the weight of past regrets. She gazed at Steven, her eyes seeking understanding in his.

"Anyway, is Steven's marriage unhappy, or is it because Mary at Steven's house isn't obedient?" Her voice took on a hint of curiosity, as if she was trying to dissect the intricacies of Steven's personal life.

"If not, why would you seek an ex-wife to satisfy your desires?" The question hung in the air, challenging the motives that had led to this complicated situation.

Anna wasn't satisfied with the fact that Steven intentionally used others to make fun of her. It had left a sour taste in her mouth, a sense of betrayal she couldn't easily forget.

"Mary and I..." Steven began, his voice laden with hesitation, but Anna's gesture silenced him. She wasn't ready to hear more. Her emotions were a tumultuous sea, and she couldn't afford to wade further into its depths. "Forget it, I'll think about it," she muttered, her mind a whirlwind of confusion and anger.

Angry, but for the sake of the mission, she couldn't afford to make a big deal out of this. Her priorities were clear, and she didn't want personal matters to cloud her judgment. She didn't rush to agree or refuse; instead, she sought to leave quickly, her determination pushing her forward.

Listen unconditionally! She will never be deceived by Steven again!!! Anna's inner resolve echoed like a battle cry. She had learned the hard way not to trust easily, and Steven's actions had only reinforced this lesson.

After cursing Steven 3000 times, she decided to contact the organization to change the plan. She couldn't afford to lose her self-esteem because of the mission. Her pride was a fortress that couldn't be breached, not even by the likes of Steven.

Before she could take out her phone, she spotted her "crying little boy" in the parking lot. His presence, unexpected and poignant, tugged at her heartstrings.

"Why is Jack here, Jack?" Anna's voice was laced with both surprise and concern. She hadn't expected to find her son in this place, in this moment.

"Mom!" The little boy, overwhelmed by emotions and a night spent in an unfamiliar place, ran into Anna's waiting arms. The reunion was a balm for both their souls, a moment of pure, unadulterated joy.

However, Anna didn't understand what was going on with her son. She was about to take Jack home, back to the security of their shared life. Yet, before she could do so, he was lifted onto the shoulders of a tall man.

Steven! Oh no! He finally found out. The fear and realization coursed through her like an electric shock.

Steven handed the little boy to the bodyguard and instructed him to take good care of him. Anna's maternal instincts screamed at her to reclaim her child, but she was halted by Steven's firm hand on her arm.

"Steven, give me back my son," Anna demanded, her voice tinged with unprecedented fierceness. She was ready to fight tooth and nail for her child, for the precious bond that was now under threat.

"A child is not an object. He's not something you can keep or give away at will!" Her anger was palpable, but she tried to restrain it, to channel it into a controlled force. Her love for her son was a fire that couldn't be extinguished.

He didn't tell Anna that when he mentioned Mary, he was touching the detonator of the bomb. The truth, shrouded in deceit, was far more dangerous than Anna could imagine.

Anna didn't understand why he was saying that. She replied, "What nonsense are you talking about? When did I abandon my son?" Her confusion was evident; this revelation about Selena and its connection to her motherly love had blindsided her.

"Then you should ask Selena. I won't let my son have a mother like you." Steven's words were a venomous accusation, and Anna was left stunned. What did Selena, her sister, have to do with this? Moreover, she had given birth to and taken care of her two children for four years without ever bothering Steven. Who was he to criticize her like this?

On the night before Steven's wedding with Mary, he had a sudden accident, with the risk of living as a vegetable for the rest of his life. Mary went abroad and disappeared. Steven's family searched for her family with the hope of marrying her daughter.

Of course, her foster parents didn't want to marry their biological daughter to a vegetable, so they asked Anna to marry her in place of Selena, with generous terms offered by Steven's family. The intricacies of Steven's past were like a labyrinth, filled with unexpected twists and turns.

Anna didn't want to give up her love, let alone become a tool for a marriage of interest. So she decided to run away with the help of Selena, but then she realized that Selena was plotting against her. Betrayal from her own flesh and blood, her own sister, cut deeper than any other wound.

The sister she trusted the most, along with her lover at the time, Wean, had connected with each other and succeeded in bringing Anna to Steven's house. The people she thought she could trust had orchestrated her downfall.

However, due to a misunderstanding, Steven wasn't hurt at all. It was just a little trick he used to avoid his younger brother's pursuit. Living with Steven under the same roof, she slowly developed feelings for this man. She wanted to use her love to influence him, but she forgot that there was someone else in his heart—Mary. Love's complexity was unraveling before her, and it left her feeling vulnerable.

As for Selena, even though Anna saw a figure similar to her at the hospital when she gave birth, she never saw her again. The elusive nature of her sister, the unanswered questions that surrounded her, were a constant source of turmoil.

Anna was determined to get her "crying little boy" back. Her maternal instincts had sharpened into a weapon of unwavering resolve.

At Steven's family villa, Jack sat and wondered why his uncle had such strong animosity towards his mother. Suspicion filled his big eyes. The enigma of his family was now laid bare before him.

"What do you want to say?" Steven asked patiently. Although Jack couldn't imagine that he was not his uncle's son, because he was well-fed, he was considered a good boy. The innocence of childhood, wrapped in confusion, was a poignant contrast.

Great! When such a good person is his father, he decided to say something nice to his mother in front of the handsome uncle!

"Mom hasn't said anything strange to me, just reminding me to eat, sleep on time. Wash your hands before eating to avoid stomach pain." Jack's words were like a balm to a wounded heart, an attempt to mend the tears that had marred their family bonds.

Jack chattered from one sentence to another, speaking continuously, no different from speaking nonsense... In the face of the complicated web of adult emotions, Jack was an island of simple truths.

"Alright, stop talking about her." Steven's voice was tinged with a mix of sadness and frustration. He wanted to protect Jack from the storm that swirled around their lives.

Steven took his phone and went outside to contact Nick, a friend and a psychiatrist. Seeking help and understanding, he reached out to someone who could potentially unravel the mysteries that surrounded their lives.

The little son, who barely spoke for years, suddenly turned into a noisy child only after seeing Anna. It was hard not to attract Steven's attention, so he asked Nick to examine Mark. The transformation in Jack's behavior was a mystery that couldn't be ignored.

In the bedroom, Jack leaned against the window, thinking about how it would be when the security of the villa was upgraded. If he could still escape and meet his mother outside, how great that would be! Jack's dreams of reunification were simple and pure, a child's yearning for the comfort of a mother's love.

While thinking, he suddenly heard a noise from behind. A new presence in his life, a doppelganger, had entered the scene.

Turning back, "the crying little boy" had just sat on the floor, frightened. Mark's presence, uncanny and unexpected, was a riddle Jack couldn't decipher.

"Who... Who are you?" The boy looked at his doppelganger with wide eyes, confusion and fear painting his features.

"Speak softly," Mark said with a disdainful look, wondering why the boy was making so much noise. His own presence was an enigma, and the reasons for his actions were known only to him.

But when he remembered his mother's sweet smile, he quickly explained to Jack. The bonds of brotherhood, even in their strange form, were stronger than any enigma.

"We may be twin brothers, and the person outside is our father, and Anna is our mother. They mistakenly took us for each other. If you can cooperate with me to help them, I'll give you a lot of money." Mark's words carried the promise of a resolution, a plan to mend their fractured family.

Mark's words increased noticeably in the two days, so much so that it could be seen with the naked eye. The transformation in Mark's actions was a testament to the power of brotherly love, even if it was born of a strange set of circumstances.

Although Jack liked crying, his mind was very sharp. He immediately understood the current situation. His youthful innocence was juxtaposed with a shrewd understanding of their predicament.

If he could make a lot of money without worrying about his mother, why not? The allure of riches, especially if they could reunite their parents, was a tantalizing prospect for a child who had been thrust into the complexities of adult emotions.

When he missed his mother and Manh Manh or when he felt tired, he would switch with Mark. The seamless swapping between the brothers was a testament to their unity, their determination to mend their family.

If his parents could reunite, it would be the best! The hope of seeing their parents together was the beacon guiding their actions, no matter how peculiar those actions might be.

The calculation in Jack's heart was very smart, and Mark had thought about it before coming here. The little boy would stay with his mother for a while before considering reuniting his parents. The intricate plan was a testament to the depth of love they held for their parents.

"Dad is a very strange person... I can't let Mom choose wrong." Jack's observation was poignant, the innocence of a child offering insight into the complexities of adult emotions. The determination to ensure their mother's happiness was their guiding light in the labyrinth of their family's secrets and mysteries.