The joy of raising my child with his father, Xavier, filled my heart. Yet, Thompson had been persistent. This time, he didn't care that I was the king's wife. He chose to monitor my movements until he caught up with me at a boutique with my son.

"Hello, Sofia," he said, extending his hand for a handshake.

"Hi, Thompson. I saw your resignation letter and wanted to ask why you resigned from the job," I inquired.

"Well, you mustn't be told my reason since you've chosen to be a pest on my neck. You never wanted me to have any rest, always demanding what you know I can't afford to...