Chapter 3

I had just put down my phone when a woman who looked like a nanny knocked on the door, cautiously asking if I was feeling better and if I wanted something to eat.

It seems my husband, whom I have never met, is quite wealthy.

I nodded, and soon a series of exquisite dishes were placed in front of me.

I never imagined that ten years later, I would be living the life I once dreamed of.

I tentatively tried to gather information about my “husband.”

The nanny looked a bit surprised and only said that my husband was on a business trip and wouldn’t be back until next month.

That’s good news; by the time he returns, I should be accustomed to the situation.

I picked up the chopsticks and began to eat voraciously.

I must say, it’s all my favorite food.

Suddenly, out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a child peeking in from outside the door.

Thinking this might be my son, my eyes lit up, and I waved him over, saying, “Hey kid, come here.”

He flinched and walked to the bedside with a timid expression.

Why does this child seem a bit afraid of me?

Could it be that I married a rich man and became a stepmother?

I scratched my head and tried to ask in a friendly voice, “Little one, what’s your name? How old are you this year?”

The child’s chubby little face was full of grievance, seemingly unable to understand how a mother could forget her child’s name.

“Mommy, my name is Thomas Chase, nickname Tommy. I’m four and a half years old.”

Chase? It seems I didn’t end up with my dream guy after all.

I continued to ask, “Tommy, let me test you, what’s your dad’s name?”

“My dad’s name is…”

“Tommy! There you are, it’s time to go downstairs and study, don’t disturb the madam’s rest.”

The nanny suddenly appeared at the door, interrupting Tommy’s answer.

“Madam, I’m sorry, I didn’t keep an eye on Tommy, I’ll take him downstairs now.”

The nanny nervously came over and pulled Tommy away.

I was a bit confused about the situation and could only nod.

Since I woke up, the nanny’s attitude has been very strange, as if I’m some kind of disaster.

Since I couldn’t find out my husband’s name, I decided to look for clues myself.

The bedroom was luxuriously decorated, but there were no wedding photos or any signs of another person living here.

Could this be the legendary husband who sends money every month but never comes home?