Billionaire, Let's Divorce (Mark and Sydney) novel Chapter 156

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Mark’s frown deepened and his eyes swept up and down my frame for almost a minute before he burst out, “I may have amnesia, but I’m not stupid. How could I possibly have such a young mother? How old 

am I?” 

I couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled up my throat. I was sad that he lost his memory but it felt really good, too good, to have him back. To listen to him throw his blunt statements without a second thought. 

Turns out his memory is the only thing he lost afterall. Thank God. I don’t think I would be able to handle him if he turned out to lose his memory and become dense on top of that. He still had his wits around him. 

I took a seat beside his bed and he shifted, now sitting up. “Of course, I couldn’t have given birth to a son as old as you. I’m your stepmother.” 

I couldn’t tell know why I kept at it but it was fun. I guess I wanted to utilize this opportunity that I have. Right now, I was just a random woman and he was just a random man- might be a bricklayer, a policeman, a drunk…anyone at all. Not my ex–husband or Mark Torres, the CEO of a multinational Group or Bella’s ex or Sandra’s fiance, he was just a beautiful man who found himself in a hospital. 

He eyed me suspiciously for a while then he asked, “Then where’s my biological mom?” 

I smirked, “Your real mom is dead, that’s why I could be your stepmother.” 

I haven’t been able to contact Rose since Mark got admitted and she clearly hadn’t tried to reach out to me or come to see her son. I mentally shrugged, it was almost as if she were dead anyway. 

Mark’s gaze was on the hospital’s bedsheet as he looked to be processing my response to his question. 

Suddenly, the door burst open and there was a shout, “I’m not dead!” 

Mark jerked his head up and I turned around too. There, at the door was Rose, her fingers held on to the doorframe as she gritted her teeth and glared at the men holding her back. 

“Leave her, let her in,” I rushed out as one of the guards started to detach her fingers from the doorframe one after the other. 

She threw them a dirty glare as they released her and went back to their posts. She slammed the door and muttered something under her breath. 

Then she furiously marched to the bedside, her death stare on me. She was panting when she stopped 

before me. 

“You wretched woman! How dare you say I’m dead?!” She shouted, sending some drops of saliva flying to my face. 

I drew back, disgusted. Then I took out a hanky and calmly pressed it to my face. I made a mental note to drop it in the bin later as I looked up at her. 

Her makeup was in check, her hair glossed like she just stepped out of a salon after hours of having her hair tended to and as usual she had on her designer dresses and bags. She didn’t even look like a woman whose only son has been unconscious for several weeks. 

I shrugged, “I couldn’t reach you, you didn’t come to see Mark. It was only reasonable to conclude so 

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