Madeline genuinely didn't want to take Leo to school.
She had things to do at the company tomorrow as well.
The overseas technical team was already on track, and after running simulated operations, Madeline was confident there were no issues. The domestic team was still waiting for her to conduct training.
But realizing she needed to wrap up the divorce without further delay, she agreed.
She planned to use dropping off Leo as a chance to finalize the divorce with Lucius, retrieve the signed agreement, and hand it over to her lawyer to handle the rest.
Since she had to take Leo to school, Madeline woke up bright and early.
She ate a quick breakfast and drove out of her neighborhood.
As her car entered the familiar villa district, Madeline felt a momentary daze.
She had lived here for five years, and though she had only been gone for two months, it felt like half a lifetime had passed.
In reality, not a single blade of grass had changed.
Yet Madeline had already begun to feel like a stranger to this place.
Mrs. Miller was overjoyed to see her and hurried out to greet her.
"Ma'am, you're back!"
Madeline paused at the title. She knew Mrs. Miller still hoped she wouldn't go through with the divorce and would reconcile with Lucius. Mrs. Miller was a loyal employee of the Whitman family, but hope was all it was. The housekeeper likely knew deep down that Madeline wasn't looking back.
Madeline asked, "Where's Leo?"
It was about time for him to be eating breakfast. Madeline didn't want to go inside and accidentally intrude on their picture-perfect family of three, which would only make things awkward. She just asked Mrs. Miller to go check when Leo would be coming out.
Mrs. Miller asked, "Have you had breakfast, Ma'am? We have your favorite oatmeal and pastries. How about—"
Just then, Lucius came up from downstairs.
Madeline paused briefly, remembering her objective, and walked out.
Running into Lucius after so long, she found him exactly as she remembered—tall, aloof, and strikingly handsome, yet with a hint of gloom hidden in his eyes. This brooding aura used to subconsciously draw her in, urging her to offer herself to him. Over the eight years they had been together, she had meticulously catered to his emotions and his physical needs, warming him with both wifely devotion and maternal care.
But in the end, he had chosen to cheat on her, just like his ridiculous father.
Lucius spoke up. "Move back in. The kid needs you."
Ever since Lucius discovered that Madeline had moved all her belongings to her own apartment, he had been profoundly displeased.
He felt Madeline shouldn't be acting this way. She was supposed to be exactly as she used to be—taking care of him and the child. It would be even better if she didn't work at all.
She was meant to be a billionaire's wife. No other wealthy wife in his social circle worked outside the home. He was perfectly willing to provide for her, rather than have her causing trouble for him and Liliana at the company or at social events.

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