"Only a man shouldering his responsibility can respect his husband and love his kids, instead of indulging himself in mistresses and luxury."
Fredric pressed a hand to his forehead, a clear sign he was being dressed down.
For Jelena, he had trudged through hell and high water, finally managing to divorce Sheryl. But Jelena wasn’t moved, not even a little, not even giving him a chance.
He quickly raised his hand, swearing an oath like a love-struck pup.
"I swear, from this moment on, I won’t lay a finger on any other woman. I’ll be as pure as a monk, just to prove to you I’m on the straight and narrow now."
Jelena curled her lip with an almost smile, silent.
Aurelia, on the side, couldn't help but pull a face. It was true that people always wanted what they couldn’t have and the grass was always greener on the other side.
The thrill of the chase had pumped Fredric's adrenaline, his desire to conquer through the roof.
"Fredric, talk is cheap. It's all about action. How about we all keep an eye on you from now on, deal?"
Fredric with mixed feelings said, “Alright, I’ll submit to the public supervision.”
After the kids had polished off their fruit, they scampered back to their sandcastle.
Nina, pouting as she piled up the sand, said, “I thought Lady Jelena would be pretty, that's why Dad liked her. But at the sight of her, she's not pretty at all, nothing on Mom. Mom is the most beautiful.”
Skyler blinked innocently, “But I think Jelena is pretty. She’s Angel’s cousin, how could she not be?”
“My mom is the beauty, the big star,” Nina declared, staunchly taking her mother’s side.
Mira, with a babyish lisp, chimed in, “I don’t know what’s pretty or ugly. People all look the same to me with two eyes, a nose and a mouth.”
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