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CHAPTER 37

A chapter but not a Chapter.

a/n: Happy Saturday, Lovies! Enjoy!

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***3rd persons' POV***

She's been planning on how to evade her very persistent lady bodyguard. Now, more than ever, she needs to be back to all where her sorrows begin.

She's been in contact with her closest confidant, and they were helping her having a decoy passport. The plan was simple yet complicated at the same time.

She will be traveling back to Thailand but on the blanket of the night with 4 different plane tickets booked under her name.

She was starting to heal but a package and a letter pique her interest. It arrived a month ago saying that her son was alive and awaiting her return.

At first, she didn't believe it, but the letter was persistent and with the tight security her lovely husband provided her, it was already a feat receiving secretly those letters.

Her husband was very keen on keeping her safe and he's doing a very good job so far but she's a force to be recon with. She also has connections and faithful circle of confidant that was awaiting her return.

She understood and loved her husband, but him, walking in eggshells around her didn't sit quite right with her.

Her husband was being paranoid with everything. With the news that Mann was killed, he tripled her security. She understood him but this is just getting ridiculous.

That why she was hell bend of knowing what really is happening.

The decoy was mostly for their enemies more than her husband because at the end of the day she will still go back to him but first she needs answers.

She's been in mourning for too long. Mourning for her son that she didn't believe is dead. He can't be. He is her and his son. He's too strong to be killed just in a car crash.

She regretted that tragic night when she was able to hold him tight when their car plunges into the river. When she woke up, she cried in agony losing her only son. Things was never the same after.

Now, with just a handbag, a headscarf, and a ridiculous pair of superstar sunglasses she made her escape from her tower.

A 5-star luxurious penthouse in the middle of New York with security that can put to shame some Hollywood stars, she escapes with ease. Of course, this feat wouldn't  be possible with careful planning and outside help.

She was now comfortably seating in a tight economy seat (as comfortable as she can get) on a budget airline under an alias. Her 2 Business class flight took off with a one-hour interval earlier while her first-class flight will depart at the same time an hour after this flight she's currently in.

She's good with scheming. She's a mafia wife, after all.

19 hours later she was back in Thailand. After 11 years of not being able to come back, she felt home. 

But before she can reminisce anything and everything, she saw that the place is swamp with her husband's trusted people. She evaded them all with difficulty but manage to do so.

She quickly made her way to the exit and was ready to take a cab, but a black Mercedes stopped in front of her and 2 uniformed women came out.

"Doctor V. We are sent by Madam J. we are your chauffeur". A woman said in business tone.

she stared at her and fished out her phone. She quickly dialed a number and in 2 rings someone picks up from the other line.

"You're always 1 step ahead of me and I hate you for that" she said with an amused tone.

(You're welcome, V. and welcome home.) the other line just laugh, and the call disconnected.

She shakes her head and gets in inside the luxurious ride. She wants to visit her son's favorite place, so she instructed the driver to drive there.

She met an interesting young man which remind her of her son. If she knows better, her son would be the same age with his young man.

But she didn't linger to that feeling. They were already conned not once, not twice but at least 20 times. They are guessing it's all from his husbands' enemies.

Their enemies are very much resourceful. They hired some kid that is at least the same age as his son, same facial feature, and same skin tone.

At a glance one might really think that it was their son but after some series of DNA test, some double DNA test because their enemies did try to sabotage the results to their advantage, and a hearth break over and over again, it proves that it was not there son so she needs to be careful.

Although this young man feels different. But then again, she might just be overthinking because of the possibility of his son being alive, the feelings rekindled.

After having a talk with the young man and giving a discreet signal to the bodyguards that she'll be going with him they quietly followed his car.

After they talk and she knew that they share same interest with the young man, her heart feels giddy again. Like finding something you've lost. She can't stop herself from hoping to seeing him again.

So, she asked for his number and saved it. They parted with a promise of seeing each other soon.

I know her husband is looking and possibly worried for her right now, but she can't go to him just yet.

She was now walking with a purpose out of the restaurant and into a telephone booth. She planned of calling him but knowing him, he could trace her whereabout in no time so she decided against it.

She just needs to meet someone and she will then call her husband.

"Please trust me on this, My love" she begged silently. Hoping her husband would forgive her.

She rode back with her chauffeur, and she was brought to a simple motel room. She preferred it this way since no one in their sane mind would look for someone powerful and rich to check in in a modest motel.

At least for now, she had somewhere where she could sleep. She did instructed the butler in the restaurant to not tell anyone she was there.

I'll have my answer tomorrow and I'll go home to you, My love. she whispered quietly in the silence of the night, and she drifted to sleep.

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a/n: I hope i did a decent job in doing a 3rd person's POV.

Tell me what you think! See you next update! Stay safe!