I Raised His Mistress' Child for 18 Years

Prior to this, Simon's suits and ties had been arranged by color and occasion. All he had to do was reach out and grab what he needed from the neatly hung rows.

But now, the closet was a mess, and the bespoke navy suit he was supposed to wear today was nowhere to be found.

"Where's my suit?" he asked.

Alicia came running over, stammering, "It looked a little dirty to me… so… I put it in the washing machine for a quick wash…"

Simon rushed to the laundry room. Once he opened the washing machine and yanked out the shrunken suit that had cost six figures to make, the veins along his forehead bulged.

"Alicia! This suit was made from a wool-silk blend! It can only be dry-cleaned! If you don't know how to clean it, then just send it to the dry cleaners and let the professionals deal with it. Why did you insist on acting like you know what you're doing?"

At the breakfast table, the atmosphere was unbearably tense. The eggs Alicia had made were burnt, and the coffee was stale and bitter.

Mason sat at the table, poking the blackened egg with his fork. "What is this? Is it even edible?"

The foul expression on his face made Alicia turn pale. "Mason, it's my first time cooking, and I—"

"Save it. I don't want to hear it. You can't even make a proper breakfast. What are you even good at, besides giving birth to me?" Mason snapped.

Used to living an idle, luxurious lifestyle and having Simon cater to her every whim, Alicia had become pretty spoiled and entitled. She couldn't stand being spoken to like that, of course.

Shaking with anger, she wagged her finger at Mason and shrieked, "Mason Fuller! I'm your mother! How can you talk to me like that? What happened to all the etiquette you learned, huh? Have you forgotten all your manners? Or is this how Zoe taught you to behave?"

"I'm going. I'm not eating." Mason rolled his eyes and grabbed his phone from the table before jumping to his feet. "Just the sight of you two ruins my appetite."

After looking at the mess on the table and hearing Alicia's sobs, Simon felt a painful twist in his stomach.

He started missing me. I never made a fuss and could always be counted on to take care of everything. All along, I'd done a good job ensuring that all his needs were taken care of.

In the past, he thought that with enough money, anyone could do what I did.

Only now did he realize just how tough things were without me around.

"Stop crying!" Simon barked at Alicia. He grabbed his keys and marched out the door, almost as if he were fleeing. "You're just getting on my nerves now."

At the company, Simon discovered he couldn't find an important contract.

In the past, I'd always organized the documents he had lying around in his study and passed them to his secretary for filing.

His secretary said nervously, "Mr. Fuller, Mrs. Fuller—I mean, the former Mrs. Fuller didn't give me the contract or anything related to this business deal."

Simon was so furious that he threw his pen.

That evening, there was an important business dinner, and the family was invited as well. It was a prime opportunity for him to show that all was well with the Fuller family, which would help stabilize Fuller Group's share prices.

Without a second thought, Simon called me.

I answered the call after two rings, saying in a calm tone, "Hello?"

"Are you done throwing your tantrum yet, Zoe? If you are, get back home at once. Everything's a mess right now," Simon instructed in a commanding voice. "Alicia doesn't know what to do, so you need to teach her. Also, there's a business dinner this evening. Get dressed. I'll come by to pick you up."

He seemed completely certain that I was probably hiding in some corner waiting for him to take pity on me.

Snorting, I replied, "Have you forgotten something, Mr. Fuller?"

"Forgotten what?" Simon asked impatiently.

"We're divorced now. You signed the divorce papers yourself."