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The car moved slowly down the road.
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As if to confirm whether the woman pushing the cart was really Tess, n deliberately trailed behind her for quite a while.
That woman was pushing a heavy street–cleaning cart along the road, one arm cradling a baby bundled in a nket.
The bitter wind howled as the woman trudged forward, slow and unsteady. She was wrapped in an old, puffy coat, with a thin, neon–yellow safety vest thrown over it. But it waspletely useless against the cold. Her body trembled with every gust.
The cart she was pushing was heavy. She had no choice but to hunch over, straining with all her might just to keep it moving.
Just then, the cart bumped over a rock, jostling it violently. It tipped.
She instinctively tightened her grip on the baby and reached out with one hand to steady the cart, but it was toote.
The whole thing copsed, dragging her down with it.
Her knees mmed into the pavement with a painful thud. Her brows furrowed in pain, and for a long time, she didn’t get up.
Only the baby in her arms remained unhurt. She squirmed slightly and pressed her tiny head against her mother’s chest, clearly searching for food.
Her little lips began to pucker; she was famished and about to burst into tears.
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The woman tried to soothe her, rocking her gently and whispering, but it was no use.
Realizing she wasn’t being fed, the baby’s hunger mixed with the shock of the fall, and she started wailing.
“Waaah! Waaah!”
Nothing broke a heart faster than a hungry baby’s cries.
Tess gritted her teeth. Sweat covered her forehead, but she had to muster every ounce of strength to haul the cart upright again.
“I’m sorry, La,” she whispered.
Just a little longer.
“Mornmy’s almost done. We’ll get food soon.”
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She nced back, alert and cautious.
<i>Who </i>is <i>it</i><i>? </i>Is <i>someone </i><i>passing </i><i>by</i><i>? </i>
n scoffed. He didn’t believe it for a second.
As if!
How <i>could </i><i>such </i>a <i>pitiful</i><i>, </i>haggard <i>woman </i>be Ms. <i>Ember</i><i>? </i>
He had no interest in wasting any more time on a street cleaner. He pressed down on the gas and sped off.
In the backseat, Max had no idea what n had been up to. His Bluetooth earpiece blinked with a soft blue light as he spoke fluently in a foreignnguage. He was clearly in the middle of an international business call. His suit was wless, and his elegant manner was on full disy. Obviously, he was a man born to lead.
As the car rolled over arge puddle, dirty water sshed high into the air and drenched Tess.
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Of course, people who drove luxury cars rarely stopped to consider how much trouble their actions could cause others.
Tess turned her back just in time, shielding La from the icy spray.
La was all that mattered to her.
“La, did I see wrong?” she whispered.
“That car looked so familiar.
“No.” Tess’s voice trembled with confusion. “It can’t be.”
It couldn’t be him.
She had once confided in Max, treating him like her big brother. He was the only one she told everything to, even her secret crush on Finn.
Even though Max was Finn’s sworn rival, she had never once doubted him.
But Max had used a ssified document to win awsuit against Finn. It earned him instant fame and the recognition of his family.
He rose from an illegitimate son to the rightful heir of his family.
Max rose to his prime.
While she fell into the mud.
<i>Why </i><i>me</i>?
<i>Why </i><i>use </i><i>me </i>and step <i>on </i><i>me </i>to <i>climb </i><i>higher</i>?
He was the same man who had once promised her to be patient; he said he’d represent her in court and defend her innocence.
The same man who, when it came time for the verdict, switched sides and became a witness for the prosecution.
Max was the Hunts‘ third son.
He gave a false testimony and sent her to prison. She was sure he had long forgotten the woman who ended because of him.
Tess’s heart didn’t even ache when she thought of him. It was numb.
She tightened her grip on La and pushed forward into the wind, walking faster.
Twenty minutester, they arrived at the dorms for sanitation workers.
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Tess had used part of her advance paycheck to buy a new baby bottle. She sterilized it with boiling water and prepared La’s milk.
Once fed, La lookedpletely content. Her chubby hands held onto Tess’s finger like it was the only thing she trusted.
Tess wiped La’s face with a soft towel, catching a glimpse of a particr someone’s features in her child.
He had a brooding face, sharp and cold, with a stern expression that rarely softened into a smile.
But La’s smile was sweet, and her eyes curved like crescent moons.
Tess stared for a moment, lost in thought.
Even as a baby, La already gave away hints of being a stunning beauty. Tess didn’t mind if life stayed hard, as long as she and La were together.
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But that depended on one thing–that man could never find out about La.
If he did, he would take her away.
La was her only reason to keep going. If she lost her … Tess shivered at the thought.
La, in her arms, seemed to sense her fear and let out a startled, pitiful sob.
Tess quickly set down the bottle and picked her up, pacing the tiny room as she hummed a soft luby.
La’s eyes crinkled with joy again, and following the rhythm of Tess’s voice, she stopped crying.
She giggled and babbled, sounding like she was trying to sing along.
She was practicing, Tess realized. In just a few months, La would start calling her “Mommy“.
“Tess, you’re back? Finished sweeping your section?”
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Tess had just gotten La to settle down when her roommate returned, pushing her own cleaning cart through the narrow dorm hallway.
When she saw Tess cradling the baby, she shrugged off her neon–yellow vest, her wrinkled face lighting up with a rare, gentle smile.
She washed her hands before stepping closer.
“La’s such a good baby,” she said warmly.
“But are you sure it’s okay bringing her out there with you? She’s so little. Can she handle the cold and the wind?”
Her roommate’s name was Bessie Moon.
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She had a kind heart and a down–to–earth manner. Even though they’d only known each other for a day, she’d already taken Tess and La under her wing.
Bessie had retired a few years back, but her husbandined that she was beingzy at home, and their son–who worked in another city–couldn’t do much to mediate. Rather than let it be a family issue, Bessie simply took the job to earn a little pocket money and get out of the house.
Tess smiled faintly at Bessie’s concern. “La only wants her mother. She wants to be with me all the time.”
Bessie chuckled helplessly, shaking her head. “I know. I even suggested switching shifts and figured I’d watch her while you were out, and then we’d swap. But your little one wouldn’t have it. The second she can’t see you, she cries like her whole world’s falling apart.”
Tess pulled La closer and sniffled a little. “We’ve never been apart. Not since the day she was born.”
Bessie silently sighed. Poor thing!
“What about your man? He doesn’t help out? No support, nothing?”
Tess hesitated. That question again.
“He’s with someone else now, isn’t he?” Bessie ventured, watching the uncertain expression flicker across Tess’s face.
She pped her thigh knowingly. “Thought so.”
Bessiemented, “You’ve got it rough, Tess. Raising a baby on your own. Take this.”
She reached into her cart and pulled out a baby rattle she’d picked up during her shift.
It was still sealed in stic. Someone must’ve dropped it.
“I found this carlier, and it looks brand new. I figured La could use it, so I brought it back for you.”
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Then, she added, “I’ll check if I’ve got any old baby clothes at home. My boy wore them when he was little. They might be a bit worn, but they’re clean. I hope you can ept them.”
The kindness of strangers always struck Tess the deepest. Her voice caught as she thanked Bessie with gratitude, “Hand–me- downs are good luck. La and I are grateful. Really.”
Bessie nodded. “That’s what they say–babies who wear hand–me–downs stay healthy and safe.”
Bessie looked down at little La, gently shaking the rattle in front of her. La reached out with both hands, babbling happily as she tried to grab it. Bessie couldn’t help but praise, “La’s such a sweet baby and so well–behaved, but her dad just walked away like it meant nothing. La, sweetheart, when you grow up, you be good to your mama, okay?”
Then, she looked up again, suddenly looking thoughtful. “Tess, do you still talk to your husband?”
Tess froze, then shook her head. “No.”
Bessie blinked in surprise. “Wait–you’re nning to get a divorce?”
<i>Divorce</i>?
The word hit Tess like a jolt of electricity.
<i>Yes</i><i>. </i><i>Divorce</i>.
<i>I’m </i><i>Mrs. </i><i>Lock</i>, <i>but </i>it’s <i>all </i><i>on </i>paper<i>–</i><i>a </i><i>hollow </i><i>title</i>.
As long as her marriage to Finn remained legally intact, she would still be his wife. And every single <i>day </i>she held that title, she would feel restless–like she was in someone else’s shoes.
That identity, once the happiness she had dreamed of, had be a prison.
But to file for divorce, she needed him to sign the papers.
A sudden thought took root in her mind.