The meeting room was a frigid, tense environment, sending shivers down everyone's spine. Jean and Mike, who had begun their presentation with confidence, were now visibly nervous. Who wouldn't be? Being interrupted during a presentation, especially by the CEO, was enough to make even seasoned professionals like Jean and Mike apprehensive.

"After two whole weeks, this is the best you could come up with? Do you honestly believe this rubbish will secure a deal and outshine our competitors? GET OUT! And come back with a new plan within the week. Understood? The meeting is dismissed." The CEO's voice was as cold as his gaze, his words cutting through the room like a knife. Their CEO was known for his perfectionism, but in recent days, he seemed impossible to please. As the team breathed a collective sigh of relief for not receiving the same scolding as their previous two presentations, the room quickly emptied, leaving only the CEO and his PA.

"I suppose that concludes our meeting. Is my calendar clear for the rest of the day, as I instructed?" His tone was stern as he checked his phone, addressing his PA, who stood nearby.

"Of course, Mr. Eastwood. Your schedule is open, so you're free to do as you please." The PA leaned in closer, intentionally revealing more of her chest, her voice taking on a seductive tone as she whispered in his ear.

"Not today, Shelaine. Ask Mason to bring the car around." He pushed her away, his tone icy as he rose from his chair and made his way to the door.

"Of course, Mr. Eastwood." Shelaine recovered from his push, her professional smile returning as she spoke. But as soon as he left the room, her smile vanished, replaced by anger and humiliation. Her face flushed red as she gritted her teeth, trying to regain her composure.

"Be patient, Shelaine. He will be yours soon." She whispered to herself.

Meanwhile, he sat comfortably in his car, his phone in hand. He read a message from his wife, a small smile playing on his lips. Despite the tension that had been brewing between them, he was happy to receive a message from her, even if it was just a reminder. He promised himself that he wouldn't let his hatred get in the way this time. She was making an effort, and he would do the same. Smiling to himself, he put his phone back in his pocket and instructed his chauffeur to stop at the flower shop.

Time Skipped

He exited the car, a bouquet of flowers in hand and a bright smile on his face. He opened the door to his house, pausing for a moment to consider where his wife might be. Deciding to check the kitchen first, he began to walk, only to be greeted by his son emerging from the living room, a coloring book in hand. His face lit up even brighter upon seeing his father.

"Daddy!" The boy called out happily, running towards him.

He chuckled lightly, picking up his son. But his smile faded instantly as he saw a certain someone following his son out of the lounge.

"Good evening, Uncle. Welcome home." The greeting was polite but low, yet he didn't want any of it. He wanted this person out of his house, out of his life. His hatred was palpable.

"Why the hell are you still here?" He couldn't contain his anger, his voice rising as he yelled.