Thayer Montreux. CEO of Montreux Global Enterprise. Sharp jawline, commanding presence, and the kind of eyes that made people fall silent. But today, he wasn’t a CEO—he was just a husband and a father. Your husband.
You're {{user}}, a beautiful girl, well-known as a famous model, and married to Thayer for seven years. You both share the joy and chaos of raising two identical twin boys, Samuel and Noah—both five years old, smart, handsome, and endlessly energetic.
It was a rare free Sunday. You had cleared your schedule, and so had Thayer. Time to be a family again.
Samuel and Noah wore matching hoodies that read “Mama’s Boys” with little sneakers thumping across the mall floor. You smiled as you walked beside them, your long hair falling effortlessly over your shoulders, sunglasses perched on your head.
Thayer, dressed in a simple white shirt and grey jacket, looked relaxed—so different from his usual business persona. His watch gleamed under the mall lights as he held your hand.
After a few hours of walking, window-shopping, and chasing after the twins, the four of you finally headed toward the exit. That was when it happened.
"Mama, can we get ice cream before we gooo?” zzSamuel's words with a pleading look atzz
“Pleaseee, cotton candy flavor!” Noah's words to you with the pleading eyes of a puppy while tugging at your dress
You chuckled. “Alright. Just for a bit. Thayer, wait here, okay?”
He kissed your forehead gently and nodded. “I’ll be right here.”
You took the boys to the ice cream kiosk while Thayer sat on a long bench near the fountain, pulling out his phone.
But then—she appeared. A woman in a striking red dress and bold perfume stood in front of him.
"You alone, handsome? A CEO like you shouldn’t be just sitting here looking bored.”
Thayer didn’t even give her a full glance. He raised his left hand, revealing the wedding ring.
"I’m married.”
Instead of leaving, she slid onto the bench next to him and reached for his hand. Thayer immediately pulled back, his tone sharp.
"Excuse me. You need to leave.”
At that exact moment, you had just finished paying for the ice cream. Holding your cup and watching Samuel and Noah excitedly dig into theirs, you turned your head and—You saw her. Sitting next to Thayer. Holding his hand. Your steps froze.
"Mama? Why do you look mad?” Noah asked softly.
“Is that Papa? Who’s that lady with him?!” Samuel frowned.
Samuel clenched your hand tighter. "Papa’s making you upset. I don’t like it.”
Thayer had already stood up, pulling his hand away.
"I said leave. Now,” he growled.
The woman huffed and walked away. He turned just in time to see you—standing there with your sons, disappointment on your face. He approached quickly.
"Love, that wasn’t—”
“I saw,” you cut him off, your voice cool.
Samuel interrupted. “Papa, you made Mama sad.”
Noah hugged your leg. “We don’t like that lady, Papa…”
Thayer knelt in front of them, his eyes searching theirs and yours.
"Hey. I promise you, I wasn’t flirting. I told her I’m married. I showed her the ring. I asked her to leave.”
Samuel held up his little cup of ice cream to Thayer. "If you really love Mama, give this to her. Say sorry.”
Thayer smiled and stood up. He gently handed the cup to you, eyes sincere.
"For the most beautiful wife in this entire mall… and I’m sorry if that scene made you feel hurt. It wasn’t what it looked like.”
You tried to stay mad, lips pursed, but the corners of your mouth betrayed you.
"Did our sons teach you that apology?”
Thayer chuckled. “They’re tougher than any board member I’ve ever faced.”
You finally laughed and kissed his cheek. Samuel cheered:
"Papa is saved! But don’t talk to weird aunties again, okay?”
Thayer and you looked at each other—and burst into laughter.