Chapter 4: The Surprise

"Three years ago, you insisted on leaving home to live a simple life with your wife. Why did you suddenly decide to come back?"

The Americano coffee that Atlantis drank that morning suddenly tasted better. Whatever the reason, Damian's return had been the most pleasant news Atlantis had received that year.

"I will tell you the reason later. There is something I need to take care of first. Give me all the company information, and I will study it before I take over. You may also need time to convince the board of directors due to the change in CEO."

"You sound very prepared and impatient." Atlantis looked at his son with pride. Finally, Atlantis had won this war.

"Isn't this what you wanted?" asked Damian.

"I just find it unusual that you suddenly became ambitious again," Atlantis admitted.

"You don't want me to be ambitious?"

"Of course I do. Whatever your current reason is, go for it. I will help you organize the process." Atlantis placed the coffee cup on the garden table.

Atlantis left the garden to organize the shareholders' meeting in the next room. Damian sighed, looking at the swimming pool in the backyard garden of the mansion.

"I never thought about coming home, but it seems like I've been missing it for the three years of my marriage," Damian mused to himself.

A man in formal attire approached Damian. It was Nick, Damian's assistant, helping Damian ease Camille's workload. During Damian's marriage, Damian and Nick only communicated through phone calls.

"Nick, long time no see," Damian greeted.

"Long time no see, Young Master."

Damian and Nick had known each other since childhood. Nick's father was Atlantis' driver, and Nick's mother was the head housekeeper at the mansion. Atlantis sent Nick to the same school as Damian so that he could become an assistant that Damian could rely on.

"How were your three years without me? Was it fun?"

Nick chuckled at Damian's question. "I wouldn't call it fun, but I must admit I've had much time to learn different sports."

"No wonder your body looks so good. You could be a model. I hope I didn't stop you from having fun," Damian joked.

"Don't say that. I'm grateful to you. I've had enough fun for the past three years. Now it's time for me to work hard."

Damian smiled at Nick, who had never changed. Nick's family had served Damian's family for decades. Since childhood, Nick was raised to be the one who always protected and accompanied Damian.

"Did you find what I asked for?" Damian brought up a serious conversation.

Nick handed Damian a document. "This is the information you wanted."

The first thing Damian did after obtaining Davina and Marcel's personal information was to call Davina.

"This is Davina Claire, your lawyer speaking. How may I help you?"

Damian cleared his throat before speaking. This seemed to be Davina's office number. "Davina, thank you so much for your surprise."

"It's nothing. I wanted to finish my work quickly. I get distracted when I see documents that I haven't handled."

"I was using your computer. I apologize for not asking your permission."

"No problem. I already told you you can use it when necessary."

"What do you think I should do now?"

Nick gave Damian a surprised look. It was rare for Damian to ask someone for guidance. This was the first time Damian had sought a woman's advice.

"Your wife doesn't know that you already know. You can meet her as usual and pretend you don't know anything. Then you can decide what decision to make. I'm a lawyer and can't get involved in your matters."

Damian now knew what he had to do. "I'll call you back. Thank you, Davina."

Damian handed the document back to Nick. "Give this to me later. I'll make lunch for Camille."

Nick looked at Damian suspiciously. Having not seen Damian for three years, Nick had to readjust to Damian's mannerisms. It was difficult for Nick to guess what was on Damian's mind.

"I'm sure you won't forget your agreement with your father. Your return home means you finish your marriage. And now you want to prepare lunch for your wife. What exactly are you planning to do, Young Master?"

“You’ll see.”

Damian entered the WW Technology company, carrying a lunch box for Camille. He wore a purple shirt with oversized black trousers and a knit vest, giving him the appearance of a geeky, nerdy man.

Camille and Marcel were surprised to see Damian's presence as they exited the elevator.

"Honey, I brought you lunch," Damian cheerfully showed Camille the lunch box he was holding.

Camille panicked upon seeing Damian suddenly in the company. Her sexy appearance, combined with Damian's nerdy look, drew the attention of many people. Camille became even more frantic when she realized that people were starting to stare at them.

"Camille, who is he?" Marcel asked.

Camille grabbed Marcel's hand, urging him to leave before more people started watching them. "I don't know him."

"Honey, I'm your husband. I'm here to give you lunch." Damian approached Camille.

"Are you married to a man like that, Camille? I thought he was your manservant." Marcel laughed sarcastically.

"I have just learned that your taste chooses very poorly in men, Camille," said another coworker.

"This will become a trending topic, you marrying a shabby man like him," Camille's coworker chuckled at Damian's appearance.

Damian pulled Camille's hand, forcing her to accept the lunch he had made for her. Camille slapped Damian's cheek with great force. Annoyed, Camille opened the lunch box and spilled the soup over Damian's head.

"He's not my husband. I don't know who he is. He's just my stalker who always bothers me. Are you deaf? I've already told you not to dare come here again!" Camille shouted angrily. 

Onlookers gasped in shock, covering their mouths in astonishment. Damian didn't expect the situation to escalate to this extent. He had anticipated Camille throwing the food away, but instead, she poured it on his head.

"Don't dare to meet me again. Stop bothering me. Security, please take this man away!" Camille commanded the security guards.

Damian raised both hands, signaling for security not to touch him. "I can go on my own," Damian said.

Damian left the WW Technology company building feeling dirty and wet. The smell of soup replaced the expensive perfume he had worn earlier.

"I should have known from the moment I saw Camille in the penthouse apartment that she could do something like this. This is the first time in my life I've been humiliated like this," Damian muttered to himself.

Damian had already instructed Nick to return home immediately after dropping him off at WW Technology Company. Damian flagged down a taxi, but Marcel quickly snatched it from him. 

"I have to hurry because I am a busy person. Camille's  manservant, I mean Camille's husband because you are unemployed, you have plenty of time to wait for the next taxi." Marcel taunted before slamming the taxi door shut.

Without a phone and struggling to find a taxi, Damian walked 20km to his mansion, his body drenched and reeking of soup. At the mansion, Nick had been waiting for the young master's arrival since earlier. Nick was surprised to see Damian in such a state.

"Young Master, what happened to you?" Nick asked worriedly.

Damian gritted his teeth in frustration. "It's all right. We're going to Camille's house. There's something I need to make up."

"I should have known that no good would come from you escorting lunch for your wife again," Nick remarked. 

At home, Damian searched through all the drawers and cabinets in the house until he found a document containing a divorce petition prepared by Davina Claire's lawyer.

"I hid my identity as the heiress of WW Technology because I didn't want Camille to marry me for my money, just like my stepmother did with my father. But she's been cheating on me for two years?"

Damian laughed, laughing at his stupidity. He still couldn't believe the drama he was going through. The universe had opened his eyes overnight.

"All this time I've been married to Camille, she's been cheating on me. Then what did she want from me if she couldn't find any money?" Damian sank into the sofa, spending the entire day in darkness without switching on any lights.

In the silence, Damian heard the sound of heels approaching. Tonight, he was determined to confront Camille.

Camille opened the door after coming home from work. When she turned on the lights, she was surprised to see Damian inside the house.

"I have something interesting for you, Camille."