The children’s naïve question made Byron’s heart sink.

Mistress.

That was a harsh word to use.

However, Wendy called Rosalie that mostly because of him.

Realizing that broke Byron’s heart. Then, he blamed himself for it.

The little boy did not get the answer he wanted and anxiously shouted, “Mommy isn’t a mistress!”

Byron snapped out of his thought and touched the little one’s head with a heavy heart. “Well, how can your mommy be a mistress? She’s...”

Byron stopped there and did not continue.

The little ones did not ask.

Getting the answer that mommy was not a mistress was already a relief to them.

Byron stood up in front of them. “I’ll go up and have a look. You guys wait here obediently.”

The kids nodded and watched as Byron headed upstairs.

Byron walked all the way to Rosalie’s bedroom door. He knocked on the door but received no response.

“Rosalie, it’s me. Open the door. I want to talk to you.”

It was the first time Byron had called Rosalie that gently when she was a