Chapter 59: Who’s the Real Mistress?
Everything happened in a split second.
Alijah accidentally turned on the microphone, and his voice echoed through every corner of the grand hall
The room fell silent.
All eyes turned to the stage.
The murmurs began.
“Isn’t that Ali? What’s he doing, claiming random women as his mom?”
“Yeah, I thought his mom was th
was that actress. I put money in her reality show last time to help secure the Wilsons‘ contract.” “Kids always want their parents to be cool. My son still complains I’m not Iron Man.”
“It’s one thing to act out at home, but embarrassing your mom in public like this…”
The crowd exchanged whispers, occasionally glancing at Marcus.
After all, this was a matter of upbringing.
But Marcus didn’t try to stop Alijah.
His eyes were dark, emotions churning beneath the surface.
According to his plan, Gemma would attend tonight’s event in her elegant gown. The three of them would go on stage together, and he’d invite her to dance.
When the dance ended, as they stepped down, he’d ask her to come home.
It was his biggest concession
Gemma would accept the olive branch, and everything would end on a high note.
But Mabel’s jealousy ruined everything–she’d stolen Gemma’s gown.
If Gemma had been mocked for her clown costume, Marcus planned to wait until the event was over to talk to her.
But to his surprise, Gemma hadn’t repelled the elite ladies; instead, her little magic tricks had the kids cheering, and the women seemed
to befriend her.
He even spotted a business opportunity.
Still, he hesitated.
He was unsure how to approach her without seeming insincere.
So there had been no action
Then Alijah’s outburst saved him from his dilemma
Marcus stood and walked toward the stage
“Ali, let go.”
Alijah was frantic, clutching Gemma’s outfit tightly.
“No! She’s my mom! No one’s taking her from me!”
Noah put his hands on his hips. “You’re the one who abandoned her! Of course, she doesn’t want you now!”
Alijah gritted his teeth, but he didn’t dare let go of Gemma to fight back, afraid she’d disappear.
No one took the boys‘ quarrel seriously–just kids being kids.
But next moment-
A calm voice interrupted.
“Ali, let go. You’re making Mom uncomfortable.”
Silence returned to the hall.
Everyone stared, stunned by the bombshell.
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Their jaw dropped.
Gemma reached into her pocket and slowly pulled out a lollipop..
She held it in front of Alijah’s face, her tone steady..
“This is all I can give you.”
Alijah stopped arguing with Noah and extended a hand to take it.
“Now,” Gemma said, “can you let go of my clothes?”
Alijah froze but clung tighter.
“No, I just want you!”
Gemma sighed, lowering her voice so only the two of them could hear.
“This clown costume? I hand–stitched it when you were three.”
Back then, it was his first school dance, and she wanted something unique since she couldn’t dance herself. But…
“You threw it in the trash, saying you hated clowns and preferred movie stars.”
Alijah flinched.
His face pales.
Memory resurfaced.
At that time, Gemma, who still practiced magic hard every day, would tease him with little tricks from time to time.
He had been too young to understand. He’d thought her magic tricks were childish and full of flaws, so he dismissed her efforts entirely.
When he discarded the costume, he also unknowingly discarded her love.
Seeing his silence, Gemma sighed again.
She had secretly retrieved the costume, cleaned it, and tucked it away at the bottom of a box.
She never expected Noah would love dressing up as a clown.
When she first heard Noah’s idea, it felt like a spring of warmth had melted her frozen heart.
After much deliberation, she finally worked up the courage to mention the costume to Cassius
She’d expected him to react like Marcus, to think she was unfit for the spotlight and might ruin Noah’s image.
But Cassius had looked at the costume and offered suggestions, even hiring a professional tailor to make some adjustments.
On the day of the performance, the costume and props had arrived.
Just as he promised.
Cassius valued equality and respect, practicing what he preached.
And today…
She stood on stage as Noah’s family.
Yet Marcus and Alijah had come to cause trouble
Their goal was simple: force her back into the suffocating Wilson family.
They didn’t care about the consequences, how this scandal might damage her reputation.
After all, Marcus and Mabel had long been painted as a model couple by the media.
If tonight’s footage spread…
She’d be branded as an unwed mistress who tried to usurp Mabel’s place.
Based on past experience…
Marcus wouldn’t clear her name even if she was attacked by those haters online.
Even if she tried to explain it, the Wilsons PR machine would silence her.
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How could a faded housewife compare to the glamorous future Best Actress?
The thought chilled her heart further..
But for Alijah’s sake, she kept her patience.
“You can stay with me,” she said softly, “but if your classmates or the reporters ask about this costume, what will you tell
them?”
Alijah’s eyes widened.
He was too young to hide his emotions.
Let alone grasp how some lies couldn’t fix certain situations.
Meanwhile, Mabel’s face had turned ashen.
When she learned Marcus had regained his sight, she’d rushed back from abroad. But by then, Gemma had already given birth to Alijah and wouldn’t divorce easily.
Mabel had to bide her time, earning Alijah’s trust and letting the public believe she and Marcus were secretly married. In the entertainment world, she had leveraged Marcus’s name to secure roles and variety show gigs.
Now, Marcus had publicly acknowledged Gemma. What did that make her?
The mistress?
If that label stuck, her career would be over
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She couldn’t let this happen!
What should she do?
She had to say something!
Panic overtook her. Forgetting all pretense, she rushed forward, clinging to Marcus’s arm before Gemma could respond.
“Ali, you’re mistaken. Come down, or you’ll embarrass Dr. Kelestine!”
Mabel’s acting skills resurfaced, and she managed a gracious smile.
When Marcus tried to pull away, she clung tighter, her voice soft and composed
*Ms. Kelestine,” she said, turning to Gemma, “don’t feel upset by Marcus’s accusations.”
Then, with a practiced laugh, she added, Tm not bothered by Ali’s confusion. In fact, I want to thank you for that lollipop.”
