MidReal Story
Rekindled Secrets: Billionaire's Baby Sparks Old Flames
Scenario: It's been two years since Magdalena last saw James, her billionaire husband, well Ex husband, until today she was at a cafe with a toddler girl who was her daughter Amelie, her daughter with James, and James hadn't even known about Amelie before Magdalena divorced him for cheating
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I can’t believe I’m seeing him again.
It’s been years since I last saw Jameson King, my ex-husband.
I never thought I’d see him again, but here he is, sitting at one of the tables in the café where I work as a waitress.
He’s alone and he looks like he’s waiting for someone.
I can’t help but stare at him from behind the counter.
He’s still the same Jameson King that I used to know—tall, dark hair, and blue eyes that could make any woman swoon.
He’s wearing a black suit and a white shirt that fits his body perfectly.
He looks so handsome and dashing that he could pass as a model or an actor in a magazine cover or a movie poster.
I can’t help but feel nervous and anxious when I see him.
I don’t know what to do or how to act around him after all these years.
Should I go to his table and take his order?
Should I pretend not to see him and let my coworker serve him instead?
Should I just run away and hide in the kitchen?
“Maggie, your shift just started and you’re already daydreaming,” Raquel, my coworker and friend, says to me.
My real name is Magdalena Torres, but my friends and family call me Maggie.
“How am I supposed to make money if you keep staring into space?”
She playfully shoves me with her elbow, which makes me snap out of my thoughts.
“Oh, sorry about that,” I say to her.
“I was just thinking about something.”
“Well, stop thinking and start working,” she tells me.
“Why don’t you go clean the tables and I’ll take care of the customers at the counter for now.”
Raquel is a pretty brunette who is a little taller than me and has blue eyes.
She’s a good friend and coworker.
We’ve been working together in this café for a few years now.
I start cleaning the tables and setting them up for new customers.
I can’t help but check on Jameson from time to time.
He’s still at his table and he’s still alone.
He’s looking at his phone and it seems like he’s not in a hurry to leave.
I wonder who he’s waiting for.
Raquel sees me looking at him again and she laughs at me.
“Are you really that distracted by a handsome customer?”
she asks me with a chuckle.
“Why don’t you just go talk to him and ask if he needs any help?”
“I’m just curious about who he’s waiting for,” I tell her.
“Well, it’s not going to do you any good to be so stressed out all the time,” she says to me.
“Why don’t you smile more?
You might get more tips from the customers if you do.”
I’ve been working in this café as a waitress for several years now.
It’s not the best-paying job in the world, but it’s enough to pay the bills and support my daughter and I.
I like working here, but there are days when some of the customers can be rude or picky or annoying.
When that happens, it can really ruin my mood and make me not want to work for the rest of the day.
I shrug my shoulders and try to force a smile on my face.
She pats me on the back and hands me a tray of drinks that I need to serve to one of the tables in the corner of the café.
I walk to the table and serve the drinks to the customers there, but my attention is still on Jameson’s table, even though he’s still alone and nothing has changed.
I can feel a little bit of jealousy building up inside me when I see a beautiful young woman with blonde hair and blue eyes enter the café and walk towards his table.
Raquel sees what’s happening and she nudges me again.
“Maybe you’d feel better if you talk to a handsome customer too,” she says to me with a smile before she goes back to serving the other customers at the counter.
As soon as she gets to me, she hands me a hundred-dollar bill and tells me, “Here, sweetheart, that’s for your beautiful service earlier.Keep the change.”
“Oh, no, miss, that’s too much,” I say to her as I try to give her back some of her money, but she refuses and tells me, “It’s okay, sweetheart.I really appreciate your beautiful service.You have such a pretty smile that can light up anyone’s day.” She winks at me before she starts walking out of the café with her friends while I stand there in shock and confusion, staring at the hundred-dollar bill that she gave me as a tip for my “beautiful service” earlier that day.
Raquel sees what happened and she laughs at me again when she gets to my side and asks, “What happened?Did that beautiful service make her think you’re a hooker?”
“I don’t know,” I tell her as I continue staring at the hundred-dollar bill in my hand, feeling grateful but also confused by what just happened earlier with that woman and her friends at one of my tables earlier today before they left.
“Well, I don’t know if you’re really that beautiful, but I do know that you’re really good at cleaning tables and washing dishes,” Raquel says to me with a smile that makes me laugh at her comment, and then she nudges me with her elbow again and tells me, “Now go clean more tables and make more money.” She hands me another tray of drinks that I need to serve to another table of customers on the other side of the café, and I start walking towards it, but I suddenly stop in shock and drop my jaw when I see who those customers are and what they’re doing on that table.
Jameson King is sitting alone at his table and looking at his phone, while he waits for that beautiful blonde girl who was with him earlier, but he’s not alone anymore because he has company now.
I can’t believe what I’m seeing right now.
I’m so shocked and surprised by who just walked into my café and sat at that table that I can’t even move or think or breathe for a few moments.
I’m so shocked by who just walked into my café and sat at that table that I almost drop my tray of drinks on the floor because my hands are shaking so much from surprise and fear after all these years of not seeing him or hearing from him or talking to him or thinking about him.
He’s still tall and handsome and dashing and perfect like he used to be, even though he has a little bit of stubble growing on his face, but it makes him look even more manly and handsome instead of making him look dirty or unkempt like it would make other men look like if they didn’t shave for a few days, weeks, or months.
The man who broke my heart years ago is now sitting alone at a table in the café where I work, waiting for his date to come back from the bathroom, even though he’s not really waiting or looking or thinking about anything, or anyone, right now because he’s too busy typing stuff on the laptop that he has open in front of him.
I can’t believe that Jameson King is sitting alone in the café where I work, even though I know that it’s really him because I would recognize that man anywhere, anytime, anyplace, no matter how many years have passed since the last time I saw him or talked to him.
I would recognize that man anywhere, anytime, anyplace, no matter what he looked like or what he was wearing or what he was doing.
I would recognize that man anywhere, anytime, anyplace, no matter what because I used to be married to him once, and I was married to him for years, so I know who he is, what he looks like, and how he behaves when he’s all alone or with other people, or when he’s doing other things.
And I know how Jameson King behaves when he’s all alone, too, because Jameson King is a very private person who doesn’t like to share anything about himself or his life with other people, even though other people are always trying to find out everything about him and his family anyway.
Jameson King is a very private person who doesn’t like to let other people see him when he really is, or who he really is, or how he really feels, even though I saw him when he really was and who he really is and how he really feels when we were married, and we used to be together, all the time.
Jameson King is a very private person who doesn’t like to let other people see how much pain or anger or sadness or emptiness there is inside of him when he’s all alone, even though there is a lot of pain and anger and sadness and emptiness inside of him when he’s all alone because of everything that happened between us after we got married, and then how everything ended between us after we got married.
But Jameson King doesn’t seem to care about anything right now, or anyone right now, or anyone right now because he’s too busy looking at his laptop screen right now to notice anything else, or anyone else, around him right now.
And I don’t think that Jameson King will ever notice me standing right here just a few feet away from him right now because I don’t think that Jameson King wants me standing right here just a few feet away from him right now.
And I don’t want Jameson King seeing me standing right here just a few feet away from him right now either because I don’t want him seeing me looking like this right now, either.
I don’t want him seeing me looking like this right now either because I don’t want him seeing me standing here looking like this right now either.
I don’t want him seeing me standing here looking like this right now either because I don’t want him seeing me looking at him like this right now either.
