Became A Queen After divorce

Time flew by, and six years had passed.

Cheyenne was now 31, Kelvin had turned 40, Oliver was about to enter middle school, and Cierra was in the fourth grade. The twins were six and still reigning supreme in kindergarten.

It was then that Cheyenne discovered she was pregnant again!

Furious, she decided to take Kelvin for a vasectomy the next day and insisted on performing the surgery herself.

“Alright,” he agreed readily.

After all, his wish for another daughter had finally come true, and he celebrated by getting drunk with Omari.

While he was still asleep from the drunken stupor, Cheyenne, being quite ruthless, sent him to Eddie.

“Cheyenne, is Kelvin unwell? Why are you bringing him to the hospital in the middle of the night?” Eddie, still unmarried in his thirties, looked as elegant and refined as ever.

“Vasectomy!” she spat out.

Eddie’s brow twitched. Wow, this couple sure knew how to play!

However, he didn’t dare perform the surgery on Kelvin without his consent. What if Kelvin blamed him when he woke up?

The next day, Kelvin woke up in the operating room and was startled.

Upon learning that Cheyenne had brought him for a vasectomy, he had no objections and lay back down.

Closing his eyes, he said, “Go ahead! The sooner it’s done, the sooner I can get home to help Cierra with her homework.”

Eddie almost forgot his professional training. “Ahem… Don’t worry, I won’t touch anything unnecessary. You’ll be able to go home tonight.”

What did he mean by “touch anything unnecessary”?

Kelvin opened his eyes and glared at him. “For the sake of Cheyenne’s happiness, you must be careful.”

Eddie: Ha! Show off all you want; one wrong move and you’ll be a eunuch.

Eight months later, middle-aged Kelvin welcomed another daughter.

The fifth Foley daughter, named Briana, was as white and soft as a rice dumpling and smiled at everyone she met.

Unfortunately, she was lazy.

Compared to her sister Cierra, they were like night and day.

Cierra was energetic like a little rabbit; Briana was quiet and could stay alone all day if undisturbed.

But no matter her temperament, Kelvin adored Briana…

Even if she kicked him with her tiny feet, he accepted it willingly.

At her full-month banquet, little Briana became the center of attention because she was so beautiful!

Her long, dense eyelashes fluttered like tiny butterflies. Her face was white and tender, her nose delicate, and her lips rosy.

Her bright eyes would slowly scan you before she smiled, revealing two dimples that could melt hearts.

However, Briana didn’t smile at everyone.

Cheyenne noticed that Briana liked good-looking people. If someone less attractive approached… she wouldn’t even glance at them.

She often complained to Kelvin that Briana would grow up to be a looks-obsessed girl!

Kelvin replied, “Briana is our little princess; she deserves the best. What’s wrong with liking handsome guys?”

“No way! I need to take care of myself so Briana follows my standards when choosing a boyfriend.”

He then rushed to his wife’s vanity table and slathered expensive face cream on his face like a sleep mask.

Cheyenne: “Hmph!”

One day, after drinking too much at a social event, Kelvin remembered coming back to his room and having a passionate moment with Cheyenne before falling asleep.

His dreams were filled with Cheyenne seducing him… Ah, it felt wonderful.

Ring-ring-ring-

The alarm clock rudely woke him from his dream. Kelvin’s head throbbed painfully.

Without opening his eyes, he instinctively reached for the spot beside him.

“Did I drink too much last night?” he mumbled.

He found the spot cold and empty.

That couldn’t be right; they had stayed up late last night. Cheyenne couldn’t have woken up before him.

“Cheyenne?”

Just then, there was a knock on the door and the maid’s voice came through.

“Young Master, it’s already 7:30… It’s time for breakfast.”

The maids never dared disturb him and Cheyenne on the second floor. Who could it be?

Kelvin shook his head and forced his heavy eyelids open.

The room’s decor was blue. The chandelier on the ceiling was shaped like a beetle. The floor was carpeted, with a set of building blocks in the corner. Even the desk was child-sized.

He froze. This was his childhood room!

Kelvin couldn’t believe it and pinched himself. The pain confirmed it wasn’t a dream.

“What… what’s going on? Why am I back in my childhood?”

Hearing no movement inside, the maid knocked again urgently.

“Young Master, you’re going to be late.”

Her voice sounded like she was about to cry. Kelvin quickly accepted the situation.

Could it be that his wish in the dream came true?

“I know. You can leave now.”

“Yes.”

After the maid left, Kelvin threw off the covers and ran barefoot to the bathroom mirror.

The reflection showed his eleven or twelve-year-old self with a youthful face already showing signs of nobility.

He splashed water on his face and felt its coldness.

He then dashed to his desk and opened a workbook.

It read “Akloit Elementary School Grade 6,” along with his elementary school graduation certificate and middle school acceptance letter.

Apparently, he had just graduated from elementary school and gotten into middle school.

During summer vacation, his grandfather had enrolled him in a summer camp where he got injured saving someone and fell into a coma from a mild concussion.

Today happened to be the first day of middle school.

“It’s not a dream. I’m really back in the past!”

Kelvin closed his eyes, savoring the familiar surroundings. His heart raced with excitement!

Soon old Mr. Foley arrived.

At this time, he was around fifty years old but looked about forty-five due to good maintenance.

He wore a loose moon-white traditional suit embroidered with a lifelike dragon on the front, exuding an intimidating aura.

The old man strode over briskly and grabbed Kelvin by the collar, scolding him harshly: “What’s wrong with you? Do you think you’re studying for me? It’s late already, still sleeping? Do you want a beating? Get up!”

Seeing his much younger grandfather made Kelvin’s nose tingle with emotion.

He had been so busy with work over the years that it took Cheyenne’s reminder to throw an 80th birthday party for him. By then, he was frail and white-haired, unlike his current vigorous self.

Normally, if old Mr. Foley barged into his room like this, Kelvin would have given him a death glare.

But today something felt different; Kelvin’s eyes were red as if he were about to cry.

Old Mr. Foley hesitated with his cane… something felt off.

“Are you crying?”

Young Kelvin blushed deeply and wiped away unshed tears with his sleeve before responding haughtily:

“No! I just had a nightmare. Now leave; I need to change.”

Old Mr. Foley glared at him but didn’t soften his tone:

“Crying over a nightmare? Don’t be such a sissy. No one in our family is a wimp. Toughen up.”

“Yes.”

Forty years of life experience made Kelvin want to be sentimental for once, but his grandfather dismissed it as weakness!

Old Mr. Foley scratched his head as he left, puzzled by what felt so strange.

A maid tried to help Kelvin dress but he refused; he’d been conditioned by “male virtue” teachings not to let women touch him-not even maids!

“I’ll do it myself.”

“But Young Master…”

“No buts. Leave!”

At twelve years old, did he really need help dressing?

The maid wanted to argue but retreated under Kelvin’s stern gaze.

Downstairs in the dining room,

Old Mr. Foley sat at the table already laden with food-bread, milk, sandwiches for Western breakfast; soy milk and buns for Chinese breakfast.

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They ate in silence without exchanging words.

Suddenly, Kelvin put down his bowl and stood up to leave after greeting his grandfather:

“Grandpa, I’m off to school.”

Old Mr. Foley nodded. “Go ahead,” then closed his eyes to rest.

Kelvin took one step towards the door but was stopped by his grandfather’s voice:

“Kelvin!”

He turned back only for old Mr. Foley to waste time on an irrelevant announcement:

“I know you have issues with your father; I won’t interfere. But he’s coming home tonight-why not try being nice to him?”

After all, only those who cry get fed.

Be nice? Impossible!

Kelvin had never bowed down to that man in his past life; why would he now?

“He can come home if he wants; I don’t care.”

With that, young Kelvin left without looking back while old Mr. Foley sat alone at the table.

Staring at the empty mansion that felt like a prison cell, he sighed deeply:

“They say raising children is insurance for old age… What nonsense!”

His son never came home all year round;

His grandson barely spoke a word-driving him crazy!

Meanwhile, Kelvin headed off to school.

A car picked him up daily for classes at Akloit-the best school in town and nationwide.

Sam and Stella were still there-they were classmates!