He Stole Me From My Deadbeat Husband-Chapter 478

Graham glanced at Matt again and thought, ’This man is my last resort in case I can’t do anything anymore. I may not work with Sarah again, but her idea is brilliant.

’This useless man will be my ticket to destroy Henry’s reputation. No matter how much he tries to protect himself, nobody will like a rapist who forced a woman to carry her baby,’ Graham smirked as he utilized Sarah’s idea.

It was cruel, but it was effective. Something that only Sarah could come up with.

’I hope I can find you before he does, Kate. I will do everything to protect you. You are James’ beloved, and I understand why...’ Graham and James were best friends who had similar tastes in women as well. ’Because you’re my beloved as well.’

Kate embodied everything Graham and James liked: ingenuity, discipline, and toughness like a diamond.

’Unfortunately, no matter how tough you are. A diamond would eventually break if it kept getting pounded by one problem after another. She’s at her wit’s end, and I will give her a fresh start.’

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"Thank you very much," Kate smiled as she handed a paper bag with cheesecake inside to an old lady who was a regular in her bakery.

"Oh-ho, I love this cake so much. Thank you for making it less sweet," the old lady said.

"You’re welcome. I made one specifically for the elderly every day. I added a bit of lemon in the recipe and reduced the sugar for the cheesecake," Kate said, making sure the old lady knew she was a well-appreciated customer.

"Aw, you’re such a sweet young lady. You’re new around here, right? Are you married?" The old lady asked out of curiosity. "I mean, there are plenty of young men in this town. I could introduce you to my grandson if you want."

"Ahahaha... I’m already in my thirties right now. I think it’s a little weird if I date someone much younger than me," Kate said as she softly rejected the suggestion.

"Wait, really?" the old lady looked genuinely surprised. "You’re already in your thirties? I really thought you were in your early twenties! I was ready to introduce you to my twenty-year-old grandson!"

"He can always come to buy cake or bread here," Kate joked.

"Oh, I don’t think he minds a mature lady," the old lady chuckled. "Especially when the lady is so gorgeous!"

Kate’s cheeks reddened. She helped the old lady walk out of her bakery and waved goodbye.

Kate stared at the empty road as she breathed the morning air of Maine.

After she ran away from New York, Kate jumped from one hotel to another until she settled in a town called Camden in Knox County, Maine.

It was a resort town with a peaceful community and fresh air near the sea. It was a perfect spot to start anew while raising her boy.

Three months after she stayed in Camden, she opened a bakery, and three months after that, the small bakery business finally took off. She had many regulars as well. It was a life that Kate wanted.

Kate wasn’t a good cook, but she was a great baker since she helped her mother a lot in the kitchen when she was young, so starting a bakery wasn’t a difficult task for her, especially with all the money she had.

Of course, with her passive income, she could always retire and not do anything except raising her son.

But Kate had been conditioned to work nonstop. Her body felt so sluggish when she wasn’t busy, so she had to work no matter what.

Thankfully, opening a small bakery that employed two workers was enough to keep her busy while she cared for her six-month-old son, Theodore, who was still sleeping upstairs.

"Kate, we’re running out of flour and chocolate chips!" Maya, her bakery assistant, said from the kitchen.

"Oh yeah, Tom will return with my orders soon! Just wait!" Kate replied.

As she expected, Tom, her other employee, came with two bags of flour and a bag of chocolate chips.

"Oh, you’re finally here!" Kate cheered as her savior came to save the day. "You should bring those flours to the kitchen. Maya has been waiting for it."

Tom smiled at his boss and easily carried two bags of flour on his shoulders.

Kate stared at Tom’s back and remembered how she met this man.

Kate met Thomas, or Tom, as he preferred to be called, only a week after she opened her bakery.

He was young, probably around Henry’s age, tall, and strong despite his thin figure.

Kate was awry at first, thinking this man might be someone sent by Dahlia or, worse, Sarah to spy on her.

But she lowered her guard after she listened to his story.

Thomas was a broken young man who was kicked out of his family after he reached the age of eighteen. He was lost and drifted around until he found himself in Camden, working odd jobs to fill his stomach.

He had no family that accepted him, and when he saw the bakery, he asked if he could get a job to fill his stomach.

Kate pitied him and gave him odd jobs by cleaning up the bakery after closing hours and buying supplies for the kitchen.

Thomas proved himself a reliable worker and a good man who always protected Kate since many men, young and old, tried to hit on her in the new city.

So she hired him as a permanent employee, even went as far as helping him to find an apartment, and paid a year upfront for the rent.

Of course, she said she’d deduct his monthly salary, but it was mostly a ruse to make him feel less reluctant about the situation.

As he was done putting the ingredients in the kitchen, Tom returned to Kate and asked with a big smile on his face, "So, I’ve cleaned the floor, wiped the window, cleaned the glass display, and stocked the ingredients. Is there something else I need to do?"

"No, you did everything already," Kate smiled. She grabbed a piece of cheese bread and handed it to Tom. "You haven’t had any breakfast yet, right? You should eat this."

"But this is for sale..." Tom was reluctant to accept it. "Could you deduct my salary for this piece of bread?"

"Hahaha, sure, I’ll deduct your salary for that as well," Kate smiled. She watched Tom eating the bread and remembered about her man again.