A week after the nail salon incident, Keeley was exhausted from spending the entire morning coaching Alice for her job interview that afternoon. She wasn't a natural teacher, but Alice had been a receptive student. At least, she seemed to understand everything by the end.

Keeley sincerely hoped Alice got the job. With a steady income, Alice could finally rent her own apartment. It wasn't that Keeley disliked having Alice stay, but Aaron had become even clingier than usual since her arrival.

She couldn't fathom how he'd managed to suppress his clinginess in their first life. Perhaps it only surfaced after losing her and then regaining her. She wasn't the only one traumatized by the events.

At least they were now focusing on healing together. That was what mattered most.

She stretched and sighed heavily. They were out of eggs, a crucial ingredient for her planned fried rice dinner. The babies were asleep, preventing a quick trip to the building's convenience store until they woke and she could take them.

Most residents didn't know Aaron Hale lived in the penthouse. He'd largely avoided high-profile events in this life, keeping a low profile until photos she'd posted on Instagram were leaked last night, along with the news of their marriage.

She'd been accosted by at least three people that morning while collecting the mail. It was incredibly annoying. If she ever discovered the source of the leak, she'd retaliate.

Even a simple egg run would likely cause a commotion. Why couldn't she live in peace? She'd much rather be mobbed for a research award than for marrying Aaron.

It was ridiculous. Didn't people have better things to do than gossip about strangers?

The intercom buzzed, interrupting her thoughts. "Mrs. Hale, the housekeeping service is here."

"Send her up. Thank you!"

Since the babies had just begun their nap, she'd have to either ask Janet, their housekeeper, to postpone vacuuming until they woke, or do it herself if they slept longer.

Despite having done all her own cleaning growing up, Keeley appreciated Janet's twice-weekly help with the most demanding chores. She was constantly exhausted from caring for two infants.

Since reuniting with Aaron, she'd realized that not all aspects of wealth were unpleasant. It was convenient never worrying about bills, affording regular dinners out, and instantly replacing broken items.

The problem had always been moderation. In her first life, she'd been overwhelmed by excessive opulence and the terrible people associated with it.

When Janet arrived, Keeley explained the vacuuming situation and other specific cleaning needs, thanking her before settling down to watch TV. She took the baby monitor to be alerted immediately if the babies woke.

Molly and Dinah joined her in the TV room, vying for snuggles during the cooking competition finale. They hissed at each other for the coveted lap spot; Dinah won, much to Molly's displeasure. Molly didn't like sharing her mother's attention.

The babies woke up just five minutes before the show ended. Duty called, and her children were paramount.

Keeley changed their diapers, put them in the stroller, and headed downstairs. Hopefully, she could complete her errand quickly and uninterrupted.

Of course, she was wrong. Two unfamiliar housewives wanted to discuss her "interview."

"What interview?" she asked, bewildered.

"With the woman from the nail salon!"

"That wasn't an interview; someone eavesdropped on a private conversation and then harassed me," Keeley stated flatly. "Don't I have the right to spend time with a friend without answering strangers' questions?"

The housewives seemed taken aback. One showed genuine shame.

"I'm so sorry. I'd be driven crazy by constant intrusions. I was so caught up in the news that I didn't consider your feelings."

The other was more brazen. "Well, if you wanted privacy, you shouldn't have married a public figure."

Keeley was appalled. Since when did being a businessman equate to being a public figure? She understood the attention if she'd married an actor or singer, but even celebrities deserved privacy.

"I wouldn't call a businessman a public figure," she said coldly. "If someone wrote an article about your husband, and everyone bombarded you with questions, would you feel the same?"

"She has a point, May," the apologetic woman said. Her guilt was evident.

May's face turned purple. She couldn't argue.

"If you'll excuse me, I need to buy eggs."

Keeley walked past them, head held high, maintaining as much dignity as possible while pushing a double stroller. She bought her eggs, and swiftly exited the convenience store, ensuring she was alone before using her elevator key.

She was fed up. When would it end? She longed to go to the park or even leave her apartment without being accosted.

Honestly, where did people find such audacity?