Lessie's POV
I rested my hand on my chin, watching my husband deep in conversation with his four friends. Today was supposed to be our anniversary, but it feels far from it.
When he told me this morning that we’d be going out, I was pleasantly surprised—he’d never done anything like this before. I followed him to this upscale restaurant, filled with excitement, only to find myself ignored while he chatted away with his friends.
Bored, I took a sip from my glass and looked around, avoiding our table. Every other couple seemed to be in a romantic mood, fitting for a day like this. I sighed, thinking of our table.
My eyes drifted back to my husband. He was smiling, laughing, and talking excitedly.
I have to admit, this is probably the fourth time I’ve ever seen him laugh or smile. He smiles at others, but never with me.
Most of their talk was about business and finance—things I don't understand, so I couldn’t join in. Even his two females knew a lot about it, so the conversation flowed easily between them.
Taking a disinterested sip from my glass, I started to regret coming here. I would have been better off staying home than enduring this embarrassment. Should I just leave? Maybe I should, rather than sitting among people who aren't even trying to include me in their conversation. I felt like a complete stranger here
I placed my glass back on the table and was about to stand up when Steve suddenly rose to his feet.
Curious, I glanced at him, deciding to stay seated to see what made him stand up.
"Steve, what’s going on? Why are you standing?" Tyla, one of my husband's female friends, asked.
"Guess who just messaged me?" Steve exclaimed, clearly excited.
I raised my eyebrows with interest but remained silent.
"It’s your phone, not ours, how are we supposed to guess?"
"Trust me, you'd all be shocked if I told you who it is."
"Just tell us, Steve."
"It's Judie."
"Judie? What's going on with her?"
"She's back in the country!"
Everyone jumped up, shouting, "Are you serious?" Their excitement was palpable.
Their screams even drew attention from nearby tables, but luckily, no one seemed bothered.
As for me, I had no idea who this Judie person was, so I could only rest my head on my hand, feeling completely lost.
"Yes, she texted, asking for someone to pick her up at the airport," Steve added.
"So, who’s going?" Tyla and Lora exchanged glances, looking at the others.
Suddenly, I noticed everyone’s gaze landed on one person—my husband. What puzzled me even more was that his face had turned a deep shade of red, as if he were embarrassed!
I couldn't help but feel uneasy. His reaction wasn’t like this before; it only started… wait, it only started after he heard the name Judie.
"Tyla suggested, 'Freddie, will you go?'"
I glanced at Tyla, noticing her gaze fixed on my husband. She was clearly waiting for his response. Would he really go, knowing... surely he realizes I'm here, right? So he wouldn't…
"Yes, I'll go pick her up," my husband said as he stood. I stared at him, wanting to ask if he realized I was right here with him.
How could he go pick up another woman while I was sitting beside him?
When he rose, I quickly grabbed his hand, but his cold gaze made me withdraw in embarrassment.
Still, I couldn’t stay silent. “You’re leaving to pick up some girl? What about me...? It’s our wedding anniversary today, and I don’t understand why you’d want to leave for her.”
As I waited for his response, the next sound I heard was Tyla’s chuckle.
“Judie isn’t just some stranger. She’s one of us, and she’s even closer to Freddie,” she said, drawing out the last words, making me feel a pang of jealousy.
With Tyla’s words hanging in the air, I felt the eyes of all his friends on me.
Ignoring their stares, I awkwardly asked, “What do you mean?”
“She’s my ex-girlfriend,” my husband replied calmly, while I struggled to process what I’d just heard.
His ex-girlfriend?
And he wants to go pick her up?
On our wedding anniversary?
My mind raced with countless questions, leaving me unable to think straight. My head was spinning, and I felt on the verge of tears.
Without another glance at me, my husband headed straight for the door, and suddenly, I found it hard to breathe.
“Ah.” I gasped for air, drawing everyone’s attention.
“Lessie, are you okay?” Collin rushed over to me, followed by the others.
Of all my husband’s friends, Collin was the only one who treated me a little better; the rest never cared or showed any concern.
“My... my... my...” I struggled to speak as tears streamed down my face, each breath a painful effort.
Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of my husband. He glanced at me briefly, then snorted before finally walking away.
I cried even harder, knowing from his expression that he thought I was pretending to stop him.
“Freddie, your wife isn’t well! Come back!” I heard his three friends rush outside, pretending to call him back, but I knew they wouldn’t return.
The realization made me feel even more bitter. Thankfully, my breathing had eased a little. I turned to Collin. “I’m fine now, thank you.”
“Are you sure?” Collin asked, sounding concerned.
I nodded. “You can go. I’ll be fine.”
I heard Collin sigh before he started to leave.
As I watched him leave, my thoughts spiraled, imagining how my husband would react to seeing his ex-girlfriend. Bitterness welled up inside me. I’m his wife, so it’s normal to feel this way, but I hated it. He was with his ex, and yet I was the one feeling miserable—so unfair!
Suddenly, I struggled to breathe again, this time worse than before. A sharp pain shot through my stomach. I couldn’t even scream before everything went black.
*****
The sound of beeping machines filled the room, and the scent of antiseptic lingered in the air. I slowly opened my eyes to see a nurse standing beside me, smiling reassuringly. There was no need to panic; I could tell my condition wasn’t serious, probably just something minor.
But who had brought me to the hospital? I couldn’t remember anything after losing consciousness.
Suddenly, the air around me felt heavy. I turned to see a tall figure at the door.
It was my husband. For a moment, I forgot how he had left me for his ex, lost in the sight of him. Despite everything, I couldn’t deny how attractive he was. His handsome face stirred something sweet inside me.
I smiled at him, knowing he must have rushed to the hospital for me after leaving his ex.
“Freddie,” I called out softly.
“Lessie, you’re pregnant, and my ex is back. I want her, so let’s end this.”
Lessie's POV “What ex?”I pretended not to know which ex he was referring to, hoping that my husband would drop the matter. Sometimes, pretending ignorance is the best way out. I silently prayed he would end the conversation.But he didn’t. “Stop this, Lessie,” he said with a frown. “You know exactly who I’m talking about.”I was about to respond when something clicked in my mind. Did I just hear something about a pregnancy...?“Freddie, am I pregnant?”“Unfortunately, yes.”The happiness I felt quickly faded when I saw the disappointment on his face. “You’re not happy?”“Of course not,” he nearly shouted. “Your pregnancy has made everything a mess!”“B-” I tried to speak, but his next words cut me off.“We're getting a divorce, Lessie.”“What are you talking about, Freddie?” I forced a laugh.“Stop this nonsense.”“You want a divorce? Then... what about our baby?” I tried to sound as calm as possible.“Baby? Don’t tell me you’re planning to keep it?”“You… don’t want me to keep our
Lessie's POV “What the heck? Why are you at the hospital?” my friend yelled through the phone. “Wasn’t yesterday your wedding anniversary?”I rubbed my forehead and sighed. If I tell Ella what’s really going on, she won’t let it go.“Just forget it. I’m fine now.”“You’re in the hospital, so how can you say you’re fine? Just tell me what’s happening. Where’s Freddie? Isn’t he with you?”“Well, I’m here because... I’m pregnant.”Ella screamed before I could finish.“Stop screaming,” I said, wincing as my ear throbbed from her shriek.“Okay, okay, I’ll stop,” she replied, trying to contain her excitement. “You’re having a baby! Freddie must be happy, right? But wait, why do you sound so down?” She suddenly paused.“Things aren’t great. Freddie wants me to get rid of the baby. He doesn’t want it.”“Freddie said that? He wants you to abort the baby? But why?”“His ex-girlfriend is back, and he wants to be with her,” I said quietly, though inside I was trembling.“What nonsense! Who cares
Freddie's POV "You did what? She's your wife, and you want to divorce her because Judie is back? You've got to be kidding," Collin said, his voice laced with anger.I stayed silent, letting my expression make it clear that I wasn't interested in hearing anything Collin had to say.Collin and the rest of my friends had dropped by my office, and when they learned I was divorcing Lessie, they were all shocked but not exactly surprised. Only Collin, who had always been friendly with Lessie, refused to accept it."Collin, what's wrong with Freddie wanting to divorce that uncultured wife of his? Judie is a much better fit, and she's more suited for someone like Freddie," Lora countered."Plus, we all know Freddie has always had feelings for Judie. If she hadn't gone abroad, they would have been married long ago," Tyla added.While they were busy arguing, my mind wandered to Lessie at the hospital. It wasn't like I cared, but I was curious whether she'd still go through with the abortion. A
Lessie's POV I left my husband's office, tears streaming down my face. Before I made my way there, countless thoughts had already run through my mind. What if he refused to listen? What if he threw me out? And he did exactly that.Once again, he proved me wrong. Time and time again, I've been the fool, holding on to the hope that my husband would stay with me forever. I kept wishing for a small taste of sweetness in our marriage, but it never came, and now, it seems it never will.Now, we're finally divorced. I've already signed the papers, and do I have any regrets? Not really. It’s more pain than regret.It hurts, knowing I can't be with my husband anymore. It hurts even more, knowing he chose his ex over the wife who stood by him for two years.I really can't help but want to tear up even more. The wetness on my face could barely explain how betrayed and hurt I'm feeling inside of me.When I finally had enough of crying, I can't stay outside anymore, I have been outside since I w
Lessie's POV °Five years later°“Mommy!”“Hug me.” My heart melted as my adorable daughter eagerly climbed into my lap, her voice bubbling with energy.“Here we go...” Without hesitation, I scooped her up, her joyous laughter filling the house.As I embraced her, I turned to Jacob, my other child, who was busy tying his shoelaces.“You both are running late for school. We should get going.” Jacob quickly finished tying his shoes, and I considered putting my daughter down, but she clung to me even tighter.“Will you come down now, darling?” I asked gently.Jasmine shook her head and snuggled closer. I sighed, knowing that she wasn’t going to let go. Jasmine was the clingy one, and I’d learned that once she latched on, there was no letting go.Grabbing my car keys, I headed out of the house with Jacob walking beside me and Jasmine still in my arms.Seeing the two of them together always filled me with a deep sense of contentment. Jasmine was my mini-me, though her confidence was unmist
Lessie's POV It was the night of our last day working through the stacks of files with my colleagues. Once we finally finished, I cleared my desk, stifling a yawn."Are we heading home already?" Lucy asked, her face showing pure exhaustion."Lazybones," David teased, smirking at her. Lucy almost jumped out of her seat in anger. "What the heck? Who are you calling lazy? I've been working nonstop for a whole week, and you're calling me lazy!" she huffed, swinging her hand at him. David dodged her with a laugh, causing Lucy to chase after him, fuming.I chuckled at their childish antics before turning back to pack my things neatly.Besides David, Lucy, Charlotte, and me, a few more of my colleagues were still working late that night. We had all tackled our tasks based on our individual roles.Once my bags were packed, I noticed Benjamin walking in, his white shirt rumpled from the day's work."Boss, we're all done now, and we're about to head out," Lucy spoke again, clearly as drained as
Lessie's POV "Ma'am," the nanny greeted me first, easing my frustration."Why weren’t you here earlier?" I asked again, but this time my voice was calmer."We went home to cook porridge for James. He needs something solid to eat," she explained, holding out the lunch box, which I hadn’t noticed until now.The nanny I hired for my kids was in her thirties. I could have chosen an older one, but I wanted someone younger and more energetic, someone my children could play with."Oh, give it to me." I took the lunch box from her and began feeding James the hot porridge until he finished every bit.Afterward, we stayed with him until the next morning before leaving the hospital. Once again, the doctor reminded me to keep a close eye on James.When we got home, I settled James in their room to rest, while Jasmine and I stayed in the living room."Mommy, your phone is ringing," Jasmine said, picking it up and bringing it over to me."Who’s calling?" I asked, my attention still on the televisio
Lessie's POV Syracuse Airport~The plane touched down smoothly, and soon the passengers began getting down. We followed suit, and I held both my children's hands tightly as we made our way out. I pushed our luggage out of the security checkpoint.“Mommy we are in Syracuse already!” Jasmine cheerfully said, almost jumping.“Yes we are here already.” I looked at her and smiled.I noticed James was just as curious, quietly taking in the surroundings. I hadn't told them much about this place, only that I used to live here.“Your city is nice, Mommy,” James murmured, still glancing around in quiet wonder.I nodded and remained silent.As we moved through the bustling crowd, I could feel eyes on us. My long hair swayed gently, complementing my fair, porcelain-like skin and slender figure.Some people even took out their phones, sneaking pictures like I was some kind of celebrity. But I wasn’t surprised by the attention. I knew what I'd achieved in the past five years. After overcoming ear
Lessie's POV The househelp flinched in fear at the sound of my voice. I quickly offered her an apologetic look, knowing that it was my fault for raising my voice, though I was still suspicious.“Ma’am, I’m sorry,” she said softly.“You can pretend you never heard my question. Just… please don’t be upset,” she pleaded, her eyes already brimming with tears.As I looked at her, my expression softened. Despite being a housemaid, she appeared quite young, or maybe it was just my imagination. Perhaps I had overreacted.Replaying her question in my mind, I realized it wasn’t as bad or suspicious as I had initially thought. It might have simply been a harmless question.“I’m not angry,” I assured her. “And I’m sorry for overreacting.”Hearing my words, she finally calmed down.“I’ll be leaving now.” She fiddled with her hands before turning to leave.“Wait,” I quickly stopped her. “Don’t you want to know who I am?”“You’ll tell me?” Her dull eyes suddenly brightened, and I nodded.“Actually,
Lessie's POV A dull ache throbbed in my head as I struggled to open my eyes, only to find myself in an unfamiliar room.The ceiling looked different from what I was used to. Frowning, I glanced around in confusion, trying to make sense of my surroundings.Just as I thought I would remain in this dazed and blank state for a while, a flood of memories rushed back to me.“Oh… so I fell asleep in his car?” I recalled following Freddie to his house. He had been so persistent, and I couldn’t risk him seeing the children.“But… who carried me inside?!” My eyes widened in shock as the realization hit me. It was Freddie. Again.Gosh. My cheeks burned with embarrassment.I took another look around as I stood up. This room was nothing like the one I once lived in.It was obvious—Freddie had changed the entire design.I continued scanning the space, from the bedroom to the bathroom. Every corner of the room passed through my scrutiny. I should be worried about how to leave, but I knew panicking
Freddie's POVWhen Lessie agreed to come with me, I was completely stunned. I never expected those words from her. I had braced myself for a battle, thinking I’d have to fight tooth and nail to get her to follow me, but instead, she agreed so easily.Even now, with her sitting in my car, it was hard to believe she was actually here.My eyes remained fixed on her as she slept. No matter how much I tried, I couldn’t look away. Her long lashes rested against her fair skin, her soft, rosy lips slightly parted, it was impossible not to notice every detail.Everything about her seemed to be calling me closer, daring me to do something.I exhaled sharply and shook my head, trying to push the thoughts away.With effort, I clenched my hands together and turned to stare out the window.Yet, the ride home felt unbearably slow. I kept stealing glances at Lessie, unable to resist.Her porcelain skin seemed to glow under the dim car lights. Bit by bit, I found myself leaning toward her. This time,
Lessie's POV “You still have nothing to say?” he asked again, irritation clear in his voice as I remained silent.I took a deep breath, trying to steady my emotions. His words made it seem like I was some heartless woman running away from him as if he owned me. But that couldn’t be further from the truth!“No, I don’t,” I exhaled before responding.“Lessie!” He gritted his teeth, his eyes burning with rage.I knew my attitude was getting under his skin, but I couldn’t care less. He should just leave already so I could return to my kids. They must be waiting for me.“Just say whatever it is you need to say and let me go. You're clearly wasting my time by standing in my way. Yes, I’m leaving, and so what? It’s none of your business.” I snapped.“Oh, you want me to say whatever’s on my mind?” he asked, smirking. His voice was dangerously low.Something about his tone made my stomach twist. Whatever he was about to say, I had a feeling I wouldn’t like it.“Fine,” he said coldly. “I’m tak
Lessie's POV We had barely stepped into the airport when we spotted Benjamin with his luggage.He waved at us, and we waved back before making our way toward him.When we reached him, Jasmine beamed at him. “Uncle Benjamin,” she greeted sweetly.“Baby Jasmine, how are you?”“I’m fine.” Jasmine’s smile widened.“What about you, boy? You good?” Benjamin asked James.“Mm, good,” James muttered.Benjamin wasn’t offended. He already knew how James felt about him.Even though I knew Benjamin wasn’t upset, I still flashed him an apologetic smile.“Alright, are we ready to go?” Sensing the tense atmosphere, I quickly changed the subject.“It’s not our flight time yet. We should wait in the waiting area.”“Oh.” I nodded in agreement.He took the two pieces of luggage from my hands, and we followed him to the waiting area.Jasmine, seemingly energized from her two-hour nap, left my side to sit with Benjamin. She immediately launched into a conversation about our shopping trip.“Uncle Ben, you
Lessie's POV “No way! I need to save some for later,” she pouted, kicking her hands in the air.James rolled his eyes. “Stop throwing a tantrum and just eat already.”Jasmine scoffed. “You should be on my side, but no! Instead, you abandon poor little Jasmine.” She let out a dramatic sob.I pressed my lips together, trying to stifle my laughter. What was Jasmine doing? Her fake tears were painfully obvious.James rolled his eyes even harder this time, and I just couldn’t hold it in any longer.“Hahaha!” I burst into uncontrollable laughter.“Mommyyy!” Jasmine whined, already knowing why I was laughing.“Fine, I’ll eat.” She huffed, pulling the plate closer. Without looking at any of us, she grudgingly began eating.James’ cheeks puffed out, clearly trying to hold back his own laughter.I picked up my food and started eating too, but midway through, I noticed Nanny Adele hadn’t touched her meal. She simply sat there, watching the kids.“Aren’t you eating?” I asked.She lowered her hea
Lessies POV Before I could say another word, Jasmine had already leaped onto me."Yay! Mommy, are you serious?" she squealed, bouncing with excitement. I knew just how much she loved outings."Yes, I am," I chuckled softly."Alright, alright, let’s go already!" She dusted off any stray hair from her clothes before standing straight. Her excitement was unmatched, and I would do anything to keep seeing that joy on their faces.Even James seemed pleased. He didn’t show it outright, but I could tell from his demeanor."No, first, we need to pack our luggage so that when we return, all we’ll have to do is take them out," I said firmly."Okay!" Jasmine spun around and immediately got to work.Nanny Adele followed suit, checking for any clothes or items that still needed to be packed. It wouldn’t be ideal to leave the city only to realize we’d forgotten something important at the hotel.James looked around for anything that needed packing, but when he found nothing, he decided to help by ha
Lessie's POV “Was he threatening me?” I exhaled sharply, frustrated."Fine then, let's see what he can do to me." I shrugged, tossing my phone aside before slipping into my clothes.Today was our last day here. Our flight was scheduled for the night, which meant we still had the entire day to prepare.I refused to let Freddie ruin this for me.After dressing, I peeked into the kitchen and spotted Nanny Adele cooking. I waved at her before glancing down at the children.They were already dressed up nicely for the trip.Q"Mommy, how does little Jasmine look?" Jasmine kept her eyes on her dress, waiting for my response."My baby girl looks the best. You're beautiful." I smiled warmly, and I wasn't even exaggerating.I had to admit, proudly, that I had given birth to truly beautiful children. Even at the airport when we arrived, people couldn’t stop staring at them. They were just that stunning.I gently ruffled their hair, but before I could relish the moment, my phone rang again.I si
Freddie's POV "Mr. Freddie, are you on the line?""Can you hear me?"I didn't get to hear any word from him since my phone was on the floor.I clenched my fist, trying my best to suppress the anger bubbling inside me."So, this is it? She never cared about me." I let out a bitter scoff.I had been foolishly happy when she called last night. Not even in my worst nightmares did I think she was planning to leave again.She’s leaving again—just like before.Forcing a dry smile, I swallowed my emotions and bent down to retrieve my phone."Hello? Are you still there? Maybe it’s a connection issue?" Mr. Rodriguez’s voice came through the speaker.I cleared my throat and responded, "I’m hanging up now. Goodbye.""Wait, but—"I didn’t let him finish. Frustrated, I ended the call.I knew I shouldn’t take my anger out on Mr. Rodriguez, but I couldn't ignore the fact that he planned everything without telling me. How could he allow them leave without informing me? Damn it!Just as I was lost in