Lessie's POV I bit my tongue.It was clear that she had noticed someone standing there, but now that she was actually looking at me, she seemed unsure.She blinked as if to make sure she wasn’t imagining things. “You’re… Lessie?” she asked hesitantly.I pressed my lips together and didn’t reply.Hearing her voice and seeing her face brought back unpleasant memories.Freddie’s mother had never liked me.She never once treated me kindly or wanted anything to do with me. To her, I was a stain—someone unworthy of being her son’s wife.Back then, it used to hurt. I had tried so hard to prove myself to her.But not anymore.Now, I was surprised to realize that I felt nothing toward her.I stared at her."Aren't you Lessie?" she repeated.Just like before, I stayed silent. That question wasn’t for me to answer, it was her son’s problem, not mine. It wasn’t like I wanted to be here anyway.Crossing my arms, I remained indifferent.When I didn’t respond, she turned to Freddie. "She’s Lessie,
Lessie's POVI opened my mouth to speak, but Benjamin cut me off, leaving me speechless."Don’t tell me it’s nothing," he said seriously.I couldn’t blame him. He knew that’s how I usually brushed things off."I’m not," I assured him with a smile. "Let’s leave here first."I wasn’t sure where the kids were, so I let Benjamin lead the way.Thankfully, he nodded and walked ahead to his car, which was parked down the street.Neither of us spoke as he started driving. I rolled down the window and rested my elbow, enjoying the fresh air on my face. A small, satisfied smile appeared on my lips.We stayed silent for a long time. I wasn’t sure how long until I felt the car slow down.Confused, I glanced at Benjamin. He let out a frustrated sigh.I blinked, then looked outside. We weren’t in a residential area.He had stopped the car in a quiet place—no pedestrians, no cars."Ben—" I barely got a word out before he turned to face me, making me flinch."You’re not going to ask how I found you t
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
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 POVI opened my mouth to speak, but Benjamin cut me off, leaving me speechless."Don’t tell me it’s nothing," he said seriously.I couldn’t blame him. He knew that’s how I usually brushed things off."I’m not," I assured him with a smile. "Let’s leave here first."I wasn’t sure where the kids were, so I let Benjamin lead the way.Thankfully, he nodded and walked ahead to his car, which was parked down the street.Neither of us spoke as he started driving. I rolled down the window and rested my elbow, enjoying the fresh air on my face. A small, satisfied smile appeared on my lips.We stayed silent for a long time. I wasn’t sure how long until I felt the car slow down.Confused, I glanced at Benjamin. He let out a frustrated sigh.I blinked, then looked outside. We weren’t in a residential area.He had stopped the car in a quiet place—no pedestrians, no cars."Ben—" I barely got a word out before he turned to face me, making me flinch."You’re not going to ask how I found you t
Lessie's POV I bit my tongue.It was clear that she had noticed someone standing there, but now that she was actually looking at me, she seemed unsure.She blinked as if to make sure she wasn’t imagining things. “You’re… Lessie?” she asked hesitantly.I pressed my lips together and didn’t reply.Hearing her voice and seeing her face brought back unpleasant memories.Freddie’s mother had never liked me.She never once treated me kindly or wanted anything to do with me. To her, I was a stain—someone unworthy of being her son’s wife.Back then, it used to hurt. I had tried so hard to prove myself to her.But not anymore.Now, I was surprised to realize that I felt nothing toward her.I stared at her."Aren't you Lessie?" she repeated.Just like before, I stayed silent. That question wasn’t for me to answer, it was her son’s problem, not mine. It wasn’t like I wanted to be here anyway.Crossing my arms, I remained indifferent.When I didn’t respond, she turned to Freddie. "She’s Lessie,
Lessie's POV We both turned and saw the housemaid who had served me upstairs.I wanted to smile at her, but Freddie's next words made me blush in embarrassment."Where's the tray of food? I hope it's still in the kitchen," he asked her.She blinked in confusion. "But sir, you—"Freddie cut her off. "You what? I just hope the food is still there. You can warm it up and eat later since someone here says she's not hungry.""And I'm sure that someone still hasn't eaten. Her stomach must be so full," he added, his eyes fixed on me, making my embarrassment worse.I avoided his gaze, looking anywhere but at him. What was he doing?Yes, I'd refused to eat when he asked, but I didn’t really mean it. So why was it a big deal if I ate the food later?The room suddenly fell silent. None of us spoke, and he kept staring at me.The awkwardness was finally broken by the housemaid’s cough.Her expression showed she understood what Freddie’s was up to."Sir, I need to clean the kitchen now. Bye." Wit
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