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MAISIEDays passed.Jason was nowhere to be seen or heard from.He didn't come home at night, and on the rare occasions when he did, it was always too late for me to still be awake.I always felt him outside our bedroom door, but he never came in. He never spoke to me again after that awful event.I didn't need anyone to tell me what was happening—he was avoiding me at all costs. Avoiding the confrontation, avoiding having to explain himself.At first, I told myself I didn't care. That I was better off not seeing him or being reminded of his cruel betrayal and how little he must actually want me if he could be so callous. But as days stretched into a week, then two, I felt sadness settling into the hollowness inside me.He was my husband, after all. The man I had foolishly, desperately fallen in love with. And now, he was slipping away from me completely, like he finally found his excuse to leave me behind for good.When the silence and emptiness of the house became too much to bear,
MaisieOver the next few days, Jason continued to be a total ghost around the house. It was like he didn't even exist here anymore, but I tried my best to ignore the gut-wrenching pain and emptiness from his absence.The sharp sting of betrayal I used to feel whenever I thought about him and his mistress had now faded to just a dull, constant ache in the pit of my stomach.That was probably because I had other things weighing heavily on my mind, like my upcoming 18th birthday which was rapidly approaching.I actually found myself getting kind of excited about it, despite everything.Finally turning 18 meant I would be legal for a lot of new experiences and opportunities that had been off-limits to me before as a minor.But despite my attempts to stay positive and look forward to this milestone, I couldn't help the nagging ache of disappointment over all the stupid birthday fantasies and experiences I had hoped Jason and I would share together - dreams I now knew would never come true.
"I'm not going anywhere," he rumbled in that same gritty tone I didn't recognize.It was filled with something I hadn't heard from him before - but I wasn't sure what it was. Need? Desperation? Hunger? A predatory edge that made my heart race.I stared up at him with wide eyes, my pulse pounding out of control from our intimate proximity and the way he was looking at me like he wanted to devour me whole.Every nerve ending in my body was electrified by his touch, his scent, the smoldering intensity burning in his eyes."W-What are you doing?" I stammered, my voice trembling as I feebly tried to pull away. But his grip only tightened further, holding me pressed against the scorching heat of his hard body.His full lips curved into a faint, humorless smile. "What I've always wanted to do," he murmured, his voice low and gravelly.I froze, my entire body stiffening as his words sank in. But I didn't dare move away, I didn't want to. Not anymore. Not when he was looking at me like that, to
JASONJason blinked slowly, the fog in his brain finally starting to clear.His muscles were still twitching from the intense aftermath of his release last night.For a few seconds, he laid there confused, not quite sure where the hell he was or what had happened.The room around him seemed kind of unfamiliar but the warm body lying next to him definitely was.He turned his head and felt his stomach drop through the floor when he saw Maisie's innocent face sprawled out on the pillow beside him.His eyes trailed down, taking in the soft curve of her bare shoulder, the faint reddish marks on her neck that matched the burning feeling on his own lips.Shit. Maisie.His heart stopped for a second before thundering in his chest as the full reality slammed into him like a freight train.Last night was like a blur – there were several bottles of whiskey involved.The thought of her finally becoming a legal adult had been plaguing him for weeks, making him wrestle with feelings he knew he shou
MaisieIt had been two weeks since Jason came into my room and made love to me that night. But no matter how hard I tried to forget, my mind kept drifting back to it.The bed was cold and empty beside me when I woke up the next morning. Jason was already long gone, like he had never been there at all. Like it had all just been an incredibly realistic dream.My mind kept flashing images of how he took me, touched me and claimed me in a way no one had ever done before.Yes, I swore to stop loving him and forget every feeling he ever stirred inside me, but that night changed everything.His hungry kisses, his passionate touches, the way his body moved inside mine… it was like he had claimed not just my body but my soul all over again.I tried to shake it off. To remind myself how he disappeared just as quickly as he came after taking what he wanted. Yet the memory refused to leave, and I couldn’t let go no matter how hard I tried.“Surely he’d come back again. Right? It was bound to happ
MAISIE"This is the last time I'd cry over Jason Harding!"I took my stuff and left the signed divorce papers, the cheque along with the house ownership documents for that sorry sack of crap.I didn't want a single damn thing that would remind me of his miserable existence, not even a freaking paperclip. "What brought us together in the first place was just a meaningless signature scribbled on some stupid white paper, and that same flimsy piece of paper is what tore us apart in the end." I spat.He was never really my husband after all and I was never truly his wife.Eight long months later, I gave birth to our child - the child that worthless piece of shit ex-husband didn't even know about and never would if I had my way.I'd already completed two years of college before the divorce, but after getting those papers, I took a break from school and cut off every single person - my family, especially Jason.As far as I was concerned, there was no reason at all to tell that asshole about t
MAISIEI glanced over to find Don had his headphones on, listening to his music playlist with his eyes closed while swinging his little legs that surprisingly reached the floor of the car seat as he bobbed his head slightly to the beat.It had been three months since our move, and he was still struggling to adjust to his new school. He hadn't wanted to leave his old school friends in the first place, but after my promotion and our relocation, we didn't have much choice."Don didn't have a choice though, this place has way better resources and opportunities for kids like him," I reminded myself silently.I made a mental note to really talk to him about whatever he was dealing with after we got home and settled in. His teacher had called yesterday about him being unusually quiet during classes, and I couldn't keep putting off this conversation.I pulled into the driveway of our new home—more spacious than our old apartment just as my phone started ringing with a call from work, the displ
MAISIEI suddenly felt like the worst mother in the entire world for constantly putting work before my own child's needs and emotional well-being.I sighed. "Aw honey, I thought if I worked myself to the bone and gave you everything you could ever ask for materially, you'd be happy and have the perfect life. But I guess I was just being naive and selfish by assuming fancy things could make up for a lack of quality time together."Don watched me silently with those big dark eyes as I continued to pour my heart out. "You were right earlier - I've been an absolutely terrible mother lately, putting my job first when you should always be my top priority." I felt tears welling up as the guilt washed over me.I raised my pinky finger and made a vow to my son. "But I promise you, from now on I'll cut way back on work and spend way more quality time with you. Just you and me, doing the things that matter. We'll do anything you want, bud. Pinky promise."The dimpled smile that broke across his f
MAISIEI froze, then rushed closer to her. "Lily, what did you say? Say it again!"She placed her tiny palm on my cheek."Amma!"It wasn't perfect, but it was close enough. After months of trying, she'd finally said something resembling "Mama."Joy exploded through me like fireworks. I started bouncing up and down, unable to contain my excitement."She said it! She said 'Mama'! Did you hear that? She called me 'Mama'!" I shouted, throwing my arms wide and then forming a big heart shape with them for Lily.Suddenly, I realized I hadn't captured this momentous occasion. "Wait, I need my camera! This is important!"I started frantically searching through my bag. "Don't say anything else until Mama comes back with the camera, okay?" I called over my shoulder as I dug through my belongings.I've always been one to wear my emotions openly, especially happiness. After everything I'd been through in my life, I'd promised myself I would never downplay joy when it came my way. I would celebrate
MAISIEI was making my way back from checking on Don and his friends who were busy taking photos and being typical teenagers when Lily suddenly began squirming in my arms, making urgent sounds and pointing.Don had asked us to keep his relationship with Jason private at school. As far as his classmates knew, Jason was just his stepfather, the school principal who had married his mom.I understood his need for privacy; teenage social dynamics were complicated enough without adding that layer.Lily's movements became more insistent, drawing my attention back to her. She was staring fixedly at something, her little body practically vibrating with excitement.Following her gaze, I realized we were standing near the elephant enclosure. A massive African elephant was resting in the shade of a large tree, separated from us by sturdy metal bars and a deep moat.I moved closer to the viewing area, and Lily immediately grabbed onto the bars, her eyes wide with wonder as she took in the enormous
MAISIEI turned back to face her, noting the familiar look of contempt that always appeared whenever Karina's name came up.Miriam had disliked her from the start, but her hatred had intensified after I'd explained the full story of how Karina had conspired with Jason's brother Jared, how she'd betrayed years of friendship with Jason just to trap him in a relationship."What's she done now?" I asked, not entirely sure I wanted to know.My feelings toward Karina were complicated. For a long time, I'd seen her as nothing but a manipulative obstacle standing between Jason and me. Then, during our final confrontation, I'd glimpsed something else—a young woman crushed under the weight of family expectations and desperate choices.However, that brief moment of sympathy had evaporated when Jason finally told me everything. The extent of her deception, the calculated way she'd worked with Jared to keep Jason tied to her... I'd never wished anyone ill except for Jared, but Karina had earned a
MAISIE"It's okay, sweet girl," I murmured, holding Lily close as our car pulled away from the driveway.Her eyes were still watery, her little chest occasionally hitching with the aftermath of tears. She'd been crying for Don, who had left earlier with Chen and their friend to meet us at the zoo.Don had snuck out while Lily was distracted with her toys, but she'd noticed his absence almost immediately. It was almost comical how both her father and brother would try to slip away unnoticed, terrified of upsetting a twenty-month-old."Come on, Lily," I said brightly, trying to distract her. "Say 'Mama'!"I'd been trying to coax her first words for weeks now. However, she seemed determined to take her time.The pediatrician assured us it was normal. Some children were simply more observant before they started speaking still I couldn't help feeling a little anxious.Lily ignored my prompting, becoming fascinated with the buttons on my jacket instead. She leaned forward, her chubby finger
MAISIEThe next morning, I emerged from a quick shower and headed to the dressing room to get ready for the day.I'd passed by Lily's room earlier and found both her and Jason still asleep, though she had somehow migrated onto his chest, her favorite sleeping position since she was born.Whenever she was with one of us while sleeping, she'd inevitably crawl up and settle herself on our chest, her ear pressed against our heartbeat.I pulled on ripped jeans, a white tank top, and a soft gray blazer, then headed back to the nursery, eager to tell Jason about his unprecedented night of sleep.When I reached Lily's room, the bed was empty. I found them on the other side of the room, where Jason was sitting on the floor with Lily in his lap, carefully putting tiny shoes on her feet.She looked adorable in a white sundress, her hair tamed into two small pigtails.I was about to speak when Don appeared behind me with Lily's sippy cup of milk in his hand."Time for breakfast, everyone," he ann
MAISIE~A couple of years later~I gave birth to the most beautiful little girl in the world two years after our wedding. We named her Lily, after Jason's mother. Sometimes I call her Lil when she's being especially cute, which is pretty much all the time.It was actually my suggestion to name her after his mother. I knew it would make Jason happy, and it truly did. The way his eyes lit up when I proposed it—that moment alone was worth it.Now she's one year and eight months old, toddling around our home with a determination that makes us all smile.Lily has filled our lives—mine, Jason's, and Don's—with a kind of joy I never knew existed. Her little voice, still forming words but full of expression, makes the whole house feel alive. She's become the unexpected glue that has truly brought our family together.Don had accepted my relationship with his father, but in those early days after the wedding, he still spent most of his time with his best friend.He was trying to adjust to this
MAISIEThe moment we appeared, the guests rose to their feet, turning to watch our approach.I saw familiar faces on both sides of the aisle—colleagues from work, parents from Don's school.Miriam stood in the front row, her pregnancy now visible beneath her flowing dress, tears already streaming down her face as she clutched Nathan's hand.But my eyes were drawn inexorably to Jason, waiting for me beneath the arch.The look on his face as he watched me approach… wonder, joy, love so intense it was almost painful to witness made everything else fade away.In that moment, it was just the two of us, connected by an invisible thread that had been drawing us together since our first meeting.Don and I moved slowly down the aisle, each step bringing me closer to my future. The weight of my son's arm beneath my hand was both grounding and symbolic. He wasn't just giving me away; he was walking with me into our new life.When we reached the front, the officiant smiled warmly at us. "Who give
MAISIEThe moment I stepped on the back porch, the world seemed to pause. Across the lawn where rows of white chairs arranged in a semicircle. Wildflowers in shades of blue, purple, and white lined the aisle—the same flowers that grew naturally along the stream at the property's edge, now woven into garlands that transformed our backyard into an enchanted garden.Jason squeezed my hand once before releasing it. Then he moved ahead to take his place at the simple arch we'd constructed from twisted branches and adorned with more wildflowers and fairy lights that would twinkle as evening approached.His best man, Klay, stood beside him, while Felix and the rest of Jason’s friends lingered a few feet away. Dressed in sleek black silk suits, they exuded an air of refined elegance, each one strikingly handsome in their own way.I took a deep breath, steadying myself in the quiet moment before everything would begin.The subtle scent of my bouquet—wildflowers mixed with sprigs of lavender—he
MAISIEWe lay tangled together afterward.Jason’s weight was a welcome pressure on top of me and his heartbeat was strong against my chest, gradually slowing to match my own.My ring caught the candlelight and sent prisms dancing across his sweat-dampened skin like tiny rainbows that seemed a fitting metaphor for the joy that filled me.Eventually, Jason shifted to the side and gathered me on him so that my head rested on his chest with his arm a protective band around my waist.Outside, the night had deepened, but inside our sanctuary, time seemed suspended in amber like the honey that still faintly flavored our kisses."When did you plan all this?" I asked, tracing idle patterns through the light dusting of hair on his chest.His fingers combed through my hair, gentle and soothing, occasionally working through tangles with careful attention. "I bought the ring before our trip to Greendale," he admitted, the rumble of his voice vibrating against my ear.I nodded.Tears slipped from t