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BEATRICE:I hated Drake. I even vowed not to be friends again with him. Was I partly to be blamed if I could not stop myself from getting angry at my ex-husband after everything he did in the past?You cannot blame the child for asking. He did not know what happened between you and Drake. If you want him to understand, why don't you tell him the truth that the man whom you are with is his Dad?Grayson tugged my hand. "Mommy?"I locked gazes with Drake, and there was no fury in his eyes; instead, there was shame. He knew that he was to be blamed for everything that happened. He could not force me to tell Grayson the truth. "I'm not angry, Grayson. Mommy is just tired today.”His eyes softened, understanding evident in his eyes. My son had already matured and in a couple of years, someone would be protecting me from assholes. "You may take a rest when we reach the house, Mommy. I will clean the house for you, okay? Cassy and I will play so that you may rest. You see, Mommy? You're a
THE UNWANTED EX-HUSBAND [19]
BEATRICE:Of course, it was meant to be a joke, stated in a serious tone, but the way I see it, Drake was buying my statement. His face darkened which I had a fun time watching. On a serious note, why was he angry when it was clear he gave all those assets to me? Was it because he did not expect I was capable of wasting his money on other men aside from him? “Don’t joke like that,” Drake stated.I snorted. “Am I? What if I am telling the truth? Would you get mad at me for spending your money on men you don't even know?”He heaved a long sigh. “It was a conjugal property, Beatrice. I also said that you are free to sell those properties if you want,” he declared through gritted teeth. “Though, I did not like what I heard. Those men…those assholes were only after your money.”I scoffed. “I’m glad you remembered them. Whatever happened, you don’t have any say in them anyway.”He opened his mouth but closed it again.“Beatrice…” He was buying my statement? “Those properties cost a few
THE UNWANTED EX-HUSBAND [20]
BEATRICE:"Tell me that you're lying, Beatrice.""I am not lying, Christina. You can see it for yourself. My ex-husband is here and I need you to be here to guard the kids while we buy groceries.""What. The. I thought we talked about this?”I chewed on my bottom lips. “We did, but—”“Don't tell me he is paying for the groceries.""He will," I mumbled. "Why? Why? I can pay for it! As long as you don't accept that jerk's money."She had the money to do so, but how could I tell her that I was already embarrassed as I continued accepting her help? If you're that shy, what difference did it have with your ex-husband? The difference was that this was my first time accepting his offer. The first and the last. Which I hoped I would be doing. "I already accepted it." And I could save a lot. Just this once. I did not have any choice but to accept his money. I heard her mutter endless curses that I felt made my ear bleed. I could not blame her. She was the one who had witnessed how I suffe
THE UNWANTED EX-HUSBAND [21]
BEATRICE:"You've been sighing a lot, Beatrice. Did Christina's statement bother you?" Drake asked as he drove me off towards the grocery store. It was only a couple of fifteen minutes away from my apartment. Sometimes, I would usually take a taxi, and sometimes, Christina would drop me off so that I could save time. Of course, everything happened behind my brother's back.I threw my gaze at the mirror and sighed again. "Did you know what she said?"He shook his head. "I did not. She whispered it to you. May I know what she whispered? It sure drags your energy away.""It does not concern you, Drake," I lied.How could I fall for this jerk again? I was not that foolish. Loving someone for the second time even knowing that he would leave me in the end? No, thank you. I would rather be alone with my son than be with a man who would only stress me out. "Sorry if I pry, Beatrice. It only bothered me that you've been affected that much."Clenching my fist, I stated, "This will be the last
THE UNWANTED EX-HUSBAND [22]
BEATRICE:I chuckled. He was always like that. Always telling me that he missed me. Every time we saw each other. It had been what? A couple of years since we met. When Grayson was only a year old, I was able to have a part-time job in this grocery store for a week and then resigned after Grayson became sick."Oh, come on," I declared and engulfed him with a hug. He smelt of the burning sun, but I did not care about anything at all. Zack was the most responsible man I ever knew. We broke away and his gaze darted to the car where I came from. "You have a boyfriend?""Oh, no, no, no," I retorted automatically. "That's not my boyfriend at all. I don't have the time for that. My focus is on my child." He pulled out his hat from his head and used it as a fan. "You mean to say I still have the chance?" he said, grinning from ear to ear. This man was so open to saying he liked me, despite me having a child. He added that he accepted my child and would love him like how he loved me. I did
THE UNWANTED EX-HUSBAND [23]
BEATRICE:My ex-husband heaved a long sigh, and said, "It was nothing, Beatrice. Forget it."Forget it? How could I do that? How could I forget something like that? Whatever he was acting was not something that I could just forget right now, since it made me hopeful that maybe…just maybe my ex-husband had an inkling of feelings for me. I was pathetic, right? Couldn’t I learn from my past? "You're getting annoying, you know that?" I asked. “No. Just popping into our lives after five years made you already irritated.”“I’m sorry, Beatrice.”“You should be. You’re making my life very stressful now.” Something flashed in his eyes in the mirror, which easily disappeared before I could decipher what it was. "But since we're already talking about that, let me remind you that you don't have anything to be jealous or angry about.""I'm not jealous," he muttered under his breath. "I mean why would I be jealous? I don't feel anything about that, Beatrice. You are free to do whatever you want
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BEATRICE:Christina had been nudging me now and then while watching Grayson and Drake playing in the living room. The kitchen and living room were adjacent to each other and I could see what the two were up to. Baby Cassandra was still sleeping on the bed and Jamie had already told me that she would be arriving any minute from now. "What?" I asked, tasting the dish that I had cooked. It was garlic sesame chicken. Due to limited time, that was the only thing that I was able to cook, and some roasted potatoes and carrots. “You’ve been acting weird since we started cooking, Christina.”“You call me weird? If someone is acting weird like now, it would be you, Woman. How could this be okay with you?” she asked in disbelief. “How could you invite your ex-husband into your own apartment as if there is nothing wrong? As if you’re not mad at him?My brows furrowed while I wiped my hands in my apron.“Don’t think this is fine with me, because this is not.” But there was Grayson. My son was ha
THE UNWANTED EX-HUSBAND [25]
BEATRICE:I cleared my throat when Drake gave me a hopeful look as if silently telling me to tell Grayson the truth.I was still thinking about that. Pulling my son into the chair, I said, “Why do you like him to be your dad?"Grayson kicked his legs under the table, the smile slowly spreading across his face. "Mister Drake is funny, Mommy. He always makes me smile. He plays with me, too. My classmates would ask if he was my dad because we have the same hair color."“Those were not enough to make him your Dad, okay?”"I play with you, too, Grayson. Am I not enough?""You're always busy, Mommy. Sometimes, you are tired and I did not want you to get tired."The smile vanished from my face. He could see that? I was trying my best to play with him and gave him a lot of time. I did not want him to feel alone. My chest tightened as my tears simmered with tears. I felt like a bad Mom."No, baby. Mommy will always have some time for you. If you want to play with me, you get to tell me, okay
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