BEATRICE:When I returned, Drake and Grayson seemed like they were waiting for me. The television was still on. It was only then that I realized that Christina was also sitting beside them. But a little farther away from Drake. Whenever my son was not watching, Christina would occasionally glare at the man. “Mommy! Did they leave, Mommy?”“Yes, Grayson.”“When will Cassy be back? I miss her already, Mommy. I did not have the chance to play with her.”“You will have the chance to play with her soon. When they returned.”“They will return right?”I would be happy if they returned since I badly needed cash right now. And speaking of money, I still haven't checked my account how much Jamie had wired. “Maybe…. I don't have any idea. It's Aunt Jamie's decision. Are you going now, Christina?”She folded her arms in front of her chest. “I should be going now. My husband is waiting for me. But…” she trailed off. There was hesitation in her eyes. It was because of Drake. She did not want to
BEATRICE:What the heck was happening to me? Just because I saw my ex-husbands naked at the top did not mean I would become a pervert! That was utterly disgusting! Since when was I lusting over a man’s body?Since you saw your husband. No. Ex-husband. You were always infatuated with his body when you were married. You know? The one-sided love? I mentally shook my head, not liking how I was appreciating him at a time like this. Regardless of whether we had some sort of past or not, it did not mean I was free to ogle at his naked body. What would he think? That I was still affected by him? I did not want him to think as if there was still space for him in my heart. Damn.However, regardless of how much I tried to wretch my eyes away from him, it would always return to him. Like what the…This was unforgivable. And I was certain Christina would also not forgive me if she found out that I was acting like this towards my ex-husband."Mommy! See? I am done taking a bath!" Grayson announce
BEATRICE:Those words were lies. I knew them in my chest, but why did my heart flutter hearing those words coming from his mouth?Why did he have to say that kind of bullshit just to make me believe that he truly wanted it to happen? There was no truth in his words. Only lies and false promises. "Mommy, I want to stay at Mr. Drake's side forever," Grayson announced as he pulled our hands and touched them. “I want him to be my Daddy. Is that possible, Mommy?”My lips parted as tiny bolts of electricity flowed between us. I was about to pull my hands away, but Grayson kept on holding them. His hands were much smaller compared to us, but how could those frail hands be the reason why my heart hammered like this?"Grayson, what about your real Dad?" I asked. "Don't you want him too?""Daddy never plays with me. Mr. Drake did. So, I would prefer Mr. Drake over Daddy."Drake and I stared at each other before my gaze returned to my son. "What if Daddy was only busy?" I asked. “Like Mommy.”
BEATRICE:My body was sore, and my eyes felt like they would be going to close any moment now. I failed to sleep right away last night. There were a lot of things going on in my mind that night and, in fact, until now. I had just walked Grayson to his school and thankfully did not find Drake there or anywhere in the school. I hoped it was because he realized his presence was no longer needed in this family. I have no part-time job right now. Tomorrow, I have to look for another one. Bills continued coming as well as the expenses. I need to work and work. But for now, I had to rest or maybe sleep for an hour. Sauntering towards the living room, I scanned the surroundings first for any dirt, found none, threw the keys on the floor, and was about to sit on the couch, when the doorbell rang. A scowl formed on my forehead. The doorbell continued to ring when I did not move. My brows furrowed. Who could that be? I was not expecting any visitors. Except for your ex-husband? the othe
BEATRICE:My face flushed at Christina's question. What the heck was she asking like that? And above all, why did it have to be Drake’s dick? Oh, great. The two words were a rhyme now. “You're blushing, Beatrice.” She wiggled her eyebrows. “Don't tell me…this is huge? Did you touch it a couple of times? Like it? I bet you like the texture,” she continued as if her mouth had no filter anymore. If I could see myself now, I would surely look like a red tomato. Fanning myself I declared, "Are you a pervert? Stop saying that kind of nonsense.""It's not nonsense, okay? Does my question make you remember something, huh?” she teased. “I bet he is huge given how you continued to cling like that to your ex-husband. Were you always satisfied in bed?”Would the ground swallow me right now? My heart could no longer take her questions. “S-stop it! This is no longer funny.”She burst out laughing. “You should have seen your face, Beatrice. I know you still miss the sex. It's normal. Don't you t
BEATRICE:Pain crossed Christina’s face and for a moment, I was tempted to take back my words. I didn't mean to hurt her feelings or anything like that. I understand she wanted me to have a companion who would serve as my kid’s father figure. Who would be with me through thick and thin, and who would never leave me at all? “Hey. Watch your mouth. You might be my best friend, but that does not mean you have the right to judge me. Besides, not all the men I met meant that something already happened between us. It was not always like that if I was fat.” The pain was evident in her voice.“You are no longer fat and even if you are, I still love you. Nothing will change that.”My words did not console her at all. Christina’s lips pressed in a thin line. “Nothing happened between me and Josh. I am not cheating on your brother and it won’t even happen. Ever. I’m scared of him. I don’t want him to leave me, okay? So you better stop saying nonsense because I did not like any of that. I loved
BEATRICE:Something flashed in my ex-husband's eyes before it disappeared completely. What was that? I did not know. My eyes darted to what he was holding— a bouquet and chocolates too. My favorite brand of chocolate. Did he still remember what I wanted? Seeing what I was looking for, he extended his hand and gave it to me. "For you, Beatrice. I did not know Christina was here. If I did, I should have brought two bouquets. I hope you like it."Just as I was about to accept it, Christina said, "She won't be receiving anything from you. Besides, she's allergic to flowers."Since when did I have an allergy again? I wanted to eat the chocolates. At least I would get the chocolates. "She accepted my flowers before," Drake commented. "She doesn't have any allergy at all, Christina. Stop making up things for Beatrice." "Yesterday and today are entirely two different things. She had developed a few allergies. But if you really wanted to express your feelings and don't believe me at all,
DRAKE:She was walking away. No. Driving away without me saying anything just to stop my ex-wife on her date while Christina was so happy for sending her off. No matter how much I forced myself to open my mouth, I could not do it. What right did I have when I hurt her in the past? I balled my palms into a fist. I wished...I could do something. I wished I could say something to make Beatrice change her mind. I did not want her to go. I did not want her to meet that Josh. What would happen to the complete family I envisioned? What would our son feel? With a new man in her life, where would that put me?It was your fault in the beginning, the other part of my mind said. If you only did not hurt her. If you only did not divorce her...then. Just the thought of that bastard touching her skin was enough to make my blood boil in anger. No one was allowed to touch her. I froze at the thought. Why is that? Did you personally put jibs on her? What was this intense jealousy I felt toward t