Different Jasper

BMOM ➭ 003

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ARYM ZCHRYNNE “MaiMai” –

“Feel at home, wife. Everything here is yours too.”

Sir Jasper—well, my husband now—is such a flirt. It still feels awkward calling my boss “my husband.”

I couldn’t do anything when Jasper insisted on taking me to his home. I guess I really have to accept that I got married out of the blue. Ugh, it hasn’t even been a month since my breakup, and now I suddenly have a husband. Cheers to alcohol.

Before I agreed to go with him, we made a deal: we’d try living together and fulfilling our responsibilities as husband and wife for one year. If no love or child came out of it, he’d file for annulment and we’d go our separate ways like strangers.

Our months together have been peaceful enough. Though sometimes, I catch Jasper staring longingly at a photo of his ex-girlfriend. I can still see the sadness and regret in his eyes.

I’ll admit—I’ve grown to love him. I keep wishing he’d learn to love me too, so we wouldn’t have to part ways. I don’t want to force him to love me, so I just do everything I can—even if it means being his slave in bed whenever he’s hurting and haunted by memories of his past love.

People around us know about our situation, so we sometimes become the subject of teasing.

“Ugh! What is this? My stomach feels so sour!” I blurted out, feeling dizzy and nauseous. I rushed to the bathroom to throw up, but barely anything came out. I felt so weak.

“It’s already six in the morning and my husband still isn’t home?” I asked myself. After washing my face and brushing my teeth, I checked my phone for any messages or missed calls from Jasper. Nothing. I was disappointed. I figured he probably spent the night drinking again—probably because of his ex.

Someone told me that last month, they saw Jasper begging Yasmine, his ex-girlfriend, to talk to him. Since then, he’s often come home drunk. Sometimes, like today, he doesn’t come home at all. When he does, he just showers, drinks coffee, and leaves again. He never even touches the breakfast I prepare for him. Eventually, I lose my appetite too and head to work without eating. I can’t even remember the last time we had a proper conversation—it feels like it’s been ages.

I try to ignore the pain in my heart. I remind myself that he’s still married to me. I’m still the legal wife. And besides, his ex is already married to his older brother.

I didn’t wait for Jasper to come home. I just got myself ready for work. I didn’t bother cooking either—I had no appetite, and I was sure he wouldn’t eat anyway.

While at the office, I decided to ask for medicine at the clinic for my stomach. I also had my blood pressure checked because of the frequent dizziness.

“Your blood pressure is low, ma’am. Do you often stay up late?” the nurse asked as she removed the cuff.

“Not really. I get enough sleep. In fact, I often feel sleepy even after more than eight hours of rest.”

“Do you feel anything else besides dizziness?”

“My stomach often feels sour, and I end up vomiting.”

“Hmmm… I’m guessing this usually happens in the morning?”

“Yes, you’re right. I woke up feeling sick.”

The nurse nodded.

“Ma’am MaiMai, when was your last menstruation?” I paused, trying to remember.

“Uh… maybe two months ago? I’m not sure.” My eyes widened at the thought—I might be pregnant.

The nurse and I locked eyes as she smiled at me.

“Based on everything you’ve said, I suggest you take a pregnancy test. Whatever the result, you should see a doctor.”

I felt a rush of excitement. I didn’t wait any longer—I took a half-day off so I could still catch an open clinic. I hoped this was the answer that would keep my husband and me from separating. Perfect timing too—our first wedding anniversary is next week. I planned to surprise him if the result was positive.

“Congratulations, Mrs. Smith! You’re eight weeks pregnant.”

It sounded so beautiful. I felt like I was floating in the clouds from sheer joy.

After the check-up, I went straight to the mall to browse maternity clothes and baby items. I didn’t plan to buy anything yet—I was just excited. I lost track of time and ended up staying out until evening.

Even when I got home, I was still smiling. It felt amazing to know there was life growing inside me.

“Where have you been?” my husband asked seriously. His aura scared me.

“Uh… just at the mall, hon.”

“You took a half-day off just to go to the mall? Were you meeting your other man?” he asked angrily.

“What are you talking about? I don’t have another man, Jasper. I wasn’t feeling well earlier, so I was going to head home. Then I remembered I had something to check.”

I answered calmly. I didn’t want to ruin my happy mood.

“That’s bullshit! You had something to check and it took you all day? Just admit it—you’re seeing someone else!”

“Ouch! What the hell?! Let go of me! You’re hurting me!”

“You’ll really get hurt if I catch you fooling around. Got it?”

Jasper’s grip on my jaw and arm was painful. I couldn’t believe he could hurt me like this over a misunderstanding.

He shoved me away, and I fell onto the sofa.

“Fck! Bullsht!” he cursed as he stormed out of the house. I heard the car engine roar.

I stared blankly, tears streaming down my face. I couldn’t believe what had just happened.

“What happened? Why did Jasper seem like a completely different person?”

My arm was red from where he had gripped me tightly. I placed my hand over my two-month-old belly.

“Let’s just forgive your daddy, baby. He’s probably tired from work. He doesn’t know you’re in mommy’s tummy yet—that’s why he acted that way. I’m sure he didn’t mean it.”

Yes… that’s right. He didn’t mean it.