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Call My Mommy

Author: Wealth
last update publish date: 2026-04-27 18:47:02

The first thing I noticed was the ceiling.

It was white. Not a nice white — not like my bedroom ceiling. This white was flat and hard, and the light coming from it didn't have any warmth in it at all. It just pressed down.

I blinked.

My eyes felt thick. Like when you sleep too long and everything takes too much effort.

I blinked again.

There was a sound— a beep that came at even spaces and then sometimes didn't. I listened to it for a while before I understood it was coming from beside me. A ma
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  • HIS FORSAKEN WIFE HIS GREATEST REGRET    We Had A Daughter 

    Roberta's POV "What's mine?" Brett said again.He was still in the doorway. The phone in his hand had gone dark in his grip, forgotten. His eyes were on my face, and whatever he saw there had stopped him from coming any closer too fast.I looked at my own phone. The screen had dimmed, but I knew what was still on it.*99.97%.*"Nothing," I said."Roberta.""It's nothing, Brett." My voice didn't sound like my own. "I just — I said something out loud. To myself. It wasn't—""You said my name. I heard you say something was mine." He stepped into the room slowly, the way you approach something fragile. "You were holding your chest. You looked like the floor had opened under you." He crouched slightly, his eyes level with mine. "Please. Whatever this is — I'm not going to make it worse. I just want to understand."I looked at him.At the genuine, unhurried concern in his face. The same patience he had carried through every hard moment since the hospital. He had never once demanded anythin

  • HIS FORSAKEN WIFE HIS GREATEST REGRET    Probability Of Paternity 

    Roberta's POV He hesitated. I watched him weigh protocol against the look on my face — whatever that look was, it must have carried something because his posture softened slightly."This isn't standard procedure," he said. "Normally, we'd need consent from both parties for a paternity comparison.""Please. I have to bury my daughter, and I can't do it without knowing the truth."He looked at the glass cup. Then at me. Then he picked up his clipboard."I can run it as a private comparison," he said quietly. "Off the books, technically. It'll take two days. I may need you to come back for the results in person — we don't send paternity results electronically.""Two days," I repeated."Two days."I nodded. Signed where he indicated. I watched him bag the glass and labelled it and disappeared through a door I didn't follow him through.The drive back to Brett's house took longer than it should have.I sat at a red light with my hands on the wheel and my eyes on nothing. What have I done

  • HIS FORSAKEN WIFE HIS GREATEST REGRET    There's no turning back now.

    Roberta's POV Then I signed. Not slowly. Not emotionally. Deliberately. The pen scratched against the paper—moving across the line with the weight of a decision that had been building for years and was finally, irrevocably, done.I set the pen down.Desmond took the document. His expression gave nothing away, but there was a faint precision of satisfaction in how he handled the page. "I'll have this filed by the end of the day. Jace will be served within the week."He repacked his briefcase.They shook hands. Then he nodded at me."Take care of yourself, Roberta." I nodded once. Then Brett walked him to the door. I heard low voices in the hallway, the door closing, and then Brett's footsteps coming back.He sat down in the armchair across from me and picked up a glass of whisky that had been sitting on the side table. He turned it in his hand once before he drank.I watched the glass.The mark of his lips on the rim when he lowered it.The thought arrived so quickly and so clearly t

  • HIS FORSAKEN WIFE HIS GREATEST REGRET    He Breathed With Me

    Roberta's POV I lay in the guest room in the early morning and stared at the ceiling and replayed yesterday.Not the pantry. Not Jace's hands on Millie in my kitchen. Not the sounds they made while my daughter was cold somewhere across the city.The hallway.Brett's hand on my wrist. The way he hadn't flinched when I raised my voice at him. The way he had pulled me in without asking and held me without making it into something and breathed with me until I could breathe on my own again.Like he had assessed the situation, my pain and identified a gap, and decided to fill it.I didn't know what to do with a man like that.Eight years of marriage, and I have never seen this side of a man.Brett's voice came from downstairs."Roberta!"I sat up. My heart jumped. Not because something was wrong. Because his voice was warm and tender."Coming!"I also heard another sound— the low sound of him talking to someone, professional and welcoming. I got up and dressed and ran my hands through my h

  • HIS FORSAKEN WIFE HIS GREATEST REGRET    What Comes Next Is Divorce

    Roberta's POV She was only a few feet away now. I could see the determination in her eyes. My hand tightened on the shelf behind me. Please, God. Not like this.Just as Millie reached for the pantry door, Jace’s arm snaked around her waist and yanked her back against him. Hard. Possessive.“Not yet, baby,” he growled, voice dropping into that deep, velvet tone I used to know so well. “Before you redo anything… you’re going to give me something first.”Millie’s breath hitched, but she played along, teasing. “And what’s that?”“You know exactly what.” His mouth was already on her neck, kissing, nipping, backing her up against the very door I hid behind. The wood creaked softly with their weight.Millie let out a breathy laugh that turned into a moan. “You’re so naughty…”“Nolan’s right there,” she whispered, even as her hands fisted in his shirt.“I put on that cartoon he likes. He’s completely zoned out.” Jace’s hands roamed lower, sliding under her dress, palming her breasts with ope

  • HIS FORSAKEN WIFE HIS GREATEST REGRET    What Comes Next Is Divorce

    Roberta's POV She was only a few feet away now. I could see the determination in her eyes. My hand tightened on the shelf behind me. Please, God. Not like this.Just as Millie reached for the pantry door, Jace’s arm snaked around her waist and yanked her back against him. Hard. Possessive.“Not yet, baby,” he growled, voice dropping into that deep, velvet tone I used to know so well. “Before you redo anything… you’re going to give me something first.”Millie’s breath hitched, but she played along, teasing. “And what’s that?”“You know exactly what.” His mouth was already on her neck, kissing, nipping, backing her up against the very door I hid behind. The wood creaked softly with their weight.Millie let out a breathy laugh that turned into a moan. “You’re so naughty…”“Nolan’s right there,” she whispered, even as her hands fisted in his shirt.“I put on that cartoon he likes. He’s completely zoned out.” Jace’s hands roamed lower, sliding under her dress, palming her breasts with ope

  • HIS FORSAKEN WIFE HIS GREATEST REGRET    When Grief Opens a Closet

    Brett's POVShe had wanted a child so badly. The IVF. The months of trying. The ectopic pregnancy that had taken the baby and the tube together and left her smaller somehow, quieter, like something had been turned down inside her. And then she was gone. Just like that.And I was here, in this room

  • HIS FORSAKEN WIFE HIS GREATEST REGRET    His Name Never Left Me

    Roberta's POV The light came in softly through the curtains.I lay still for a moment, the way you do in an unfamiliar room — taking inventory. Ceiling. Window. The particular quiet of a house that isn't yours.Then the sounds from downstairs reached me.Movement. A cabinet closing. The low sound

  • HIS FORSAKEN WIFE HIS GREATEST REGRET    A Daughter Between Two Men

    Roberta's POV We sat quietly for a moment.Then Brett said, almost to himself: "If Millie is Nolan's mother—how did you not know she was pregnant? You were best friends."I hadn't — in everything, in all of it, I hadn't stopped to think about that. The logistics of it. The timeline."She went to I

  • HIS FORSAKEN WIFE HIS GREATEST REGRET    The Road to Revenge

    Roberta's POV He leaned forward in his chair and looked at me."If you want to make them pay for what they did, I'd like to help." he said.I looked at him."I mean it." His voice was quiet but certain. "I didn't ask—""I know." He cut me off. Not harsh. Just firm. "But I'm offering anyway. Let m

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