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- Jessiah (new) -
"Sorry. I think you got the wrong number. Please stop texting and calling this number."
Received 21:27Wrong number? Sorry wrong number?
Seriously? That's the best she could do?
Pure annoyance boomeranged in his aching head as he stared at the thin white letters on the screen, glaring at the steaming pile of bullshit he just read.
"You've gotta be kiddin' me..." Jenson muttered under his breath. He shook his head weakly, restraining himself from hurling the useless phone onto the ground till it split into pieces.
For hours on end, he waited and waited. Not even a single text from her.
Until now. And a stupid lie was all she had to say? After all this time?
×"Why didn't you tell me?""What for?" What for? Was the man serious? Jenson swore inwardly while gripping the phone, his breaths already ragged from the onslaught of lurid thoughts that consumed his attention. For hours, he had been waiting for the man to return his calls so they could talk. Discuss some longstanding glaring issues.It seemed his uncle simply didn't give a shit about anyone else's feelings. Not atypical for a man of his stature. But for something this serious and life-changing, everything about it should be an exception.Awkward silence filled the line before Magnus let out a long sigh on the other end, seeming tepid and inconvenienced by the subject altogether. "It's not my fault she didn't want a future with you. And still doesn't, apparently.""Because you told her to leave! And you made her sign a contract? The heck?" "No need to scream your guts out. I can hear you perfectly fine."Jenson kept his eyes shut and clenched his jaw, his breaths turning noisy, his
×Cry. Regret things. Blame herself. Recall the good and fun times. The memories they made. Feel sorry for him and herself. Regret how it ended. Then cry her eyes out all over again...The stupid cycle went on and on, keeping her locked up in her room, just depleting what's left of her will and energy. Then the the doorbell rang. The low-pitched, almost ominous noise echoed around the house. lt broke off the tense silence around her. But maybe it was just her who felt tense.That confident, determined look on his face just..."Shit." Why now? Why did he have to be here? How long had he been waiting out there? In the dark. By himself. And for what? For her to change her mind? When he rang the doorbell again, Jessi froze on the floor. Her mind switched back to full alert, her ragged breaths put on pause. The nerve-wracking thoughts in her foggy head wrenched tight knots of anxiety inside of her, making her forget about sleep and her exhaustion. Her face and nightdress both felt dam
× Game over. White flag. The show's done.He already knew the things she did to hide her biggest secret from him and everyone else. Secrets, to be precise. But the optimist idealist in her just wouldn't give up.Perhaps she could still convince him it wasn't the whole truth. If she tried hard enough, her backup lie might just work. Then he would finally leave her alone, and he would no longer want to take her babies away.Emerie and Reign would stay with her and her parents, living with her until they grew up. No visitation spats. No lawyers. No custody battle. No fuss.“They're not yours. And I'm married.” Jessi showed off the ring on her left hand before turning her back to him, holding in the tears he need not see. “Please just go home.”Before he could say anything in response, she grabbed the door handle and rushed out of t
× “Morning.” Jessi put on a smile as she watched the sweater-clad guy carrying the snoring little boy with remarkable ease. It didn't look like it was his first time holding a baby. “Morning,” Jenson greeted back with an ear-to-ear grin, almost whispering like her. While holding their sleeping son in his arms, he cautiously approached the front door, slightly swaying as if he was rocking the baby to sleep. Her smile grew wider. Her heart swelled. She almost got teary-eyed just looking at the two. First time seeing them together, but everything about it just felt innate. Just heartwarming. Reign didn't even budge when Jenson picked him up from the couch. The child was such a heavy-sleeper like her. His sister was the total opposite, though. Jenson stepped forward. “Ready to go?” “Yeah.” With Emerie in her arms, Jessi stepped closer to the father-and-son duo, keeping her voice down and her movements minimal, like Jenson. It was only nine in the morning. Reign fell asleep again mi
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× $1,208.75 No more, no less. Those were the numbers her bank account displayed on her phone screen all day long. It was her only bank account, too. So, it was the only savings account she had been maintaining for about ten years now. "Patience, Jess. It'll work out. Just trust the process..." Jessiah mumbled the words as she stared at her phone screen, trying not to frown. She had been waiting for the figures to change all week. Frankly she was praying every day and every night for some money to come in after that two-day modeling stint she just finished and worked for last week.
× She was done. Absolutely done. Done with anxiety-laden days and nights... Done with two whole years of high-functioning depression... And done feeling like she was meandering purposelessness on two legs. Those days were over. She was on a different path now. Well, too early to call it, since it was merely an initial interview for now. But her optimism was just through the roof these past few days. She had bought herself a plane ticket, packed up practically all she needed to start her new city life, and she already let her parents know she was moving away and getting a new job in Los Angeles. The city of angels... Jessi could still recall her mother's tearful advice over the phone yesterday. Her mom was just the sweetest. Supportive no matter what, but just a worrier and too sentimental sometimes. "It's gonna be a rough couple of months, but...I'm happy for you, baby." Her mother was holding back another sob at that point. "If you need anything, some cash for rent, just text
× Los Angeles, California × New season. New goals. New problems. Translation: more workload and stress for them all year. To his dismay, it was just the reality for a busy man like him. He asked for it, though. Ever since he learned how cruel life could be for a piss-poor nobody, he'd been dreaming of having a moneymaking career like this. A decent livelihood. A real job that made people respect him for his work and commitment. "Suck it up and do your best. Do I need to remind you everyone's counting on you?" his uncle would say if he was in a chatty mood. Jenson let out a sigh and flumped down in his swivel chair, tuning out the voices he didn't need to listen to right now. He stared at the dark and empty cubicles outside the huge glass dividers. The workstations were designated for their staff—20 or so on this floor. Unlike him, they all lined up in front of the elevator once the clock struck five. He wished they didn't act like so, but, the management never really encouraged t