Chapter 5

When I came out of the bathroom, I found Nathan Arnault lounging on the couch, casually spinning my phone in his hand.

"Guess who just called you."

I looked at him in confusion. "My parents?"

Nathan gave me a mischievous grin. "That ex of yours."

That was when I realized he was jealous.

I immediately softened my voice and reassured him, "Jonathan and I haven't been in touch for ages. Besides, I'm already your wife, so don't be upset."

The word "wife" clearly pleased him, and he couldn't keep the smile from spreading across his face.

"How can I call myself your husband when I haven't even met your parents?"

I hesitated. "You want to meet them now?"

Nathan nodded solemnly. "What? Are you embarrassed to introduce me to them?"

Of course not!

Nathan was the perfect man, both in terms of his looks and his family background. If anything, I felt like I was the lucky one in our relationship.

It was just that…

I rubbed my nose awkwardly.

"Everything happened so suddenly that I haven't even had time to tell my parents that the wedding with Jonathan is off. If I show up with you, they'll probably have a heart attack."

When Jonathan first suggested having a baby with Isabelle, I'd only been angry. It wasn't until I saw her prenatal examination report that I'd finally given up on him for good.

Nathan immediately put on a wounded expression.

"Are you planning to keep me a secret for the rest of my life? That's pretty cruel, don't you think?"

He even pretended to sniffle as he spoke, looking so pitiful that I couldn't take it anymore.

I shrugged helplessly. "Fine, you win. Can I at least call them first?"

Nathan immediately dropped the act, his eyes lighting up. "Of course! Come here, honey. Let me give you a shoulder massage.

"Oh, and what should I bring them? What do your parents like? Do you think they'll like me? What do they do for fun? Is there anything I should know before meeting them?"

His endless questions made me laugh.

"Relax. My parents aren't going to eat you alive. Besides, I'll be right there with you. You have nothing to worry about."

Despite my reassurance, Nathan was still nervous enough to pace back and forth on the balcony, rehearsing what he was going to say when he met my parents in a few days.

After sending Mom and Dad a message, I noticed that I had more than 99 unread messages on my phone.

I frowned and opened them.

Sure enough, they were all from Jonathan.

"Who the fuck was that man who answered your phone? Are you cheating on me? Have you lost your damn mind?"

When I didn't reply, he became even more furious.

"No other man would ever want you! You'd better get your ass back here and apologize!"

"And who the hell gave you the right to cancel my bank cards? Isabelle needs money for her prenatal appointments! Don't you understand that? Get them working again!"

Jonathan was genuinely panicking.

After all, no matter how badly we'd fought in the past, there had never been another man involved in our relationship.

This time, I'd been ignoring him for several days, and everything suggested that I was serious about ending things rather than simply throwing a tantrum.

He had also grown so accustomed to living off my money over the years that he couldn't manage without my financial support.

Jonathan kept sending me insulting messages, desperately trying to provoke a response.

Meanwhile, I was thoroughly fed up with him. I couldn't understand how I'd ever been so blind as to fall for a man like that.

After blocking him, I took a photo of our new marriage certificate and posted it on Instagram with a caption, "Here's to the rest of our lives together, Mr. Arnault."