Jessica's mother, Maisha Osmond, left when Jessica was eight years old. That day was Arya's birthday. Jessica came home happily to prepare for her father's birthday, but what she found were her parents' divorce papers.
In order to chase after her mother, Jessica even fell down the stairs. She did not realize that her shoes had come off her feet. Then she hugged Maisha's legs and kept crying, "Mom, don't go!"
The respectable woman stroked Jessica's soft cheeks while saying, "I'm sorry."
"Mom, I got first place in my class this time. You haven't seen my test paper, it needs to be signed by my parents."
"Mom, don't leave me. I won't be naughty. I promise I won't go to the playground again. I won't make you angry again, I will be obedient. I beg you..."
Jessica expressed her unwillingness with panic. She hoped that the woman would stay. Maisha only told her that her marriage to her father was unhappy and that now she had found her true happiness.
Jessica saw a man she didn't know helping her mother put the suitcase into the car, and then they left hand in hand.
Jessica chased them for hundreds of meters barefoot until she fell heavily to the ground. Her knees and the soles of her feet were injured. Jessica could only helplessly watch the car that she could never catch up with leave.
At that time, she didn't understand. After growing up, she found out that her mother had been caught cheating on her by her father, so her mother immediately filed for divorce and left home without taking any property, including Jessica herself.
Jessica hated her mother very much and had never been in contact with her for more than ten years. Jessica even thought about never seeing her mother again in her life.
However, fate was really ridiculous. In the end, Jessica still had to bow down to her mother.
Jessica's throat seemed to be blocked by something. She stood there without moving at all. Maisha also knew what Jessica was thinking, so she took the initiative to stand up and pull her daughter to sit beside her.
"I know you hate me. At that time, you were still young, many things were not what you thought. Mom couldn't explain it to you."
Maisha reached out and stroked her daughter's face while saying, "My daughter is an adult. Son, Mom will stay here for quite a long time when you return this time. Mom knows something has happened to the Iskandar family. But it's okay, Mom will take good care of you.”
At this moment, Jessica realized that the hatred suddenly felt meaningless when she heard the word "Mom." Jessica called out hesitantly, "Mom."
"Good girl, stay here for dinner. Uncle Calvin has treated Mom very well all this time. He has a daughter who is two years older than you, she will come to dinner with her fiancé soon. Mom will introduce you to each other.”
Jessica had no intention of joining her mother's new family at all, so she hurriedly interrupted, "Mom, I came this time solely because of Dad's problem. You know the Iskandar family has gone bankrupt, and now Dad is having a heart attack. I don't have money for the operation, can you help me? I promise I will return it to you later."
Before answering her, Maisha heard a familiar voice, "Mrs. Jessica is really short of money that she has to come and ask for money at my house, huh?"
Hearing this voice, Jessica looked as if she had been struck by lightning. She stared at the people who had appeared in front of the door at that moment. She really couldn't believe what she saw. Wasn't that Maudy and Kevin?
Fate played a trick on her again, she didn't expect her mother to become Maudy's stepmother!
Her husband and mother had now become her relatives.
Now she happened to be caught red-handed by Maudy and Kevin when she was about to ask her mother for money.
When she looked at Jessica's anxious expression, Kevin remained calm and didn't react at all.
"Uwaa uwaa uwaa ..."
The sound of a baby crying broke the awkward atmosphere. At that moment, Jessica was watching the twin strollers being pushed by the household assistant.
When the babies had just started crying, Kevin had already carried one of them and was skillfully coaxing it.
The warm sight of the family of four felt like a stab to Jessica's eyes. If she were still alive, maybe her child would be as big as them by now.
She began to regret coming here. She felt really ashamed, her heart felt like it was being cut.
Strangely, today the child could not stop crying, even though he had been coaxed in various ways. The housekeeper rushed to get milk, but the child cried even harder.
Kevin patiently coaxed, "My dear child, don't cry anymore, okay?"
The way the tall and handsome man carried the little child was truly heartwarming. He looked gentle and patient until a thought suddenly came to Jessica's mind.
She stood up and took a few steps forward to Kevin, then reached for the child. Strangely, Kevin did not stop her. What was even stranger was that when she carried him, the child stopped crying and instead smiled.
The eyebrows and eyes of the almost one-year-old child looked very beautiful, her pink lips curved upwards. The child laughed while muttering words that were not very clear, "Am ... ma ..."
Her small, white hands gently tried to reach the fur ball on Jessica's hat. The expression on the child's face looked so cheerful. Her charming smile made her face look very similar to Kevin's.
Jessica's heart seemed to have been stabbed by a knife. Her determination seemed to be shattered into pieces.
Jessica was so naive to think that Kevin loved her. Kevin treated her very well during the first year of their marriage.
In a dream in the middle of the night, Kevin disturbed Jessica by muttering softly in her ear, "Jessica, give birth to a child for me."
How could Jessica refuse to give him what he wanted? Even though she had not graduated from college, Jessica was still determined to get pregnant.
At that moment, Jessica realized that during his relationship with her, Kevin often traveled abroad for business. It turned out that every time he went abroad, Kevin also had a relationship with another woman.
Jessica's stomach was churning again. She threw the child to Kevin and then ran straight into the toilet without looking back at all. After that, Jessica locked the toilet door.
She had not eaten anything. All she vomited was a liquid mixed with blood, large clots of bright red blood that seemed to stab her eyes.
Her eyes were glassy and twitching uncontrollably. "Good, very good," he said to himself.
"Our marriage from the start was just a joke!" she exclaimed again in her heart.
What she couldn't understand before, she now had an explanation for, it turned out that everything had been revealed from the start.
Why was it that when they both fell into the water, the person Kevin saved was Maudy? Why was it that when they both had premature births, Kevin accompanied Maudy? Because the child in Maudy's stomach was also Kevin's seed!
After some time, someone knocked on the door.
"Jessica, are you okay?"
Jessica tidied herself up, then washed her face with clean water and came out with staggering steps.
Maisha didn't know about the relationship and conflict between the three of them. She pulled Jessica and asked with concern, "Jessica, are you feeling unwell?"
"I'm just disgusted by seeing those two people, vomiting makes me feel more comfortable," Jessica replied.
"Jessica, do you know Maudy? She's been living abroad all this time. Is there any misunderstanding between you two? This is Kevin..."
Jessica interrupted Maisha's words with a cold voice, "I know Kevin, the president director of Aprilio Group. Who doesn't know him?"
"Yes, Mr. Kevin is young and talented, he has achieved success at such a young age."
"Of course, Mr. Kevin is great. Not even divorced yet, he's already rushing to remarry. How could an ordinary person have the courage like him?"
That sentence confused Maisha. "Jessica, what are you saying? Mr. Kevin isn't even married yet, how could he get a divorce?" Maisha asked.
Jessica smiled mockingly as she said, "If he's not married, then what am I? Mr. Kevin, come tell Mom, what do you think of me as?”
After finishing her water, Jessica returned to the living room to play with Anya. She helped build a little house out of sofa cushions, made a tiny blanket from a handkerchief, and drew windows on paper that they then taped to the sides of the “house.”As midday came and the sun grew hotter, Anya yawned several times. Jessica led her to the bedroom, laying her down in her arms and humming a soft song.Gradually, Anya drifted off to sleep.Jessica stayed there, staring at the plain white ceiling. She felt like the room itself—calm, without unnecessary decorations, but enough.By late afternoon, her phone rang softly. She stepped out of the room so as not to wake Anya. On the screen, Kevin’s name appeared. Jessica stared at it for a few seconds before answering.“Hello?”“Hi, Jess…” Kevin’s voice was cautious. “Can we talk for a bit?”Jessica hesitated. “Now?
Jonas raised his eyebrows. “Well, maybe you don’t know me that well yet.”Jessica laughed softly—a laugh she hadn’t allowed herself to feel freely in a while. It felt good, having that lightness in her again. Free, easy.“Anya,” Jonas called gently as he approached. “Can I sit here?”Anya patted the floor beside her. “Sit here. We’ll build a big bridge.”Jessica smiled. She let Jonas sit and help with the blocks. The three of them formed a small, warm circle. Block by block, color by color, they stacked and arranged. Sometimes it leaned. Sometimes it fell. But they always built it back up together.Before long, Anya began to yawn. She leaned against Jessica’s arm and rubbed her eyes.“Sleepy, sweetheart?” Jessica asked softly.Anya nodded sleepily.Jessica stood, lifting Anya in her arms—her body now heavier, but still
“Auntie, is this a bridge?” she asked, glancing up and pointing at the blocks.Jessica nodded. “Yes, sweetheart. A very beautiful bridge.”Anya giggled, then returned to her task. At the same time, Jessica turned toward the kitchen. She could hear dishes being washed gently, and her father’s breath occasionally shaky with age. Yet, there were no complaints. No angry voices or demands.It had been a long time since Jessica experienced such a peaceful morning.Before, mornings were the most exhausting time: waking up nauseous, hiding the pain, pretending everything was fine. But now, morning had turned into something gentle. She knew her body wasn’t fully healed—there would still be tired days, follow-up visits, and restrictions—but the weight in her chest no longer felt the same.Anya called out again, “Auntie, let’s make a house?”Jessica smiled. “Let’s do it.&rdqu
About half an hour later, Randy emerged from his room, his hair still slightly damp and his shirt a bit wrinkled. “Have you eaten breakfast?”Jessica shook her head. “Not yet, Dad. But Anya’s had her milk.”“Good.” Randy walked to the kitchen, then peeked into the living room. “You look fresher today.”Jessica nodded. “This morning feels lighter.”Randy didn’t say anything else, but the calm smile on his face said it all. He started taking out ingredients for breakfast: eggs, bread, and some leftover stir-fry. Jonas stood up and joined him in the kitchen, as usual offering small help—sometimes accepted, sometimes declined.Jessica remained in the living room, now tidying up Anya’s scattered blocks. Her hands felt stronger today. Her eyes no longer puffy. And for the first time in a long while, she felt not just like she was surviving—but truly living.A
Soon after, Randy came inside, hanging his jacket by the door. “You’ve already cleaned up the kitchen? Looks like I’ve got no chores left today.”Jessica stood and gave her father a quick hug. “It’s team work. This morning, kitchen duty was ours.”Randy smiled and kissed his daughter’s head. “You look fresher this morning.”Jessica nodded. “I do feel better, Dad.”The three of them sat at the dining table, sipping tea and nibbling on biscuits. There were no heavy conversations—just light chatter about blooming flowers in the garden and the neighbor who recently replaced their fence. Jessica listened patiently. She had a quiet desire to capture this morning in her memory. A peaceful morning, without pressure, without big decisions. Just love, in its simplest form.After a while, Jonas glanced at his watch. “I need to head to the hospital—one of my patients need
Jessica nodded. “I know. But… I’m scared. Scared this happiness might not be real. Scared I’m hoping too much.”“That just means you’re human,” Randy replied calmly. “All you need is one thing: allow yourself to believe. Just a little. A little is enough to take the next step.”Jessica gave a faint smile. “I want to believe, Dad.”Randy took her hand—warm and steady. “You’ve come this far. That’s more than enough for today.”The front door creaked open. Anya toddled over in her elephant-print pajamas, slightly loose-fitting. “Auntieee! Hug!”Jessica laughed—finally, a light, genuine laugh—and opened her arms wide. “Come here, sweetheart…”Anya jumped into her lap, nestling her face into Jessica’s chest, then whispered, “Auntie’s all better now?”Jessica kissed the top