Jessica stood looking at the positive sign on the pregnancy test kit. She wondered how her own husband could chase her out of her matrimonial home to bring in another woman. His actions had always shown that he felt nothing for her but this felt like a dagger being pierced into her heart.
Filled with rage, Jessica decided to not involve Ethan in the life of their child. She wasn’t going to tell him he was going to be a father now. He had finally lost and she was finally done fighting for a lost cause. Sticks and stones really couldn’t break her bones but Ethan’s words cut deeper than any weapon on earth. How could someone be so cruel? Why? What else was he searching for? These questions ran through Jessica’s mind as she wiped the tears from her eyes. Jessica had always desired to be loved by Ethan but there she was, standing in the living room like a woman from the streets. Scattered hair, rumpled clothes and a broken heart courtesy of her first love. It had finally dawned on her that she was just a waste of Ethan’s time. “Sorry ma’am, do you need help?.” asked one of maids. “Ugh don’t worry about me. I just got emotional for a few minutes. You can return back to your duty post now.” Jessica said realizing how scary she must have looked. Ethan had made her the most pathetic woman on earth and she deserved it for not ending things when she should have. Jessica quickly returned to the bedroom and thrashed the pregnancy kit immediately. It was now the reason for pain because the news of Olivia’s pregnancy wouldn’t have hurt as much if she wasn’t also pregnant. As Jessica moved around in their bedroom, she got a reflection of herself in a mirror and was disgusted at what a man had made her become. “Jessica Johnson, you were a two time winner of the Most Beautiful Girl in LA award. Now look at you, gosh!” She couldn’t believe that the once beautiful brunette with the figure of an A****n now looked like a sad witch. She stood asking herself questions like “Would I love me like this?” just to see things from Ethan’s point of view. She recounted her high school days where she was one of the hottest girls to walk into the school’s gates every day. Her figure brought her the most attention as no guy would walk past without being in awe at the angel that he had seen. She had suitors lining up to propose to her in college but she had only one man in her heart. Where was he now? Well, she was done feeling and looking this way. She was born into a family that was just as wealthy as the Mitchell’s so why stay here and sulk over a man that was helping his side piece move into their matrimonial home. All she had to do was return back to the home where she was loved and received whatever she wanted. She began packing her things into bags as she also was done with this marriage. How could a grown lady with a master’s degree be used like a little child?. But she stumbled on their wedding photo on her makeup stand and couldn’t believe how never noticed the emptiness on Ethan’s face in that photo. He looked like he had been sentenced to life long prison sentence and she was his over joyous prison roommate. Jessica realized that she may actually be the villain in Ethan’s story. She began to think of ways that Ethan would have been happier if she had just stopped butting into his life. She was the poison of his youth, the reason no one ever saw him with a smile on his face. Finally he had found a means to escape from her evil clutches and he was running towards it as fast as he could. She slammed the photo on its face and called the butler to come take her bags to the car. She turned behind for a moment, taking one finally look at their bedroom where she thought they would share the best of memories. Now five years had gone and she was sadder than ever. “Where are we heading to, ma’am?” her butler asked with her boxes lifted up in both arms. “Take me home, Jameson. Home.” • • “Quickly, eat something Jess. You look like you’ve been on a fast.” Jessica’s mother exclaimed at the sight of her daughter. It had been three days since Ethan sent Jessica packing and now she back to her parents being forced to eat on a daily. They were both appalled at the sight of their own daughter after what they saw upon her return. They hated Ethan for this, because they had given the responsibility of taking care of their daughter to him. Jessica smiled as she watched mother stuff her mouth full with food. She hadn’t felt this much love for a while and was happy to be here. “Thank you mum for always being there for me whenever I come running.” Jessica said as a tear ran down her eye. “That’s why we are your parents. Of course we’d always be there you whenever you need us.” Janet reassured her daughter as she wiped the tear on her face with a finger prompting her to eat more. “Do you mind if I move back home until the divorce documents are ready?.” Jessica asked her mum with a sad look on her face as she recalled everything that had happened in the past few days. “Yes Jess. You can stay as long as you like.” Her mum answered with a big smile on her face causing Jessica to also smile. “Thank you so much, mum. I love you.” Janet had always loved Jessica as she was her only child. She was willing and able to do anything for her daughter’s happiness, no matter the cost. There was hardly a moment of Jessica’s life that Roslyn wasn’t present for her daughter but she made sure she never over pampered her and disciplined whenever she needed to. Jessica’s father had to beg his wife to not move into his daughter’s matrimonial home because he knew how much she had for their child. This didn’t stop Roslyn from checking up on her daughter regularly. After breakfast, Jessica returned back to her childhood bedroom to finish unpacking when she received a notification on her smartphone. It was photo of Olivia and Ethan that was sent from a friend but this time, Olivia had a wedding ring on her finger. He hadn’t even sent over the divorce documents and he was engaged to another woman. She had made the right move of not telling him of their child, this man wasn’t fit to be the father to her child. “This is it I guess. It’s me and you against the world.” Jessica said rubbing her belly and talking to her child with her a smile on her face as she discarded every thought of Ethan in her head.The evening light slanted through the half-drawn curtains, drawing gold lines across Jessica’s bedroom wall. She sat on the edge of her bed, the cream envelope resting heavy on her lap like a decision she didn’t want to make. Her thumb kept tracing the raised letters of the Mitchell name, over and over, until the motion felt like punishment.The door creaked softly. Janet, her mother, stepped in, her voice low. “Still thinking about it?”Jessica didn’t look up. “Thinking, regretting, overthinking. It’s one of them or maybe all?”Janet smiled faintly and sat beside her, the mattress dipping slightly. “You’ve been staring at that thing for almost an hour.”Jessica sighed, setting the envelope aside. “I’m scared, Mom.”“Of what?” Janet asked gently.“Not the trip,” Jessica said in a quiet voice. “Of what it means if I say yes.” She picked at the corner of the envelope. “Every time I start trusting him again, he proves and gives me reasons why I shouldn’t.”Janet watched her daugh
The hum of orchestral music filled the air in Jessica’s studio, was alive with colour, bolts of silk spilling over tables, the scent of fabric glue and coffee blending in the air. She leaned over her sketchpad, pencil gliding quickly as she murmured to her assistant, “Tell Maya to adjust the hemline by half an inch on this dress.”A knock followed almost instantly.“Ma’am,” her assistant said from the doorway, slightly breathless. “There’s a man here. He says his name is Mr Ethan Mitchell, and he is here to see you.”Jessica froze. Her pencil paused mid-stroke. “Did you say...?”“Yes, ma’am. Mr Mitchell.”A dozen emotions formed in her chest. “Goddamn it. Send him in,” she muttered, her tone cool, clipped.Ethan stepped inside, looking oddly out of place among all the pastels and chiffon hanging around. His suit was dark, his presence heavier than the air itself. “This is a nice setup, Griselda.” he mocked, scanning the mannequins and the photos pinned to the mood board. “You’ve
The morning air was cold enough to sting. Dew clung to the windshield as Ethan parked across from the Johnson residence, his engine ticking softly in the silence. Avery’s doll, with its frayed yarn hair, was beside him on the passenger seat like a silent witness.He turned it over in his hands, thumb brushing the crooked smile stitched across its face. “You really forgot your favourite doll, kiddo.”For a moment, he just sat there, gripping the steering wheel as he prepared to go in. Every instinct told him to leave it with the guard, to avoid another confrontation now that Jessica’s parents were home. He exhaled, grabbed the doll, and stepped out. The gravel crunched under his shoes.When he knocked, the door opened not to Jessica, but Joseph.Jessica’s father filled the doorway in a dark sweater, his silver hair well-combed out. His expression was unreadable, but his eyes were sharp enough to cut glass.Ethan forced a polite smile. “Good morning, Mr Johnson.” He held up the
The buzzing of voices in the auditorium dropped as the principal stepped back up to the microphone. “Parents, teachers, and students,” he announced, his voice echoing through the hall, “thank you all for your hard work and creativity. Today has been extraordinary. But as with every competition, there can only be one winner.”The audience leaned forward in anticipation. Jessica straightened in her seat, her hands folded tightly in her lap. Beside her, Janet dabbed her eyes with a tissue, while Joseph’s arm rested protectively across the back of his wife’s chair. Ethan sat at the edge of his seat, his hands clasped together, every muscle in his body tensed as if he were the one being judged.“Third runner-up…” the principal read, pausing for effect. Cheers rose from the crowd as a small boy trotted on stage to collect his ribbon. Then came the announcement for second runner-up, and another child beamed proudly as applause filled the air.Jessica’s breath caught. Her eyes darted towar
Ethan picked up and lifted Avery high into the air, spinning her once as her giggles rang through the school yard. Her glittery face shone bright in the sunlight, little stars pasted carefully on her cheeks, and the purple dress flared around her knees like a ballerina's skirt.“Wow, look at you,” Ethan said, beaming as he settled her on his hip. “My princess. Purple’s definitely your colour. And those glitter stars, did you do that yourself?”Avery giggled, shaking her head so her pigtails bounced. “Mommy helped! But I picked the purple. Purple makes me happy!”Ethan kissed her cheek. “You’re right. You shine brighter than everybody here.”She leaned close to whisper in his ear. “Do you think the judges will like my butterflies?”“They’re gonna love them, baby girl” Ethan promised, his voice soft but firm. “Just like I do.”Jessica watched from a few feet away, her parents beside her. The warmth in Ethan’s voice twisted something inside her, but she stood straighter when he app
The morning air had the smell of coffee and toast in it, the hum of chatter filling the dining room as Joseph read the news on his iPad and Janet fussed with her teacup. Jessica paced lightly between the kitchen and dining table, straightening napkins more than once, her nerves barely hidden.The sound of small footsteps pattered on the stairs. All eyes turned as Avery appeared at the top, holding her project board proudly to her chest. Her eyes sparkled, though her lips pressed tight in a nervous smile.Joseph immediately sprang up to his feet, clapping his hands together so loudly that Avery giggled. “Damn! Take a look at our little champion!” he boomed, his grin as wide as the morning sun.Janet rushed over, crouching low as Avery reached the bottom step. She smoothed her granddaughter’s collar, tilting her head to admire her. “You look like the smartest girl in the whole school,” she said warmly.Avery’s cheeks pinked under the attention. She glanced toward her mother, half sh