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.Ethan’s car slid into the company’s private driveway, the engine purring and coming to a stop as he cut the ignition off. His fingers drummed against the steering wheel before he finally summoned the courage to force himself out. The towering glass building loomed above him, its mirrored surface catching the late afternoon light. Normally, he carried himself with the quiet authority of someone who was born into the Mitchell legacy, but today a knot of nerves tugged at his stomach.The familiar marble lobby echoed with the sharp clicks of his polished shoes as he strode across it, greeting no one, eyes fixed on the elevator just ahead of him. Inside, the doors closed him in, and the silence was suffocating. He tugged at his tie, muttering under his breath.“Why now? What’s he going to say this time?”His knuckles tapped against the elevator’s railing, a steady rhythm of unease. With a sigh, he slipped his phone out of his pocket and put it on. The screen lit up with his new wallpape
Ethan’s black car slid smoothly into a spot near the entrance of the mall. The moment he opened his car door and stepped out, tall and composed in his crisp shirt, Avery’s eyes lit up with joy.“Daddy!” she squealed, slipping her hand from Jessica’s grip before her mother could catch her.“Avery, wait!” Jessica started, but the little girl was already running full speed.Ethan bent just in time, scooping his daughter into his arms and spinning her in the air. Avery’s laughter rang loud, echoing across the lot as Ethan grinned with joy. “There’s my girl! Did you miss me this much?”“Yes! So much!” she giggled, clinging to his neck.By the time he carried her back to where Jessica waited, the brightness on Jessica’s face was a practised mask. Her smile was polite, but her eyes flickered with something that looked like annoyance.“Mommy, I’m sorry,” Avery said quickly, wrapping an arm around Jessica’s waist. “Please, forgive me.”Jessica exhaled, softening slightly. She brushed Av
The clinking of cutlery against plates filled the quiet dining room until Avery bowed her head down, small fingers folded together to pray. “Thank You, God, for the food,” she said softly, eyes squeezed shut. “And thank You because Daddy is finally eating with us tonight.”Jessica’s throat tightened. Her daughter’s prayer was so innocent, so disarming, yet it hit her in the face with the force of a tidal wave. She kept her gaze fixed on her plate, lips pressed together, while her chest was filling up with emotions that she refused to show.Ethan glanced at Jessica, a flicker of something unreadable in his expression before his gaze shifted back to Avery. “Amen,” he said quietly.“Amen,” Jessica echoed, forcing her voice steady.The three of them dug their cutlery into their food, silence stretching thin until Avery perked up, her eyes bright with curiosity. “Daddy, can you tell me a story about when you were little? Maybe when you did a school project with your dad?”“Avery,” Jes
The kitchen smelled faintly of coffee, its warmth blending with the sharper tang of lemon dish soap that had been used earlier. Sunlight slid across the table, hitting Jessica’s open laptop. On the screen, a cheerful blog displayed rows of “Budget-Friendly School Fair Projects,” each photo showing smiling parents and kids holding popsicle stick crafts, paper crowns, or jars of homemade slime. That was the pace she wanted she wanted Avery to go in, something manageable, affordable, and something Avery could proudly say she’d done herself.The front door creaked open.Jessica glanced up to see Ethan step inside, holding a sketchpad in his hand, the faint scent of rain clinging to his jacket. His hair was damp at the edges, and there was an energy about him for some reason. It felt bright for this early in the day.“I’m right on time,” he said with a smirk, as though punctuality was a personal victory to him that meant something.Jessica didn’t look away from the laptop. “You want a
Jessica nudged the car door closed with her hip, juggling a paper cup of coffee in one hand and Avery’s purple backpack in the other. The school’s front walkway still glistened from last night’s rain, the air cool and smelling faintly of wet pavement and pencil shavings.Avery skipped a step ahead, humming some tune only she knew from one of her TV shows. Jessica followed, sipping her coffee, already mentally mapping out her day. She was going to do some laundry, a client call, and groceries, but it all disappeared when a voice called out.“Morning, Jessica!” Mrs. Diaz, who always wore a smile of sunshine on her face and warm cardigans, waved from near the classroom door. “Don’t forget, the parents’ meeting with the school staff starts in a few minutes!”Jessica froze mid-step. “The what? A meeting?”Mrs. Diaz’s eyebrows lifted in mild surprise. “Yes, for the Parent–Children Creativity Fair. It’s today in the school’s auditorium.” She gestured toward the double doors down the hall
Jessica woke before the alarm, the pale morning light pooling across the bedroom wall. Avery was curled against her, her little fist resting near her chin, the purple wristwatch gleaming faintly in the soft light.Jessica’s eyes lingered on it, the small, shining circle that had made Avery beam last night — and the words from her daughter’s dream echoed like a quiet knock inside her head. ‘Daddy left just like Uncle Ricky did.’Her chest tightened. What if he does leave again? The thought came uninvited, dragging with it a heavy ache. What if I’ve just opened the door for him to hurt her in the same way he hurt me?“Good morning, Mommy.” Avery’s voice was still groggy, breaking Jessica’s thoughts.Jessica smiled, masking her worry immediately. “Morning, baby.”Avery sat up, holding her wrist toward Jessica like she was hiding treasure. “Look! Still here!”Jessica chuckled, though it came out softer than she intended. “It’s not going anywhere.” She smiled at her because last nigh