Lauretta’s POV.“What do you mean? Don’t you dare lie to me just because Oran isn’t here to defend himself. You just scolded me that I would have preferred if we lived in the streets. But here you are saying he didn’t want you to get rid of me.” I challenged Rhoda “If only you would let me explain instead of interrupting me after every second!!!!” She lashed out at me.“About six weeks into my relationship with Oran, I fell sick. He called in one of his doctor friends to come check on me, and after some questions, he suggested I take a pregnancy test, which came out positive.” “We were both on the edge, and I told him not to worry that I was going to get rid of it. He told me that he was more than capable of taking care of me and the baby.” “I wasn’t even sure who the father was at that point because the conception date was the week between when I last had a thing with your father and the week I met Oran.” “Since Oran was caring towards me and the pregnancy, I decided to let it be
Lauretta’s Pov I let go of my hand from my cheek and chuckled. “I never knew that you were into jokes and all. But this is a costly one!” “Yeah, I have been rude to you, but why would you try to scare me away with such words?” “You are free to demand an apology from me directly instead of going through corners.” As I said those words, Rhoda continued to stare at me with no emotion. “You are not going to say anything?” I said to my mom, who didn’t even blink at me. With the strength left in me, I pushed myself up from the floor, coming face-to-face with Rhoda. I was roughly the same height as my mother, so the confrontation was now a little bit more intense. “For fuck’s sake, Rhoda. Will you answer my damn question?!!!!!” I said at the top of my voice, ignoring my racing heart. Mom’s silence was already indicating what was strange to come to terms with. “If Cassie’s Dad is not my biological Dad, then whose fucking sperm did I come out from?” “The sperm of a loser and a drunkar
Lauretta’s POV Then it could only mean one thing: that bitch was way stronger than I had thought. No doubt that I underestimated her strength. If the woman standing before me right now wasn’t the one who popped me out into the world, then there is no way this action is getting swept under the carpet. But wait, now that my mind crossed that, could she really be my mother? Because this shit hurts like hell. Someone who loved me so much wouldn’t subject me to such torture. But one thing was certain: I wasn’t going to keep quiet. Even behind my pain and my tears, I parted my lips to say something. My lips quivered for a few seconds as I stared into my mother’s eyes through my blurry ones. I was expecting to see some sort of remorse in her, but she didn’t seem moved by what she just did. “You stopped me from hurting myself just so you could inflict this shitty pain on me?” “Why would you even lay your hands on a grown young woman? You don’t even seem sorry for what you did. What did I
Lauretta’s Pov “This better be a joke! I was literally on my own. I mean, we were on our lane, getting used to our fucked up reality when this dude came from nowhere, claiming to be the love of Cassie’s life, and now his number isn’t going through!” I stamped my feet in anger against the floor while pacing up and down the living room, typing furiously on my phone. “I’ve lost count of how many text messages and how many voice mails I left him.”My mom heaved a sigh where she was seated and massaged her temple. “Oh, Mom, please don’t tell me you are tired. You promised you are going to help me make sure I achieve my goal, and that is getting married to a Billionaire.”“Unfortunately, I am.” Rhoda voiced out. “I have never faced anything more challenging in my life. It’s as though the more effort we put into making that bitch’s life miserable, the sweeter her life becomes.” “We’ve patiently waited for the news of a ruined marriage, but there is nothing like that. I know I made you a
Shawn’s POV “You’re so humble,” I mumbled, not cutting contact with my wife. “Is that a good thing, or?” “It’s new to me. I am always waking up to wishlists and demands from the women I have been with. They were confidently entitled. Maybe because they knew that whatever I gave them was just 0.1% of what I was capable of giving.” “Their appreciation was usually brief, and I wouldn’t hesitate to do whatever they asked. Though I didn’t do them directly. My secretary was always the one making sure their needs were met.” “You hardly ask me anything, and when I surprise you, you appreciate me endlessly.” “It’s crazy how a few of my past girlfriends would act like they owned all I owned by virtue of them being in a temporary relationship with me. Fast forward to today, I have my wife with me, but she’s shy to embrace what is legitimately hers.” “This is not to shame you for staying true to your values and your beliefs. But I really want you to embrace this life with me. It’s not a c
Shawn’s POV. I chuckled when Cassie buried her face in the pillow, grumbling. “What?” I feigned innocence.My wife stylishly pulled her face away from the pillow. Her hair was messy; some stray strands of it tried to hide the blush on her cheeks, but they didn’t do a perfect job. She stared shyly at me with her gorgeous eyes. She was naked beside me, which was literally my favorite position of us, and my heart was literally filled with so much pride and joy that she was carrying my child. I have the most beautiful woman in the world by my side! “Didn’t we promise that no gifts?” She pushed the pillow away and sat up. I slowly did the same. “When was that?” I arched my brow. “When unwrapping the gifts I got earlier.” “They were all from my siblings. And I didn’t promise you anything.” “You did!” She challenged. “Well, I don’t recall. But that’s going to be a difficult promise to keep because I don’t know how else to express my love.” “Caring for me? Being nice?” “That’s not