Semua Bab Contract Marriage With My Ex's Boss: Bab 91 - Bab 100

Hailey's POV I need space. As I leave Levi's room, I go to the kitchen and warm a glass of milk for myself before going to sit by the counter. Of all the ways I thought today would end, this wasn’t one of them. I never imagined I'd be back here, let alone spending tonight and the next two nights in Levi's room. I wish I had a better option. But if I decide to take Levi's offer to leave, we'd have to tell everyone the truth. And I'm not ready for that yet. I'm not ready for the judgment... or for the accountability. I left his room because the thought of him being with someone else in that bed was starting to churn my stomach. I didn't want to be so rude to him, but the longer I stayed in there, the more disgusted I felt. And the mood swings from pregnancy didn't help. I thought I was past it, apparently not. Maybe I never will be. And sure, I played a part in how things happened, but knowing that doesn't make it any easier.I sigh, taking a sip of the milk, hoping it calms me. I

Hailey's POVI watch as Levi opens the door and steps out. He speaks to whoever is on the other side for a moment, and when he walks back in, a man follows, dragging in a large, wide and thick object that barely squeezes through the doorway.He struggles to get it in, and once the first part makes it through, I finally realize what it is.A mattress.A new fucking mattress. I rise from the couch, going to meet them, but Levi sees me approaching and comes over. "What the hell, Levi? Tell me that's not what I think it is." He smirks. "Depends. What do you think it is?""Don't play dumb with me. You got a new mattress? Why?""Because I can."I glare at him.He chuckles, like he doesn't realize what a waste of money this is, and I'm sure he doesn't. He's got enough money to last him a lifetime, and apparently, doesn't know what to do with it. I'm not a stranger to wealth myself, but I'm sure I wouldn't want to waste money on something I don't need. "Hun," he says with a grin, "I've g

Levi's POV Let it be noted in the books that I did, in fact, keep to my side of the bed. But my Hailey, on the other hand? I'm almost led to assume she was a superhero in her dream or something. That seems like the only sensible reason why she moves so much in her sleep. Not only did she bring down the pillow wall and roll over to my side several times—I had to consciously push her over to her side—she also managed to push me to the edge of the bed, and like that wasn't enough, I woke up to her clinging to me like a fucking koala. I'm not complaining, but Christ. What kind of demons does she fight in her sleep? The sleeping position made me develop pains in my arms and legs, but I also suspect she'd kicked me more than once. The mother of my child is a ninja. I guess I should've figured it out from her violent tendencies. I'd love to say that our little sleepover was one of the best nights I've ever had, like in those romance novels, but that would be a fucking lie. "Ugh," Hai

Hailey's POV It's been an hour since we got back from the airport, and Levi's been unusually quiet. When he came into the house, he headed straight into his room, and he hasn't come out since then. Even when I went to check on him, he wouldn't tell me what's wrong—not that I expect him to—but I suspect it has something to do with his mum being around. I know his parents weren't there for him back then, and I'm sure it's hard for him to adjust now. His mum told me bits of how neglectful she'd been, and she'd expressed how badly she wanted to make things right with him, but she doesn't know how. She'd even asked my help during one of our calls, but I told her she should be the one to work it out with him because I didn't want to interfere. But in truth, I don't have the right to say anything to Levi. Even the little he's shared feels out of place, considering the circumstances surrounding our... marriage. Plus, after I'd confronted his dad that one time, I'd rather not risk my lu

Hailey's POV Remind me to never go shopping with Levi's mum again. Not that the opportunity will come again, but if it does, I hope I remember this day. Don't get me wrong, I actually enjoy spending time with her, but I don't think I ever want to do this again. We've been here for almost five hours, and have gone to almost all the clothing stores in the mall, and yet she's only found about four outfits that she didn't see a problem in. She's really picky with everything, but now I understand why her clothes are always perfect. I just wish they didn't take so much time to find. My feet feel sore, and my lower back hurts, like my baby's protesting against my walking about so much. I hear you, babe, I don't want to be here this long either. But I don't have a choice. We move to another store, and I try to stifle a groan. Martha notices me slowing down and turns to me. "Are you feeling okay, dear?" "Mhmm... I am." Lies. "You don't need to pretend, dear, it's understandabl