Semua Bab Divorced: Dear Ex It's Your Loss: Bab 281 - Bab 290

•Vera POV•“So tell me,” my mom said after we pulled out of the hug, sitting back on the couch and crossing her legs, “how’s the wedding preparation going? Have you gone wedding dress testing?”“Yes, Mom,” I replied. “I’ve gone. The dress would be ready before the wedding next week. They just need to do a few adjustments.”“That’s good,” she said, nodding, then narrowed her eyes at me. “So what’s with the long face?”“It’s nothing, Mom,” I muttered with a smile, even though I knew I was lying. I had been so worried about my wedding to Eric that anytime anyone mentioned it, my chest felt tight.She leaned closer. “You said nothing the same way you said nothing when you broke your aunt’s vase and blamed the cat.”“That cat really looked guilty,” I said quickly.She clicked her tongue. “Vera.”I sighed. “Okay, okay.”“Come on,” she pressed. “I’m your mother. If you keep things from me, who do you think it’s best to tell?” She reached out and cupped my cheek, lifting my face until my eyes

•Eric POV•“I’m so sorry, Mrs Watson,” I said as I pushed my chair back and stood up, barely controlling myself.My heart was beating too fast, and my hands felt cold. I couldn’t believe my mother had said that. Right there. At the table. In front of Vera. In front of her mother. It felt like the final straw, and suddenly everything inside me felt heavy.I looked toward Vera. She tried to smile, really tried, but it looked forced. Her lips curved, yet her eyes looked sad and distant. That alone made the anger in me rise even more. I looked back down at the food on the table and realized I had completely lost my appetite.“Eric, just leave Mom for now,” Thelma said, digging into her food like nothing serious had happened.“No, cupcakes,” Mrs Watson called out calmly as I walked away. “Let your brother go and tell his mother that sometimes she needs to calm down and stop acting like the boss of his life.”I didn’t reply. I didn’t trust myself to speak without saying something I’d regret

•Vera POV•“Yes, Mark, she’s pregnant, and Eric’s mother is a witch. Like midnight broom witch,” my mother’s voice woke me up, and I slowly sat up on the bed.Rubbing my eyes, I brushed my fingers through my hair and tied it into a loose ponytail before standing. My mom was standing close to the window, one hand resting on the pane as she spoke into her phone."Like I don't know what's her problem, it's complicated Mark, I wish can talk sense into her head," my mom continued.I walked into the bathroom and splashed water on my face. The cold water hit my skin and calmed my nerves, easing the tight feeling in my chest.When I walked back into the room, my mom was already sitting on the bed. She placed her phone on the nightstand and turned to face me as I sat down, pulling the blanket over my legs.“Vera, how are you doing, honey?” she asked softly.I looked at her in shock.It had been a long time since my mom called me by my name. She usually used pet names or funny phrases. “I’m fin

•Vera POV• The rest of the week passed faster than I expected, and before I knew it, another week had arrived. Eric and I had managed to get most of the wedding preparations ready, even though some things still felt rushed. He tried calling his mother several times, but her phone kept going straight to voicemail. It was clear she didn’t want to talk to him. Each time the call failed, I could see the hurt in his eyes, and it made my heart ache. I would reach for his hand, squeezing it gently, trying to let him know that he wasn’t alone. Most times, that little gesture made him smile, even if it was a weak one. Now here I was, standing in front of the full-length mirror, staring at my reflection. The wedding dress hugged my body just right, fitting perfectly without making me uncomfortable. The fabric flowed softly down my body, loose around my stomach, giving me room to breathe while still showing my shape beautifully. The lace around the chest area shimmered softly under the

•Eric POV•I shoved my hand through my hair as frustration clawed at me. My chest felt tight, like something heavy was sitting on it. I couldn’t believe what my mother was saying. This had to be another one of her plans to ruin my happiness. She had always found a way to do that.“Don’t you dare cut the call on me, Eric,” she snapped when she noticed I had gone quiet.“Why won’t I cut the call?” I fired back, my voice shaking with anger as my hand balled into a fist. “I thought when you called, you wanted to apologize for what you did. But this? Why do you like causing me pain, Mom? Do you enjoy it?”“What are you saying, Eric?” she replied sharply. “All I ever wanted was your happiness. And I know Vera can’t give you that. Part of the reason I never agreed to that marriage was because I knew Brooke already has a child for you.”“No, Mom!” I shouted. “She is not, that child is not mine, Brooke was never pregnant for me. I refuse to accept that.”“I won’t take that from you,” she yelle