All Chapters of No Longer His Ugly Wife: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Lucy’s POV I just sat there. Quiet watching. Wondering why Noah was very in touch with Blair just after a few months. Cliche, right? Blair hadn’t been around when he got hurt, or when he had scraped knees, bedtime stories, or Noah’s fevers. She didn’t spend nights pacing the room, holding him while he cried. She didn’t stay up worrying about bills or give up everything to make sure he had what he needed. That was all me. But now, just a few months with her, and one whisper, was all it took. He calmed down like she was the only one who could soothe him. Like I didn’t matter at all. I looked at him, sitting beside her, shoulders no longer shaking, eyes dry, like nothing even happened. Like I didn’t almost drown. Like he didn’t scream at me minutes ago. Like I was no one. He used to crawl into my lap, cling to me like I was his whole world. Now? He clung to her. God, it hurts. Blair kept rubbing his back, acting like she was some kind of savior. She gave me a small, smug smile like

Lucy’s POV I quickly shoved the paper bag behind me like a thief in my own kitchen. My heart hammered and my fingertips were already sticky with sweat. I turned around. Tom stood in the doorway, puzzled, with paint still smudged on his shirt. His brow slightly furrowed. I smiled quickly and brilliantly. “Hey, honey!” I tucked the bag further behind the counter with a small awkward shuffle of my foot. “I was just looking for syrup.” He blinked. “Syrup?” “Your rose dessert gave me an idea to try rose macarons for Amanda’s restaurant.” The lie came out smoother than I wanted it to. His head tilted. “Don’t you have syrup from the restaurant?” I paused for half a breath. He was watching me like an artist trying to figure out why. It made my skin prickle. “It’s artificial, not good for filling. Yours is better.” I forced a smile. His expression flickered with pride. “It might win me points.” He remained silent, opened the cabinet behind him, and pulled the syrup d

Lucy’s POV “Aunty Blair, you’re finally here!” Noah beamed happily. Like he didn’t cry at all. He hugged her. I looked away and took a deep breath. “Of course, dear. I came over as soon as I heard what happened.” she softly said, cupping his face. Noah’s face turned sweet, like Blair was petting him. My heart shattered. Noah held her hand and let her sit. “Here’s my space capsule craft.” Noah excitedly showed her his almost finished project. Blair was amazed. “Wow! Did you do this?” she asked. “Yes, mommy and I repaired it.” he said.I was relieved and happy. But looking at Blair, she didn’t seem happy… more like she’s jealous.“Wow, that’s nice.” she nodded and looked at it.“Look at the photos we need to follow.” he showed pictures of it. Blair nodded like she knew everything. I just grinned and decided to watch. I will not leave and see what she could do. Noah showed reference photos on his phone; he bounced on his toes with excitement. "This is the shape we copied. It’s

Lucy’s POV One week has passed, Noah’s seventh birthday is coming closer like he became closer to me. He became sweeter and nicer, unlike before. “Noah, your birthday is coming up. What do you want for your birthday?” Tom asked him. Tom and I had already talked about it. We wanted to throw him a party to forget what happened last week at his school. Blair apologized to him, but we know Noah was still hurt. Blair explained that her friend ditched her and took her money. I almost kicked her out of the house because of anger, but Noah forgave her. I was frustrated but couldn’t do anything. They accepted her again like nothing happened. “I want a party!” he jumped with excitement. Tom and I looked at each other and laughed. “Sure, honey. We’ll make that party work.” Tom said. Noah nodded and slowly looked at me. His face looked so sincere and sweet. Awww. He’s so cute. “Mommy, can you make my birthday cake?” he smiled sweetly. I was surprised and thrilled. We used to just buy his

Lucy’s POV I called Amanda and she answered immediately. My hand was shaking so badly I nearly dropped the phone. “Lucy?” Her voice was soft, concerned. I didn’t answer right away. I just stood there on the sidewalk, trying to swallow the storm rising in my throat. “I need to talk. Can I come over?” I finally said, my voice breaking. Amanda went quiet for a moment. “Of course. Come now.” she said without hesitation. When I arrived, she didn’t ask anything. She just opened the door and pulled me into a hug. “Oh, Lucy…” I let her hold me because I needed it. She guided me to the couch. She helped me sit down and handed me a glass of water. I drank slowly with my mind spinning. She sat beside me waiting patiently. I looked away, struggling to make sense of everything, including the test results that were burning a hole in my thoughts. “I don’t think Noah’s adopted.” I finally whispered. My own voice didn’t sound like mine. Amanda blinked. “What?” “I think… he’s Blair’s and