No Longer His Ugly Wife のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

Lucy’s POV I just sat there. Quietly watching. Wondering why Noah was so 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 the woman who’d raised and loved him these past two years hadn’t almost died. 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 s

Lucy’s POV I quickly shoved the paper bag behind me like a thief in my own kitchen. My heart hammered against my chest 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. “Lucy? What? What are you doing in here?”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 even I had originally thought it would. His head tilted with mild curiosity. “Don’t you have syrup from the restaurant?” I paused for half a breath. His eyes roamed over me with the slow, deliberate focus of an artist. I could feel his gaze on my skin, making the fine hairs on my arms stand up. “It’s artificial, not good for filling. Yours is bette

Lucy’s POV “Aunty Blair, you’re finally here!” Noah beamed happily. Any trace of sadness he had before had completely dried up now. As he hugged her, I turned away and took a deep breath in an attempt to calm my nerves.“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 as Noah took her hand into his and led her to the spot where I once sat next to him. “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 that he’d at least given me a little credit, but there was a clear hint of jealousy on Blair’s brow.“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 wanted to act

Lucy’s POV One week had passed, Noah’s seventh birthday was getting closer just like our relationship. 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 was so angry with her, I almost kicked her out of the house right then and there, but Noah forgave her. I was frustrated but couldn’t do anything. They accepted her again like nothing happened. “I want a birthday party!” He jumped with excitement one day. “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. The little boy had my heart. “Mommy, can you make my birthday cake?” he smiled sweetly. I was surprised and thrilled. We

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. An anxiety was well on its way and I had to take deep breaths to stop it.“I need to talk. Can I come over?” I finally asked, my voice desperate and breaking. Amanda went quiet for a moment. “Lucy? What-are you alright?”“Amanda, I-I just really need someone right now-a friend.” I croaked, unable to hide my devastation anymore.“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, my mind spinning. She sat beside me waiting patiently. I looked away, struggling to make sense of eve