Todos os capítulos de Married To My Best Friend's Husband[Plead To God]: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

[ALESSIA'S POV] The first time the school called me that morning, I ignored it, I will be live on air in the next six minutes. “Three… two…” The studio lights flashed red. I forced a smile onto my face as the camera focused on me. “Good morning, Los Angeles. I’m Alessia Moretti and these are today’s top stories—” My phone buzzed again beneath the desk. Lincoln Preschool. Again. A strange feeling crawled up my spine. But I kept reading anyway. A fire downtown. Traffic delays on the 110. Celebrity divorce rumors. The kind of meaningless news people consumed with coffee before forgetting an hour later. But my focus was gone. The phone buzzed a third time, then a fourth, that was when I knew Something was wrong. I finished the segment barely hearing my own voice. The second we cut to commercial, I grabbed my phone. Four missed calls and one voicemail, my stomach tightened. “Alessia, are you okay?” my producer asked. I already pressed the voicemail. A shaky voice filled my e

[ALESSIA'S POV] Mr. Seaman stands between me and the door like a wall made of money and power. "I'm tired," I say. "Whatever you want to say can wait." "No. It can't." He gestures toward the sitting area in the corner of the lobby. Leather chairs, a glass table and the kind of space designed to make people feel small. "I'd rather stand." "Then suit yourself." He doesn't sit either. Just stands there, looking me like I'm a problem he needs to get rid of "You're making a mistake by walking away from my son." "That's the second time I've heard that today." "Then maybe you should listen." I adjust my grip on the suitcase handle. My back aches. The baby's been kicking nonstop since I left the café, and now there's a tightness in my belly that wasn't there before. "Say what you came to say, Mr. Seaman. I have somewhere to be." "Your mother's apartment in East LA?" He tilts his head. "One bedroom, with a broken heating, mold in the bathroom. Not exactly ideal for raising a Seaman h

[Alessia’s POV] **Five Years Later** “Mommy, can I have pancakes?” Davison stood in the kitchen doorway in his Batman pajamas, grinning like it was Christmas morning. “Pancakes again? That’s three days in a row, kiddo.” “Please?” He clasped his hands together dramatically. “With chocolate chips?” I laughed and pulled him into a hug. “Alright, fine. But you have to eat some fruit too.” “Deal!” Jeffrey walked in, already dressed for work. He came up behind me, kissed the top of my head, and ruffled Davison’s hair. “Morning, buddy. Ready for school?” “Yeah! We’re learning about dinosaurs today!” “That’s awesome. Which one’s your favorite?” “T-Rex. Obviously.” While they talked about dinosaurs, I started mixing the batter. This was my favorite part of the day — the three of us in the kitchen, laughing, no drama, just… normal. We’d gotten married two years ago in a small backyard ceremony with just family and close friends. Davison had been the ring bearer, taking his job ver

[ALESSIA'S POV]"You need my help?"Edward's voice sounds different. Older maybe tired."It's Davison. Our son. He's sick.""Sick how?""Leukemia. He needs a bone marrow transplant. I'm not a match. The doctors need to test you."The line goes quiet. For a second, I think he hung up.Then: "Where are you?""St. Mary's Hospital. Fourth floor.""I'm on my way."He hangs up.I stand there holding my phone, shaking.Jeffrey appears in the doorway. "Was that him?""Yeah.""And?""He's coming."Jeffrey pulls me into his arms. I let myself lean against him. Just for a moment."I don't know if I can do this," I whisper."We can baby.""What if he wants""He doesn't get to want anything. He lost that right five years ago and that's it."I nod against his chest.But I don't believe it.Men like Edward always want something.Edward arrives forty minutes later.I'm sitting in Davison's room when the nurse knocks."Mrs. Walker? There's a man here to see you. Says his name is Edward Seaman."My stom

[ALESSIA'S POV]Sandra's lawyer's office is exactly what I expected.Glass walls. Marble floors. Everything designed to make you feel small.I sit across from Sandra at a conference table that's too big for just the two of us.She looks perfect. Hair smooth. Makeup flawless. Designer dress that probably costs more than my car payment.She slides a document across the table."Read it carefully," she says. "I want you to understand exactly what you're agreeing to."I pick up the papers. My hands shake.GESTATIONAL SURROGACY AGREEMENTThe words blur together.Party A (Alessia Reed Walker) agrees to carry and deliver a child conceived via artificial insemination using genetic material from Party B (Edward Seaman)...Upon birth, Party A will immediately relinquish all parental rights...Party A will have no contact with the child after delivery...Party A acknowledges this child is being conceived solely for medical purposes...I stop reading."This makes me sound like a machine," I whisper