All Chapters of Married To My Best Friend's Husband[Plead To God]: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

52 Chapters

The Coffee Shop

[ALESSIA'S POV]Sandra's hands won't stop shaking.I notice it the second I slide into the booth. She's gripping her coffee cup like it might fly away, and her eyes they're red. Puffy. Like she's been crying for hours."San, what's wrong?"She doesn't answer right away. Just stares at the table between us, breathing too fast.The coffee shop hums around us. Someone's laughing at the counter. A barista calls out a name. Everything feels normal except the woman sitting across from me.My best friend since we were seven years old."Sandra. Talk to me."She finally looks up. Her mascara's smudged at the corners."I'm pregnant."The words hang there for a second. Then I smile, reaching across the table for her hand."That's amazing! Why didn't you tell me sooner? How far along are you?"She pulls her hand back."Two months.""Two months? San, we talk every day. Why would you—""It's Edward's."The noise in the coffee shop doesn't stop. The espresso machine still hisses. The door still chim

My Breaking Point

[ALESSIA'S POV]The apartment is too quiet when I walk in.I drop my keys on the counter. My coat drips rain onto the hardwood floor, but I don't care enough to hang it up.The nursery door is open. I can see the crib from here, the one Edward spent three hours assembling last month. He was so proud of himself, kept making jokes about how he was "Dad of the Year" already.I close the door.My phone won't stop buzzing. Edward. Sandra. Unknown numbers that are probably reporters, someone always leaks these things. The billionaire's wife walks out of a coffee shop crying, and suddenly it's news.I silence it and sit on the couch.The baby's been kicking nonstop since I left the café. Like he can feel my anger, my heartbreak, everything."I know," I whisper, hand on my belly. "I know it's a lot."The door handle rattles.Edward's key in the lock.I stand up as he walks in. His shirt is soaked through. He looks like he's been standing in the rain for an hour."You can't just walk in here a

The Offer And The Mystery Man

[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

New Life

[ALESSIA'S POV] The first thing I hear is beeping Steady. Rhythmic. Mechanical. My eyes are too heavy to open. My body feels like it's made of lead. "Alessia?" Jeffrey's voice. Close. Gentle. I force my eyes open. The room is dim. Soft yellow light from a lamp in the corner. He's sitting beside my bed. His hair is messy. His shirt is wrinkled. He looks like he hasn't slept. "Hey." He leans forward. "You're awake. How do you feel?" "Tired." My voice comes out scratchy. "What happened?" "You had an emergency C-section. The baby's heart rate dropped. They had to get him out fast." The baby. My son. "Where is he?" I try to sit up, but pain shoots through my abdomen. "Easy." Jeffrey helps me adjust the bed. "He's in the NICU. Neonatal intensive care unit. He's small, but he's breathing on his own." "I need to see him." "You will. Soon. The doctors want to make sure you're stable first." Tears sting my eyes. "Is he okay? Really okay?" "He's a fighter. Just l

Broken Heart

[ALESSIA'S POV]FIVE YEARS LATER:"Mommy, can I have pancakes?"Davison stands in the kitchen doorway wearing his Batman pajamas and the biggest smile I've ever seen."Pancakes again? That's three days in a row.""Please?" He puts his hands together like he's praying. "With chocolate chips?"I laugh and pull him into a hug. "Fine. But you have to eat some fruit too.""Deal!"Jeffrey walks in, already dressed for work. He kisses the top of my head and ruffles Davison's hair."Morning, buddy. Ready for school?""Yeah! We're learning about dinosaurs today!""That's awesome." Jeffrey pours himself coffee. "Which one's your favorite?""T-Rex. Obviously."They start talking about dinosaurs while I make pancakes. This is my favorite part of the day. The three of us in the kitchen. No drama. No pain. Just a normal morning with a sweet and happy family.We got married two years ago. Small ceremony. Just family and a few friends. Davison was the ring bearer. He took it so seriously, walking dow

The Test

[ALESSIA'S POV]The waiting room is too quiet.Jeffrey sits beside me, holding my hand. His thumb moves in circles over my knuckles. He's been doing it for an hour.Davison is upstairs. Sedated. They had to sedate him for the bone marrow biopsy.I keep seeing his face when they wheeled him away. Scared. Confused."Mom, will it hurt?""No, baby. You'll be asleep.""Promise?""I promise."I lied. I don't know if it hurt. I don't know anything anymore.The door opens.Dr. Martinez walks in. He's carrying a folder.I stand up too fast. Jeffrey steadies me."Is he okay?" I ask."Davison came through the procedure fine. He's in recovery now. You can see him in about twenty minutes.""And the results?"Dr. Martinez sits down. We sit too.He opens the folder. "The biopsy confirmed what we suspected. Davison has acute lymphoblastic leukemia. ALL."The words sound foreign. Wrong."Leukemia," I repeat."Yes. It's a type of blood cancer that affects the bone marrow and blood cells."Jeffrey's grip

Ghosts

[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

Before The Storm

[ALESSIA'S POV]We drive home in silence.Jeffrey's hands grip the steering wheel so tight his knuckles turn white.I stare out the window. The city passes by in blurs of light and shadow.When we pull into the driveway, neither of us moves."We should go inside," I finally say."Yeah."But we don't.We sit there, engine off, listening to the quiet."I can't believe this is happening," Jeffrey whispers."I know.""There has to be another way.""The doctor said....""I don't care what the doctor said." He turns to me. "I can't watch you do this.""Then don't watch. But I'm doing it anyway.""Alessia""He's my son, Jeffrey. I carried him. I gave birth to him. I've watched him grow for five years. And I'm not going to sit here and let him die when I can save him.""By sleeping with your ex-husband?"The words cut through the air.I look at him. "It's not about Edward. It's about Davison and its just ivf not sleeping with each other.""I know. I know it is. But that doesn't make it easier.

The Contract

[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

Postive

[ALESSIA'S POV] Two weeks feel like two years. Every morning, I wake up and wonder if today is the day I'll know. Jeffrey barely talks to me anymore. He goes to work early. Comes home late. Sleeps on his side of the bed with his back to me. When I try to touch him, he flinches. Not obviously. Just a small movement. A pulling away. But I notice everything. The way he won't look at my stomach. The way he leaves the room when I mention the baby. The way he's there but not really there. I understand him. His wife is pregnant with another man's child. Even if it's for a good reason, even if it's medical, it doesn't change the fact that I'm carrying Edward's baby. Not his. We visit Davison every day. He's getting weaker. The chemotherapy is brutal. He throws up constantly. Lost all his hair. Can barely eat. But he smiles when he sees us. "Mom. Dad." Jeffrey sits beside his bed and reads to him. Tells him stories. Makes him laugh. With Davison, Jeffrey is still himself. Wi

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