Lahat ng Kabanata ng Married To My Best Friend's Husband[Plead To God]: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

❈ ❈ Alessia Pov ❈ ❈ They always say there is no reward for being a good wife. And maybe they were right. Especially for a woman like me. I was crazy in love with Edward—the kind of love that doesn't ask questions, doesn't see the red flags waving frantically in front of your face. The kind of love that trusts completely because he left his entire family to marry me. He chose me over them. He sacrificed everything, and I believed that meant something. I believed that was proof of love. I didn't know I was already drowning. The slap echoed through Lucia's like a gunshot. Stella's head snapped sideways, her cheek blooming red, and for a second the entire restaurant went quiet. Even the waiter froze mid-step, a tray balanced on his palm like he was afraid to breathe. I was still holding my hand up, fingers spread, watching the shock ripple across her face. "You slept with my husband?" My voice came out low. Dangerous. Like something caged finally breaking free. "You got pregnant? A

❈ ❈ Alessia Pov ❈ ❈ The hospital waiting room smelled like that fake lemon cleaner that hospitals use to cover up the smell of sickness. I'd been having cramps all week. The kind that made me hold my breath and wait for them to pass, my hand splayed across my belly like I could protect the baby from the inside. The doctor's appointment was supposed to be routine. A checkup. A "how are you feeling" conversation where I'd pretend everything was fine. I wasn't pretending very well. Dr. Helen Moore looked at the ultrasound and then looked at me. That's never a good sign. "Your blood pressure is elevated," she said, still staring at the screen. "And the baby is showing signs of stress. How have you been feeling?" "Fine. Tired. Normal." "Has there been any emotional stress recently?" I laughed. "You could say that." She set the wand down and turned to face me fully. "Alessia, I need you to start preparing for labor. It's possible you could go into it any time now. Your bod

❈ ❈ Alessia Pov ❈ ❈ I couldn't stop thinking about what Jeffrey said. ❀Let me be in your life. In your son's life.❀ I replayed it in my head while I was alone, while I was feeding the baby, while I was pretending to watch the movies. Let me be here. Let me love you both. The thing about desperation is that it doesn't announce itself. It creeps in slowly, so slowly you don't notice it's there until you're drowning in it. By the third day at Jeffrey's place, I'd accepted that I was drowning. Edward had cheated on me, lied to me and betrayed everything we built together, and I was supposed to just... what? Forgive him? Move on? Raise our son alone while he played the loving husband and father in the house with Stella and their baby? I wasn't the one who had done anything wrong. I hadn't cheated, lied. I'd given up everything—my independence, my sense of self—and for what? For a man who couldn't keep his dick in his pants? The more I thought about it, the more I realized so

❈ ❈ Alessia Pov ❈ ❈ ❀Five Years Later❀ "Dad, what time do we get picked up from school?" Liam asked, swinging his legs under the breakfast table. He was six now, gangly in that way kids get before they figure out how to move through their bodies. His hair was too long and his uniform was already wrinkled from play, and he looked exactly like a child who belonged to this home. "Three-thirty," Jeffrey said, cutting Liam's waffle into pieces. "Miss Willy, will wait with you if I'm running late. You remember what I told you?" "Wait with the teacher. Don't go with anyone else. Even if they know my name." "Good man." Jeffrey ruffled his hair. "Are you ready for your first day?" Liam nodded seriously, like he was about to negotiate a business deal instead of starting first grade. "I'm going to make lots of friends. And I'm going to tell them about my dad." The casual way he said it—"my dad"—still got to me. After five years, it still made me look up from my coffee and just watch the t

[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