All Chapters of He Got a Dream Vacation, I Got Three Kids: Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

I saw Samson Ferrell's and Maya Taylors' bodies pressed very closely together in the photo. Her neck was also covered in bite marks and hickeys.My fingertips hovered over the photo for a long time before finally sliding downward.Samson was shirtless, his arms casually draped over Maya's shoulders.I couldn't help looking down at his waist and abdomen.Ten years had passed, and yet, the muscle lines on his lower abs were still clear and well-defined. It was the kind of physique achievable only through long-term, high-intensity training.He had been taking really "good" care of himself. On the other hand, I had aged terribly over the same timeframe.I had barely managed to survive on the living expenses he sent me every month, and I'd been so busy that I hadn't even taken a proper look at myself in the mirror in a long time.I instinctively lifted my hand and pressed down lightly on my tummy through my pajamas, where my three curved C-section scars were. I moved my hand slight

Patricia continued complaining to Samson. "Your wife and kids tried kicking me out and even called me a dirty old hag!"She then slapped her thighs and wailed loudly as if she had been utterly wronged.Samson frowned and looked at me. He asked, "Is Mom telling the truth? What were you kicking up a fuss for? Can't you just behave yourself on Christmas day?"I chuckled out loud and met his gaze.His face was still well-preserved, looking as youthful as it had ten years ago. However, his behavior and demeanor had changed. He was now a completely different person.It was also winter when we got married ten years ago.He would always rush home eagerly after work and even bring me little gifts every day. We were poor and thrifty back then, but at least we were very happy.He used to buy me my favorite snacks, pull my hands into his, and whisper gentle nothings into my ears."I'm sorry that you have to suffer with me, darling. I promise that I'll give you a better life and make you

The weather in the mountains was crisp, clean, and refreshing.I posted three more photos of me and my daughters on my private, close friends' stories.The first one was a photo of Bernice, Eunice, and Janice at the airport, dressed in light-blue down jackets as they huddled close to me like three little bear cubs who'd just emerged from their caves, with the huge flight information screen behind us.My caption read, "Just finished unlocking the new map."The second photo showed Bernice stumbling and falling at the ski resort, her little face flushed despite the stubborn look in her eyes. Beside her, Eunice handed her a pair of gloves, while Janice stuck out her tongue to catch a falling snowflake.Under it, I wrote, "Nothing can stop us—except for the snow. The snowflakes taste sweet here."The third photo showed the terrace of our rented cabin, with a freshly baked apple pie, a mug of hot chocolate, and an open children's book on the table.My caption read, "The scenery is for

There was also a small line of text written in red next to it."Samson worked a lot of overtime this month, so I bought him some steak as a nice surprise. It was 30 dollars per pound. I'll just skip lunch to make up for the difference."His fingers paused for a second before he continued reading down the page."February 14th. Valentine's Day. He gave me an LV lipstick today, saying that it was recommended to him by a female colleague. It was 160 dollars. I like it, but it's too expensive. Gotta be more thrifty in next month's spending."Side note, he remembered that it was Valentine's Day, and I'm really happy that he did. I'm secretly knitting a scarf for him. Spent 25 dollars on yarn."May 12th. He spent 2,000 dollars on a gift for his mom's birthday today. We only have 500 dollars left in emergency funds this month. But Bernice's school fees need to be paid next month."Side note, Patricia called and praised Samson for being thoughtful, but never mentioned me."August 23rd. H

"Hey, Alex! There's a flea market in town this afternoon. Wanna come along?" Crystal asked. "Let's go find some cute and interesting trinkets for your girls!""Sure," I said, waving my mug of coffee at her.Life was like a slow and calm river, carrying my daughters and me toward a stable future together.My phone vibrated on the table just then, and it was an email from Fred.The divorce case was a success, and I was legally divorced. The joint marital property Maya had taken has now been returned to my account.Several photos were also attached to the email.They were of Samson walking out of the courthouse alone, his back slightly hunched over. He was clutching the mediation agreement in his hand as he slowly made his way toward a plain cab parked by the roadside.Neither Maya nor Patricia was with him. It was just him by himself.I heard from my friends back home that Maya had made a huge scene after he kept chasing her for the money back, and she'd even spread his scandal a