All Chapters of Mommy Please Come Back, Daddy Is Sorry : Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

~Isla's POV~ “It's good news.” The doctor says with a gentle smile. I had woken up in the morning with a queasy stomach and a pounding headache. I didn't know what to make of it, and my health is something I never joke with, so I rushed to the hospital. I didn't expect that nagging morning sickness to be good news. What good news? “Congratulations, Mrs. Calloway, you are three weeks pregnant.” My brain stops for a moment. I blink. “Pregnant? I'm pregnant?” I ask like I've never heard of that word before. Of course I'm not expecting it… I mean, I'm not even allowed to imagine being pregnant, so it's a big shock to me. “Yes,” the doctor nods warmly. My chest rises and falls in quick, uneven breaths, and I fight the urge to jump on the doctor in excitement, but of course I wouldn't dare. As the wife of the great Marcus Calloway, I'm always expected to maintain composure and elegance. I'm still in awe. Who could’ve thought one drunken night he didn’t even mean would lea

My body trembles in anger as I glare at the mother and daughter duo. They are wearing triumphant smiles, like their wicked plans have finally worked. “What did I ever do to you?!” I shout, my voice shaking. “Why would you do this to me? Why?” “You don’t deserve to be here, Isla!” Aunt Linda spits. “We don’t want you as part of our family. You shouldn’t have been Marcus’s wife in the first place, much less have a child for him!” Cara steps closer, her eyes filled with malice. “You’re such a low life!” she barks in my face. “You think we’re going to let you sit here and enjoy Marcus’s wealth?” Aunt Linda lets out a cruel laugh. “Marcus hates you! He was forced to marry you just to save that pathetic family of yours!” My chest tightens, anger boiling in my blood. “What a fool you are for staying in a miserable marriage, hoping that he’d love you?” She clicks her tongue. “You’re not the type of woman Marcus would look twice at!” “That is why she took advantage of his drunken

I look around me, hope filling my chest when I spot a restaurant. I have no money to buy food, but I pray someone will help me with something to eat before I look for a job tomorrow. “Hi there. Table for one?” The waiter greets me with a warm smile. I shake my head, tears pulling in my eyes. “I… I’m hungry, sir… and… I don’t have any money. Please… help me.” He stares at me in surprise, then quickly blinks. “Sure, uh… what would you like to eat?” A wave of relief washes over me. “Anything… anything, please,” I whisper. “Please, have a seat, ma’am.” He gestures to an empty table. “Thank you so much,” I say quietly, walking to the table. He mutters something to a lady who looks like the manager. She glances at me, and her eyes widen in surprise, recognition turning into anger. “That whore!” she barks, striding toward me. I jump to my feet in fear. “The only thing you’re getting is leftovers!” She turns to the man. “Fetch her the food we kept for dogs. Whores like her don