All Chapters of Mommy, Please Forgive Daddy: Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

Chapter OnePriscilla’s POV"The number you dialed is not reachable at the moment. Please leave a message, or try again later."Who would've thought this was how I'd be spending my 5th year anniversary. No, that's the wrong way to put it. Who deluded me to think this year would be any different from the others.I stared at the screen of my phone as it dimmed and went black. The clock in the corner read eleven forty-two.Outside, the rain was coming down hard against the tall windows of the dining room. Thunder rattled the glass every few minutes, making the small flame on the candles flicker.The music from the record player was supposed to be romantic, but right now, the soft jazz just felt loud. It filled up the space in the room that Creighton was supposed to be filling.I looked down at the table. The steak was cold, and a thin white layer of grease had started to form around the edges of the plate.The asparagus looked wilted. I had spent three hours in the kitchen making sure ev

Chapter ThreePriscilla’s POVThe days that followed were pretty much a blur of me feeling like a stranger in my own house. Creighton was barely ever home, and when he was, his mind was clearly somewhere else entirely.Chloe was everywhere now, even when she wasn't physically in the room. Her name came up in every conversation, and his phone never stopped buzzing with her texts.Whenever there was a conflict, like when I asked him to stay home for a family dinner we had planned weeks ago, he always chose her. She would have another panic attack, or she needed help moving into the penthouse, and he would just leave.On top of the emotional mess, my body was starting to act really weird. I was so exhausted I could barely keep my eyes open past eight o'clock, and the smell of the morning coffee made me want to throw up.I was standing by the kitchen counter, staring at a plate of toast and feeling completely green, when Martha came in. She was our older housekeeper who had worked for the

Chapter FivePriscilla’s POVI had booked the flight using my mother’s maiden name, trying to leave every single trace of Priscilla Cross behind in Chicago.I only had two small suitcases with me, filled with just the bare essentials and a heart that felt completely shattered into tiny pieces.During the flight to Seattle, I didn't watch the tiny TV screen or read any books. I just stared out the small airplane window, watching the clouds pass by while resting a trembling hand over my flat stomach.The air inside the cabin was freezing, but my hand felt incredibly warm against my sweater. I still couldn't entirely believe what the little paper from the clinic had said, but the constant underlying nausea was a pretty good reminder.After landing in Seattle, the weather was exactly like my mood, gray and foggy. I didn't even check into a hotel first; I went straight to a small, private clinic on the edge of the city to get a proper ultrasound.I sat alone on the cold examination table,