Chapter 2
Chapter 2
I zoned out for a sec–right, he wasn’t legally the kid’s dad, so no one called him. “When he needed blood, I showed them your donor card for family priority. Didn’t work,” I said, staring him down.
Ryan dodged my gaze, pulling a lame excuse: “Hospital system’s ancient. I donated last month–probably not in the
database yet.”
Sure.” I didn’t bother calling his bluff, just stayed quiet. He kissed my forehead, all patronizing: “Glad he’s okay. You ake care of him–I got work.”
As he leaned in, I caught his phone screen. Kayla had sent a crying emoji: “Babe, my car’s totaled. Can you take me to
he shop?”
Meanwhile, the cemetery called–my son’s plot was ready. Once he was buried, I’d bounce. So I started packing.
n our bedroom, I found a red bookmark we had gotten together from a matchmaking temple during our trip to
apan years ago.
yan’s handwriting was imprinted on it: “I will love Alia forever.”
Back then, he smiled at me after writing it, and I truly believed he loved me deeply.
But in Kayla’s account, I discovered that Ryan had donated an expensive prayer tower at that same Japanese temple
or the two of them.
‘raying for their health and safety together.
How could a free bookmark ever compare to a prayer tower that cost over a hundred thousand dollars annually?
n the bedroom, his handmade buckwheat pillow. After I had the baby, I couldn’t sleep, so he pulled all–nighters to nake it. Every night, I thought, “He loves me*. Then Kayla bragged about their $1M imported mattress.
tossed all his crappy gifts in the trash, stuffed my stuff in boxes. Zane texted:
Alia, two weeks–Urban Oasis Hotel, main ballroom!]
Right then, Kayla posted a TikTok: pouting while waving a contract.
[Finally booked the reception hall with my stepbrother! Urban Oasis Hotel, junior ballroom!] Someone asked why not the main hall. She batted her lashes:
[Gotta save for my little princess–kids cost a fortune!]
Comments poured in, but one stood out:
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[You and the baby come first. I’ll give you the works.]
Kayla replied with heart eye emojis. I knew that username–Ryan.
Years back, I tried to break up, found out I was pregnant. He swore to commit, but we never had a wedding. Now my kid was gone, and he was popping for another woman’s dream wedding–after knocking up his stepsister.
I wiped my face, texted Zane:
Thank you, love.]
That afternoon, Ryan finally remembered he had a son: “Went to the hospital–where is he?”
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