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Just when I thought I could finally breathe, my phone rang. It was Pedro.
His voice was heavy with exhaustion. “Stella, come pick me up from the hospital.”
“I just finished the baby’s check-up. I’m exhausted.”
“Also, Lily’s not producing enough milk, and the baby’s a bit malnourished. The doctor said she needs bette
nutrition.”
“Your cook, Mrs. Gable, makes that amazing chicken broth. When you pick me up, have her make a big po for Lily to help with her milk, and maybe some of that abalone soup to build up her strength.”
He said it all so casually, as if Lily had given birth to my son.
I cursed under my breath. Then, under my parents’ astonished gazes, I snapped back, “How about I stew a
pair of my old shoes for you? Would you eat that, you cheating scumbag?”
“Go to hell.”
I then hung up, blocked his number, and deleted his contact. The whole nine yards.
Calling him a scumbag was letting him off easy. Having a baby with another woman and then expecting me to handle her postpartum care? He had to be dreaming.
The System was gone, and so was the pathetic, bootlicking Stella who would have died for him. I would never again forgive him, never again enable his madness.
Chapter 2
