I Used To Cling To Him At Night, Now I Turn My Back Chapter 07

I Used To Cling To Him At Night, Now I Turn My Back Chapter 07

By the time Lila called, I’d already packed the last suitcase.

“Babe, can you watch Milo for a few days? Please? want some alone time with my husband.”

“You can stay at my Sterling Penthouse downtown. Make yourselves at home.”

I looked quietly at the three suitcases lined up by the door.

After we got married, I’d secretly bought the Cliffside Retreat.

Callan was always busy.

Even though the renovations had been finished last year, we’d never found the time to spend a

single vacation there together.

Maybe now was the perfect time for me to enjoy it alone.

I was still hesitating when a little voice piped up on the other end.

Lila covered the receiver and whispered,

“I’ve heard kids can actually help with touch starvation.”

The comments immediately lit up.

[Wait, the side character has touch starvation?]

[Touch starvation? Please, that’s nothing. I had it way worse back when…]

[Why do I suddenly feel kind of bad for her? Too bad she’s not the female lead.]

“Lila… if even Aunt Selene doesn’t want me, am I stuck with the nanny again?”

I clenched my jaw.

This little troublemaker really was a nightmare.

The moment I unloaded my luggage outside Lila’s building, I regretted everything.

Across the street, few enormous words gleamed in the sunlight. Holloway Holdings.

From the windows in the living room, I could see everything happening inside that office tower-

crystal clear.

Perfect. Now I’d get to watch my husband have coffee with another woman.

And if I went downstairs for groceries, I’d probably run into their dates too.

The automatic curtains slid open. Bright sunlight hit my face.

“Aunt Selene, wake up! Breakfast’s ready!”

“I made heart–shaped eggs today.”

“We’re out of heavy cream, and the grocery store doesn’t open until noon, so my little cakes won’t

be ready until this afternoon.”

I rubbed my eyes.

Milo’s adorable face filled my vision. So did another wall of comments.

[Honestly, she should start a vlog called ‘The Daily Routine of a Five–Year–Old Who Has His Lif

Together.‘]

[This is backwards. Isn’t this basically child labor? What an awful woman.]

After changing my phone number, I spent the next few days hiding at Lila’s place.

All I did was eat and sleep.

Eventually, Milo couldn’t stand me anymore.

He even called in reinforcements from his uncle and decided he’d rather stay with the nanny than

spend another day with me.

“You’re such a good boy.”

“After breakfast, I’ll take you shopping.”

Lila would be home tonight.

By then, I’d be gone. I wouldn’t have to see Callan again.

Besides, I really should be nicer to him. Otherwise I’d never hear the end of it from Lila.

He tilted his little head and stared at my stomach with obvious disapproval.

“You should’ve started going for walks days ago! You’re getting chubby!”

After we finished grocery shopping, Milo stopped dead in front of an ice cream shop.

He planted himself in front of the door and insisted we go in.

The moment we stepped inside, I saw two familiar faces.

Callan. And the female lead.