My Husband Thinks I’m My Own Mistress Chapter 18

My Husband Thinks I’m My Own Mistress Chapter 18

I kept three shares of the stolen company stock for myself. I gave the other seven to Elara.

I’d done all I could.

She wouldn’t destroy what was hers.

I couldn’t make sense of the love and hate between us anymore.

I even started to fear seeing her.

The day before Elara’s wedding.

I found out I was pregnant.

I sat blank on a hospital bench, lost in my head.

Kael finished talking to the doctor, walked over, and ruffled my hair.

“Not happy about it?”

“Do you really think I’d be a good mom?”

My voice was hollow.

“My family’s a mess. My love life’s a mess. I don’t even know if I’m normal anymore..”

“You are normal. You’re just hurt, baby.”

Kael knelt down and sighed. “So go see a therapist. Please?”

I used to fight him tooth and nail whenever he brought it up.

But now…

I smiled at him.

I lifted my cold fingers and touched his cheek.

“Kael, you got stuck with me and all this mess. You really got the short end of the stick.”

Before he could argue, I laughed again.

“But you can’t escape now. It’s too late.”

“I’ll go to therapy after Elara’s wedding. Don’t worry about me.”

Kael went quiet.

After a long moment, he said, “Baby, something’s off with you.”

“Are you gonna leave me?”

My body went rigid.

I had no idea how he knew. He read me like a book, like he could see right into my head.

I was planning to leave after Elara’s wedding.

For good.

Disappear.

I was scared I’d never be able to leave if I stayed any longer.

I’d realized, terrified, that I was falling for Kael.

I got anxious when he was late. My chest ached when he looked tired.

It was a dangerous thing.

I’d been abandoned by my parents once. I never wanted to feel that kind of pain again.

But I couldn’t stop myself from falling for him anyway.

Leaving was the only choice I had… What else could I do?

“Kael, please. Let me go.”

My voice cracked.

“I can’t… I really can’t…” I couldn’t love someone again.

Kael took my hand gently.

He didn’t answer my question.

He just said,

“Honey, let’s keep this baby.”

“I booked a vasectomy for the day after tomorrow.”

Mom and Dad weren’t invited to Elara’s wedding.

But Mom showed up anyway, hiding behind the lawn.

She watched and cried, wiping her eyes over and over.

She still didn’t care about me. All she saw was the older daughter she’d failed as a kid.

Years of silence, neglect, coldness.

I thought I’d forgotten what it felt like to be loved by her.

But I hadn’t.

The second I saw her, the warm old memories came rushing back.

When I was little, she held my hand and walked barefoot with me by the ocean.

She dressed up as Santa and left me presents.

When I had gastritis and stayed in the hospital, she sat by my bed and cried for me.

I pressed my hand to my stomach.

I’m gonna have this baby.

I thought to myself.

I’m gonna take one more chance.

I wanted the warmth I’d lost so long ago.