Percy softly touched Eulalie’s lower belly, his face full of affection.
“Sister Elijah, we’re going to have a baby soon. When will you divorce that old guy?”
“I don’t want my son calling someone else Dad!”
Eulalie smiled.
She leaned into Percy’s arms and smiled in a gentle way.
“Don’t hurry for now. Valerian still doesn’t know about this.”
“There are still some key company files in his hands.”
“After I take everything from him, then we can get ready for the divorce.”
After that, Eulalie kept talking about many other things.
She spoke about their plans for the future.
She talked about the good life ahead.
She said she would do all she could to protect this baby and to let Percy live the best life possible.
Those words, mixed with the cold winter wind, pressed into my chest little by little, like slow torture.
In the end, Eulalie held Percy’s hand.
She placed the safety lock that I once begged for, step by step, kneeling and bowing, around his neck.
“I’ve already given our baby a name, Asher.”
“It means together again and whole, joy and satisfaction.”
Asher… Asher…
So this baby was never mine.
So the small bit of love left behind was fake as well.
Back then, because of Eulalie’s words, I felt ashamed and couldn’t eat or sleep.
To show how much I loved her, I pushed through deep snow, bowing and kneeling one step at a time to pray for her safety lock.
I promised I would succeed.
I promised I would give her a stable life.
That unborn baby was proof of our affection.
It was the reason that kept me moving forward.
But now, Eulalie gave this safety lock to someone else.
She repaid what she owed the baby and me by handing it to the other man and her illegitimate child.
I took a slow breath, trying to act like it didn’t matter.
But Percy noticed me right away.
He laughed and said, “Sister Eulalie, your kept man is here again to watch over you.”
“If you ask me, some people should stop trying so hard to get attention, okay?”
He played with the safety lock, his face full of dislike.
“If you can’t please your own woman, don’t blame others for stepping in first.”
“Instead of crying and causing trouble here, you might as well go home and think about what you’ll do when you get kicked out one day.”
He was clearly trying to make me mad, wishing I would get into a loud fight with Eulalie.
But what he didn’t understand was that I had already stopped caring.