Mom was terrified I’d suffer after the divorce, she wiped away tears she couldn't hold back. I stared at my parents' faces, lined with age. Weariness was clear in their eyes—and that made my heart ached more.
In my past life, my parents went mad trying to uncover the truth after my death. It wasn’t that long when they, too, were gone—killed in a car crash just like that.
The entire Brassie family was wiped out in a matter of months. The company, the family fortune—hundreds of millions—ended up in David’s hands.
He put on a show of mourning, acting like a grieving widower. Behind closed doors, however, his mistress was already pregnant and he had the audacity to move her into my house, sleeping in my bed.
The thought of it made my fists clench.
I turned to my mom and reassured her. “Don’t worry about me. Leaving David is the best thing I can do—for me and for my child.”
“And besides…” I pause, then dropped the real bombshell. “In two weeks, I’m marrying Elijah.”
Mom’s head snapped up, her face frozen in shock. “What did you just say?”
“Sweetheart, marriage isn’t a game. And why Elijah all of the sudden?”
My mom looked at me, worry deep in her eyes. “We raised you to be loyal in love. Don’t mess around with something this serious!”
My mom was so anxious that her face turned pale. She thought I was the one who had cheated and now I was getting divorced because of Elijah.
In truth, Elijah was just helping me out.
I smiled and said, “Mom, if I told you the baby was Elijah’s, would you hit me?”
My mom lunged at me with a feather duster, almost swinging it at me, but a strong hand grabbed it in mid-air.
It was Elijah.
Dressed in a sharp suit, he looked confident and poised, standing tall and handsome. He glanced at me, then smiled warmly at my mom and said, “Auntie, if you’re going to hit someone, hit me. It’s all my fault, don’t blame Annes.”
He stood protectively before me, looking like he was ready to shield me from anything. Something about the way he did it somehow made my mom’s anger fade halfway.
“You two are unbelievable... I tried to get you together from the start, but neither of you would listen. Now look at this mess... sigh!” she lamented.
Elijah had been my childhood best friend, the boy next door who grew up with me. Three years ago, my mom was adamant about getting us together, but I was stubborn and set on marrying David.