To this day, Mom still believed that David was the one who caused the rift between us. What my mom didn’t know though... was that David not liking women.
If anything, David was less of my childhood friend and more of my best girlfriend.
I need to get rid of David as soon as possible. That was the reason I had to come up with a drastic plan—having Elijah play the role of my so-called “lover.”
It had been a bit chaotic, but the moment my mom realized I finally ended up with Elijah, she was overjoyed. She practically skipped off to start planning our wedding.
Elijah came with me to register Parry’s birth certificate sorted out. On our way to the General Registry, he glanced at me and asked, “Are we really doing this? What’s the plan if it backfires?”
I waved him off impatiently. “First, I get the divorce. Then, I take back everything David took from me. We’ll figure out the rest later.”
Elijah didn’t seem too concerned. Instead, he held Parry close, completely smitten, rocking him gently the entire ride.
“Be good, Parry. Say ‘Daddy,’ let me hear it.”
I punched him in the arm. “Hey! Don’t corrupt my son.”
Elijah scoffed. “Annes, don’t be ungrateful. I’m putting in the hard work playing your husband—if nothing else, I at least deserve some credit. What’s the harm in letting your kid call me ‘Dad’?”
I stared in disbelief as Elijah tried to hoist my son onto his shoulders for a ride. This man was supposed to be a suave, powerful CEO. He usually looked so cool. But the moment he saw a kid, it was like his brain short-circuited.
I handed over Parry’s birth certificate to the government agency. The staff asked for my son's name.
I answered, “Parry Brassie.”
Hearing that name, my heart suddenly felt hollow. Memories of my past life, of what happened after my death, came rushing back.
Back then, David had agreed to let the baby take my last name. At least on the surface. But not long after I died, he dumped Parry in an orphanage.
Someone had tried to reason with him. “Come on, David, he’s still your son. Do you really have to be this heartless?
He’ll be treated like a real orphan. Kids like that get bullied. He’ll have a miserable life!”
David just scoffed, his voice ice-cold. “A kid with someone else’s last name isn’t my son. He’s just a bastard.”
Then he turned, wrapping his arm tenderly around Elinor. Resting his ear against her swollen belly, he smiled, full of affection.