Owen also posted a picture on Instagram of himself kissing Serena’s pregnant belly. His caption read, “I’m going to be a dad!”
I laughed, pulled out the medical examination report from my bag, took a picture of it, and sent it to the group chat.
Then, I posted it on Instagram with the caption, “I’m not sticking around for a guy who can’t have kids. I’m an only child, so yeah.”
After I left the group chat, Owen wouldn’t stop calling me on WhatsApp and my phone. I didn’t even bother checking and blocked him right away.
I’d been focused on getting back to work for two months after the divorce.
One morning, Mom stopped by. She gently stroked my hair, sounding worried as she said, ‘ I’ve got you a spa appointment this afternoon, Elle. You need to relax. Don’t burn yourself out.”
I paused, realizing that ever since my last marriage, I’d been stuck in a routine of housework, with no time for myself or to really live.
My eyes started to well up. “Okay. Thanks, Mom.”
Was that what it was like to be taken care of?
“I’ll make up for all the pain you’ve been through, silly goose. No one’s ever going to look down on you again.”
I held onto her waist and cried for what felt like forever.
As I was heading out in the afternoon, Grace handed me an envelope. “Ms. Cromwell, this is from Mrs. Cromwell. She said there’s a banquet tonight, and the driver will pick you up at 6:00 pm.”
I opened the envelope and found my new ID, a bank card, and a Bentley key.
Without thinking twice, I drove straight to the mall. I treated myself to a facial and got my makeup and hair done. By the end of it, I felt so much better.
