Dear Ex You Belong With Me

VERONICA

On the day of our fifth wedding anniversary, my husband Christian's unforgettable ex-girlfriend appeared, with her bright and seductive aura that perhaps melted my husband's indifferent heart.

I, being the third wheel in their lives, watched them having a romantic candlelight dinner, which had never happened in the five years of our married life.

Far worse was that my four-year-old son Zeon was equally involved in this happy picture.

Zeon had not been intimate with me for the last two years, yet now, he was joyfully smiling at his father's ex-lover when Celine tried to wipe the cream from the corner of his mouth. "Zeon, who do you like more? Mommy or me?" she asked.

"Aunt Celine!" my little boy replied cheerfully, without any hesitation.

My heart bled at the reply as my fingers clenched the brown envelope in my hand; inside was the pregnancy report I had just received.

My marriage with Christian was ordained by our grandparents when I was still a baby. As a result of the move, we didn't meet until the engagement party.

I never planned to rush into a marriage, but when his Grandpa called it his last wish, it was hard for me to say no. Christian had just taken over as Vice Chairman position of the Wolfe Empire when we got married.

He was so busy, and to support his career, I had to stop my career plan and become a full-time housewife.

We never dated, and the only passionate time we shared was when we had sex.

After Zeon came, we only had sex once or twice a month. Suddenly, he stopped touching me anymore two years ago, as if I had become non-existent to him.

His family also started to prevent me from taking care of Zeon in person. They said Zeon as the heir needed the authentic elite education, and I couldn't give him that when my family had been already bankrupt many years ago.

And my husband? He never had any say in it.

I once tried to discuss this with Christian, but he was always busy in the company, and I was never allowed to meet him there. My identity as his wife had never been open to the public.

The anxiety of being separated from my son was enough to drive me crazy. Just before I was about to risk breaking the rules, Christian suddenly showed up in our bedroom two months ago.

I didn't have time to say anything before he pinned me eagerly to the bed. We had sex again. I took it as a good sign. However, Christian left straight for a business trip before I woke up the next morning.

I wanted to have a talk with him when he returned. I was ready for anything until I saw the positive result of my pregnancy test this morning. I thought it was our second chance from God.

So, I ordered the cake from my husband and son's favourite restaurant, planning a surprise for our fifth anniversary. However, I received the surprise first. My heart shredded into pieces as I watched Zeon sharing a kiss on Celine's cheek.

How long hadn't he done that to me? When did my son become so close to Celine? Were they purposely keeping me from seeing Zeon because they'd already found him a new mom?

Anger crept into my heart, and when I was about to head to them, Celine's other question came.

"Would you like to live with Aunt Celine, sweet Zeon?" Her voice was sweet but sounded only like evil spells in my ears.

A hush fell over my world as Zeon excitedly raised his hands, head tilted in thought. His answer seemed imminent, and I found myself lacking the courage to hear it anymore.

That was too cruel! No mother could face the pain of her child not wanting her.

"Hey, watch out!" A shrill shriek startled me as bumped into someone. Confused, I noticed the waitress standing before me, holding a damaged cake, while some of my dress was soiled with cream.

"Oh, I-I am so sorry!" I exclaimed.

The waitress appeared irritated. "Couldn't you watch where you were going?" she said sharply. "Do you realize whose cake you've ruined? It belongs to Christian Wolfe! You've ruined his wife's cake!"

Wait a minute-his wife?

I gazed at the young woman, astonished. Christian Wolfe's wife? Could it be that he ordered a cake for me?

Then, something truly alarming happened, leaving me shaken as cold fear washed over me.

"Oh dear, what am I going to do? It was her birthday!" she lamented, her eyes glaring at me.

So the cake was for Celine? Tears of remorse and ache welled up in my eyes. For five years, my husband has never publicly acknowledged me as his wife, and now he's announcing Celine to the world.

Something just broke within me.

I swallowed hard, my fists clenched against the hem of my dress as I considered confronting him publicly. A painful whimper escaped my lips as I felt a strong grip on my arm. Before I knew it, I was pulled into a corner and roughly thrown against the wall.

Instinctively, my hands went to my belly. My heart pounded as I looked up, my eyes widening at the sight of Diana Sparkles, my mother-in-law.

She is here as well? No wonder!