All Chapters of Pregnant and Rejected, Now She’s Back!: Chapter 121 - Chapter 128

“H-hey.” She greeted when he came out of it car.“What are you doing here.” She sounded surprised but not suspicious.“Passing through when I saw you. What brought you here.”“Oh un, nostalgia.”He nodded as if she made total sense.“Were you able to visit your friend.”“Yeah I did, it was a good visit.”“I just got the fuel, I’m going to get the hen and see you at home, don’t cook, I’ll get us something to eat.”His smile was so genuine she wondered if she was beyond saving, because she couldn’t even muster up the tiniest tinge of guilt.She got home and tried to scrub the ghetto out of her body, wondering how she was ever able to live there.He got home with fried rice, chicken salad and chicken.“I hope you’re a fried rice person,”“With my skills, I can’t be picky. Welcome home.” She regarded his sweaty countenance and grease stained shirt. “You look . . . Like you’ve had better days.”“I like the sound of that.”“I didn’t know you were a masochist.”“I meant the welcome home.”“O

She was awake at the crack of dawn, earlier than he usually woke up for his prayers. She searched, all her bags, every inch of her room even under her bed, as though she might have sleep walked and kept it there.After turning her room insude out she went out to the car, creeping like a thief in the darkness.She rummaged through the seats praying she hadn’t left it in her apartment, but it wasn’t there. She opened the boot of the car and saw a brown package there.She knew that couldn’t be it because it wasn’t wrapped but deeperatioj made her tear it open.She stepped back when red fabric fell to the good of the car.She picked it up what seems to be a garter and unfolded the rest of it.Lingerie. Her husband’s possibly ex paramour gifted her lingerie. Huh.She gave up the search making a mental note to call her former landlord the next day and went back to sleep.When she wone up, It was as if the previous events had never happened, if there wasn’t a missing plate in the set of 12

The soap burned the small cut on my knuckle as I scrubbed the last plate in the massive pile the household staff had deliberately left for me.Three years of this and you’d think I’d be used to it by now, but the casual cruelty still managed to sting in ways I didn’t want to examine too closely.I rinsed the plate and set it carefully in the drying rack, my hands moving with the efficiency of someone who’d done this hundreds of times before, then dried my hands and headed upstairs to tackle the next task on my invisible list of duties.Aurelia’s laundry sat in a delicate heap on our bedroom floor, silks and cashmeres that required hand washing because the dry cleaners could never get them quite right according to her exacting standards.I filled the basin with cool water and special detergent, working the fabric gently between my fingers while my mind drifted to the dinner I’d planned for tonight.Today was our anniversary. Three years since her grandfather had asked me to marry into

I fell asleep at my desk again.I knew it even before I fully woke up, the way your neck tells you before your brain catches up, that dull ache spreading from the base of my skull down between my shoulder blades. My cheek was pressed against the corner of a fabric swatch book, and the imprint of it was probably going to stay on my face for the next twenty minutes. I'd knocked over my pencil cup at some point and a dozen colored pencils had rolled across the blueprints I'd been trying to finish since eleven.It was past two in the morning. The loft was quiet except for the hum of the city seven floors below, that low constant sound that Los Angeles never fully turned off, and the desk lamp I'd forgotten to angle away from my eyes was throwing a warm yellow circle across the scattered fabric samples and paint chips and almost empty coffee mug that had been full when I sat down.I didn't move yet.I knew what was waiting in that place just before full waking, the tail end of the dream I'