Married To A Playgirl

Chapter 27

After years have passed........

Asteria Celeste Averix Levington POV

I stood by the window, taking in the chilly air. Contrary to what my friend thinks, I'm not in South Korea. I fabricated my whereabouts, ensuring nobody knows my true location, especially my ex-wife. She wouldn't be able to track me down even if she tried. During my pregnancy, I stayed in the United States, far from prying eyes.

My gaze shifted to my son, happily engrossed in play. Over the years, he's grown into a handsome young boy. Sometimes, I see traces of my ex-wife in him, a reminder of her presence in our lives. Despite the complexities, their resemblance is undeniable.

"Mommy," he called out, pulling me from my thoughts. I turned to him, masking the unease of his question about his other mother. He's still too young to understand the complexities of our situation. He affectionately calls Kian "Mama."

"Do you want some cake, Zyrone?" I diverted the conversation, avoiding the topic he broached. His face lit up, eagerly requesting red velvet flavor, showcasing his expanding vocabulary.

"Do you want to help Mommy?" I involved him in baking, cherishing these moments. Together, we prepared the ingredients, his curious eyes following every step.

"I'm hungry," he complained as we waited for the cake to bake. I chuckled, comforting him, and distracting him with playful banter.

"Yeah!" he exclaimed as the oven timer beeped, signaling the cake was ready. We decorated it together, his enthusiasm infectious despite my inner turmoil.

As I watched him, I couldn't shake thoughts of his father. Despite my efforts, memories of her lingered, haunting me. I wondered if she found happiness with her new partner, if their child was thriving. I gently wiped icing off his face, lost in bittersweet memories.

I severed ties with the Philippines, disconnecting from social media and abandoning my old life. Here in the present, I focus solely on my son, finding solace in his presence.

"Is it tasty?" I asked, breaking from my reverie as he savored the cake. His contented smile warmed my heart, reaffirming my purpose.

"Do you still want to play?" I inquired, eager to indulge him. With just the two of us, our bond is unbreakable. He's my constant companion, bringing joy to my solitary existence.

As we strolled through the park, I couldn't shake thoughts of my past life. What became of my friends and family back in the Philippines? Despite my reluctance, I know I must return, if only for my son to meet his relatives.

Encountering my ex-wife again filled me with a mix of emotions. Her presence still stirs something within me, despite the passage of time. I can't help but fear her reaction upon seeing our son. Their uncanny resemblance is undeniable, a silent testament to our shared past.

As uncertainty looms, I brace myself for whatever lies ahead, knowing that our reunion may unearth dormant emotions, both painful and liberating.