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- { 𝐱𝐯𝐢𝐢. 𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐓 }
TWO WEEKS LATER
8 PM
I had finally gained the courage to go back to my house and get the rest of my things. Dee and I had just finished shopping for the things that she and I needed for our apartment, and I knew that my first semester of online classes was starting soon, I had to get my supplies. As much as I hated to, I had to.
Pushing it to the back of my mind all day, I waited until it was late enough I didn't have to worry about any of them seeing us next door.
So far in my pregnancy I hadn't started showing yet (I thanked my lucky stars for that), but the morning sickness was terrible. But God, the worst thing I had to deal with was how sensitive my breasts were. Hopefully that will dial down soon.
According to what Mom had told Dee when they thought I hadn't been listening—Mister Jeon's ex wife had been coming over almost every single day. I had maybe cried about that once I heard that while eavesdropping. I should have expected it—but the hurt and clenching of my heart knew that it would hurt even if I expected it.
Dee and I carefully looked next door, and yep Mrs. Jeon's (I expected they reconciled by now) car was in the drive. The lights were on in the house, thank god there was no sign of the Jeon's outside.
"C'mon—let's get this shit done, girl. When I was here, I made sure the drapes on your window were closed...after I had made sure that bastard got a good look at your bare room." Dee smirked slightly, "Ah, I love being petty." She sighed, tucking strands of her pink hair behind her ears.
A snort escaped my lips, Dee really was the perfect best friend.
Opening the door of Dee's car, I jumped out and closed the door softly behind me. Dee followed me, and together we walked to my front door and walked inside.
"Mom! Dad! We're here." I called, looking inside the living room. Mom and Father were sitting together on the couch, with Papa Nathan and Papa Victor. Their faces lit up as they caught sight of Dee and I.
