The Homewrecker (BWWM)

Chapter 2-The police officer

11 years later

I lit the final candle on my son's birthday cake. He was finally eleven. He's a smart boy, he was about to start middle school and before you know it he was going to go high school, then college...

The thought of it almost brought tears to my eyes. He was as I visioned him when I was pregnant with him. Biracial with soft curly hair. He had it shaved on the sides and had a top knot. I could already tell he had all the girls lined up in his class. You would think he was mixed with some Asian because his eyes were slanted. I already knew he would be the tallest guy in his middle school class. Ethan and I were both tall and Noah was almost to my chest. He loved sports and always smiled. But today he was very angry. Ethan promised to be home to celebrate Noah's birthday but it was almost 12am. His birthday was almost over and Ethan didn't even call to wish him happy birthday.

Noah didn't blow out the candle, instead he smacked the cake and made it fall on the floor. "Noah! What's the matter with you!"

He rolled his eyes "I have a piece of shit dad"

"Language!"

He sucked his teeth before storming upstairs.

I sighed.

Michelle our maid came downstairs with some presents, but Noah ran past her and shut his door with a loud bang.

Michelle asked if she could go after him but I shook my head. She came down and attempted to clean the cake mess "it's alright Michelle, I got it"

I liked Michelle. She was working for us since Noah was 5 years old. We had a tight bond. Like a sibling bond. She was my height and very beautiful with long brunette and hair and brown big eyes. Kind of reminded me of the singer Selena.

"No please, I'm a maid it's my job" she said already grabbing a broom "I don't even blame him for throwing that cake down, it's his birthday and his own father forgot"

I couldn't argue with that. For probably the last five years of our marriage he has been working 24/7. But when it comes to Noah he always puts him first..but ever since the last few months he hasn't really been there for any of us.

Growing up I matured. Even though I was a stay at home mother I appreciated everything Ethan did for us. I hated my past but I will never forget where I came from. Having money isn't shit to me anymore.

"It's fine, I'm sure he will make up for it" I said defending my husband

"Make up for what? For being a horrible husband and father? Open your eye Hazel..I can't believe you aren't seeing this, he's obviously has something else making him happy"

I stared at my friend. I was shocked that she would say something that mean. I mean yeah he wasn't a good husband or father right now but that's none of her business "that is none of your damn business Michelle!"

She grabbed her chest and I knew she regretted saying what she just said. Instead she sighed and apologized

"Save it okay, you are here to work, I can't believe you would make me think my own husband isn't happy with Noah and I..that's low..

"I didn't mean it like that..

"Just clean up that fucking mess Michelle!" I said grabbing my purse attempting to go upstairs to my son but she blocked my path "you know my intentions Hazel. You know me better then anyone, I did not mean to anger you but I just don't like seeing you and Noah like this..I mean come on..this is the second time he forgot his sons birthday..

"Like I said Michelle...

The front door opened and we all turned to see Ethan come in. He was already removing his tie not realizing anything. He looked up to see us. He waved and walked to the stairs but stopped in his tracks once he spotted Noah.