Edna Johnson is a young mother who's had to learn survival the hard way. Abandoned by her parents and betrayed by the man she once loved, she's determined to give her child the love and stability she never had-even if it means standing alone.
Alex L...
"Mum, wake up," a familiar voice stirred me. "Yes, Peter, what is it?" I asked in a sleepy voice. "Today's Saturday, remember?" Peter reminded me.
Oh shit, I forgot. With everything going on over the past few days, I had completely forgotten that Peter was going to see his Nana (my adopted mother).
"Yes, Peter, I remember," I replied.
Hearing that, Peter ran out of the room, extremely delighted. Apart from Mrs. Trent, the only other person Peter was very close to was my mum.
Thinking about it now—how will I tell her I'm getting married to the man who humiliated me years ago, leaving me with a child to raise all by myself? Of course, my mother helped too, despite suffering from cancer. That was another reason I had to get a job as soon as possible after losing the one at Alex's company.
Mother was so fond of Peter—they acted like they could be siblings in another life.
I got out of bed, tied my hair into a bun, brushed my teeth, and went downstairs to prepare breakfast before getting Peter and myself ready to visit my mum.
As I walked to the kitchen, I froze in place—shocked at the sight before me.
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ALEX'S POV
After returning from my morning exercise, I decided to go into the kitchen to get some water from the refrigerator. That was when I bumped into a little being.
"Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!" he screeched. He looked like he was about to cry.
"Hey, don't cry. I'm sorry... I didn't see you coming," I said, trying to console him.
He burst out laughing with his tiny little voice. "I was joking with you," he said.
And at that point, I had to join in his laughter.
In that moment, I remembered Edna saying she had a son. This must be the little boy—they had the same sense of humor.
"I'm Mr. Laurent, but you can call me Alex," I told him. "And you must be Edna's son. What's your name?" I asked.
"My name is Peter," he answered.
"What are you doing here all by yourself? And where is your mother?" I asked.
Just as he was about to reply, I looked up and saw Edna coming downstairs. It was obvious she had just woken up by the way she looked. Damn— even when she didn't try, she still looked sexy as hell. It felt like déjà vu, seeing her coming down those stairs.
Peter ran to her, and she lifted him into her arms. "Mum, I met Alex! He's the owner of this magnificent house," he told her excitedly.
She smiled at him with a not-so-sincere grin. I had a feeling she wasn't happy seeing me with her son.
She set him down, and he ran back upstairs.
"Seems like you've met my son," she said.
"Yeah, he's such a funny boy... he's got a great sense of humor," I replied.
She chuckled. "Yes, very funny boy," she said, smiling proudly, like she knew she had brought something special into the world.
"Alex," she called my name while taking a bottle of water from the refrigerator.
"Yes, Edna?" I answered.
"I don't want Peter to know I'm getting married, and I don't want to get him involved in this mess I got myself into."
I felt a sting as she said it—but she had a point. It was better to spare the innocent boy from the pain of his mother's choices.
"I agree with you," I said, trying to reassure her. "Who is his father, by the way?" I asked.
"That's not your business to know," she replied, her eyes full of hostility.
I have to admit—it felt sad knowing she had moved on so fast after everything that happened, and that the father of the child had left her to handle everything alone.
Knowing Edna, she might have hurt him too.
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