Kill the Mistress, Not My Problem! - Chapter 8: Chapter 8
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I rediscovered my old hobbies, slinging a small bag over my shoulder and wandering wherever the mood took me. Every now and then, inspiration struck, and I'd create something I was proud of. My rebuilt social media presence slowly grew, gathering a decent following. I even adopted a cat—though naming wasn't my strong suit, so I went with "Little Blossom" based on her coloring. Waking up to her curled against me, letting out those tiny, sleepy meows—it was pure comfort. Even my usually stern mother couldn't resist her.
Then, out of nowhere, Ryan Carter showed up.
I was scooping Little Blossom into my arms, ready to head out, when I opened the door and there he was. The shock lasted only a second before it clicked—of course he'd found me. With his resources, tracking me down was nothing. We sat across from each other in the living room, the air thick with unspoken tension. Oddly, I felt nothing but calm. No anger, no questions. Whatever we'd once been, we weren't anymore.
"When are you going back?"
"Back where?"
"Brooklyn."
Silence stretched between us, heavy and suffocating. He didn't even let me speak.
"The old man's worried about you, Lila. You're not a kid anymore." His voice was rough with exhaustion, but the command in it was unmistakable. "Running off without a word—did you even think about how that would affect people? And now you're pregnant. Come home. Have the baby. My mother will take care of you."
A sharp, bitter laugh bubbled up inside me. He had no idea. Of course he didn't—his attention had always been reserved for Emma White. If he'd bothered to look into my life at all, he'd know the "bastard" he was talking about was already gone. If Old Mr. Carter hadn't pressured him, Ryan wouldn't even be here.
I kept my eyes down, lips curling into a cold smirk. "I aborted the child." My voice was steady, deliberate. "Thank Old Mr. Carter for his concern. I'll visit when I can. You can leave now."
The shock on his face was almost satisfying. He shot to his feet, jaw clenched, eyes dark. "Say that again."
"The child?" I tilted my head, making sure he heard every word. "I said I already aborted it."
His expression twisted, but I didn't wait for a response. "Ryan, we're divorced. Don't come looking for me again."
With that, I turned and walked away, leaving him standing there.
Then, out of nowhere, Ryan Carter showed up.
I was scooping Little Blossom into my arms, ready to head out, when I opened the door and there he was. The shock lasted only a second before it clicked—of course he'd found me. With his resources, tracking me down was nothing. We sat across from each other in the living room, the air thick with unspoken tension. Oddly, I felt nothing but calm. No anger, no questions. Whatever we'd once been, we weren't anymore.
"When are you going back?"
"Back where?"
"Brooklyn."
Silence stretched between us, heavy and suffocating. He didn't even let me speak.
"The old man's worried about you, Lila. You're not a kid anymore." His voice was rough with exhaustion, but the command in it was unmistakable. "Running off without a word—did you even think about how that would affect people? And now you're pregnant. Come home. Have the baby. My mother will take care of you."
A sharp, bitter laugh bubbled up inside me. He had no idea. Of course he didn't—his attention had always been reserved for Emma White. If he'd bothered to look into my life at all, he'd know the "bastard" he was talking about was already gone. If Old Mr. Carter hadn't pressured him, Ryan wouldn't even be here.
I kept my eyes down, lips curling into a cold smirk. "I aborted the child." My voice was steady, deliberate. "Thank Old Mr. Carter for his concern. I'll visit when I can. You can leave now."
The shock on his face was almost satisfying. He shot to his feet, jaw clenched, eyes dark. "Say that again."
"The child?" I tilted my head, making sure he heard every word. "I said I already aborted it."
His expression twisted, but I didn't wait for a response. "Ryan, we're divorced. Don't come looking for me again."
With that, I turned and walked away, leaving him standing there.
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