Accidentally Pregnant After Divorcing The Billionaire (Jonathan and Teresa) novel Chapter 8

8.Chapter 8 I Have A New Family

Evelyn’s voice came through the phone, soft and comforting. “Shh, shh, it’s okay, sweetheart. No need to cry.”

Teresa’s hand clenched her phone tighter, a sinking feeling in her chest.

The line was silent for a beat before Evelyn’s hesitant voice broke the quiet. “Teresa, is everything alright? I thought we’d agreed that you wouldn’t contact me after you got married.”

“Mommy, Jonathan and I have been divorced for a while now,” Teresa replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

“What?” Evelyn gasped, the shock in her voice echoing through the phone.

Teresa inhaled unevenly, her eyes brimming with emotion as she said into the phone, “Mommy, could we possibly meet after my shift ends?”

There was a pause before Evelyn responded. “You can come by my place.”

“Got it,” Teresa said, her emotions in a tangle as she hung up. She made a quick stop at the mall before heading to her mom’s.

The butler guided her to an opulent villa nestled in the upscale district, a stark contrast to the modest home of her childhood. The mansion boasted a butler and housekeeping staff, and its interior was nothing short of palatial.

Inside, her mom, Evelyn, was gently rocking a little girl, trying to calm her down. The child was even smaller than Teresa’s son, Michael, with delicate skin and a hair clip that caught the light.

Teresa’s gaze moved to Evelyn, who was dressed to the nines in glittering jewelry, looking like she’d just had a day at the spa.

Evelyn gave a lackluster smile and gestured towards a chair. “Sit down,” she said, her tone as chilly as the marble underfoot.

“What’s my sister’s name?” Teresa asked, her tone calm amidst the palpable tension.

Evelyn faltered for a moment before replying, “Isabel Wilson. My husband was the one who named her.”

Teresa’s mouth tightened, and she fell silent, her hand quietly slipping into her pocket where she nervously crumpled a piece of fabric.

The maid subtly offered a cup of coffee, the rising steam and its aroma briefly softening the room’s tension.

Evelyn’s eyes narrowed as she probed, “So, Teresa, what brings you here?” Her clipped tone spoke volumes of the distance that had grown between them.

Teresa got straight to the point, saying, “Mommy, I’ve decided to quit my job and start my own business. I was wondering if you could help me out financially—thirty thousand would cover it.”

Evelyn’s expression turned to stone. “I won’t give you a penny. I made it clear when you got married, my duty to you was fulfilled. I have a new family now, and my responsibilities lie with them.”

Holding Evelyn’s gaze, Teresa said with conviction, “I understand, and that’s why it’s a loan. I swear I’ll pay you back, every single cent.”

Evelyn shook her head, determination in her voice. “You should have a chat with your dad. I mean, he’s not exactly hurting for money, and he can’t just pretend you don’t exist, right?”

Teresa let out a heavy sigh, her shoulders sagging. “After I married Jonathan, things weren’t the same with Dad. He disapproved of him and had always hoped I’d marry a wealthy playboy, which wasn’t for me.

“It really bothered him. When I decided to start my business, I knew I couldn’t count on his support, so I turned to you.”

Evelyn paused, a nonchalant shrug escaping her. “Look, you’re in your mid-twenties now. You’re an adult. You’ve got to make your own decisions.” Her voice rose, and the baby in her arms picked up on the tension, letting out a cry.

Evelyn’s eyes softened as she cradled and rocked Isabel. “Shh, it’s okay,” she soothed. Her affection was a stark contrast to the coldness Teresa felt from her own family.

Teresa’s heart had grown immune to the lack of love from her parents. The pain had faded, replaced by a numb acceptance. She’d learned to live without it.

Teresa stood up, her voice barely audible as she spoke with a quiet resolve. “Got it. I’m leaving, won’t bug you anymore.” She blinked back tears, her eyes shimmering with the effort.

Evelyn, her confusion clear, reached out to stop her. “Hold on. What went wrong with you and Jonathan? You were so keen on getting married.”