His Secret Heir His Deepest Regret novel Chapter 39

Chapter 39: Accept It 

JULIA 

This week was shaping up to be one of the worst weeks of my life. 

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First, I got drugged by a lunatic and was saved by my ex–who made me feel like his help was worth a million dollars. 

Second, I found out that Heather, my ex’s current girlfriend, was born a day before my son. Not only that, but she invited me to the said party, which was going to be held at the Astor’s mansion. 

And third, Mr. Matthews, the professor who used to adore all of my works, called my latest piece ‘mediocre,‘‘ lacking feeling,‘ and ‘should have never been passed.” 

He didn’t even take my artwork and told me to pass him andther one by the end of next week! 

I sighed and ran my fingers through my hair. It was the middle of the week already, and I still hadn’t made my decision regarding Heather’s invitation. I also haven’t been able to restart the artwork as Mr. Matthews has instructed. 

Even Sarah was on edge as she watched me, not knowing what to say. 

Just then, Andy came 

of his room with a wide and excited smile. I sat up straight and gestured for him to come to my lap. He happily skipped to where I was, and it was then that I noticed a rolled piece of paper in his hands. “What is that, bub?” I asked, caressing the paper gently. 

He shyly bit his lip and opened it. My eyes widened when I saw a cute drawing of what looked like a…family? 

Sarah nosily craned her neck to see it, too. 

“Oof,” Sarah muttered. “You clearly didn’t take after your mom with that artwork.” 

I clicked my tongue and glared at her as Andy hid the drawing behind him. 

Sarah cleared her throat. “I’m joking, Andy!” she exclaimed, “It’s great! It’s the best drawing I’ve seen in my entire life.” 

“You’re lying, Aunt Sarah,” he said in a dejected voice, causing Sarah to scratch the back of her neck. 

“You’re aunt Sarah doesn’t have good taste, Andy,” I said, kneeling down to his level. “I think that’s obvious from her past boyfriends.” 

Andy chuckled while Sarah exclaimed in offense. However, ignored her and focused on my son instead. 

“What is this for, bub?” I asked, tucking his hair behind his ears. 

“Do you think Daddy will like this? I’m planning on giving to him on my birthday.” 

Sarah gasped while I pursed my lips. Well, there it was again. It seemed like I had no choice but to invite that asshole, do 17 

“h’s really pretty,” I vaguely said, yet that was enough to make Andy brighten up. Somehow, that made me feel even guiltler because I hadn’t brought up the topic with Evan 

“Thanks, Mommy,” he muttered. “I worked really hard on, and I wanted Dad to know that he’s welcome in our family. I hope he loves it” 

“Of course,” I said, patting his bark 

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“I’m going to color it more,” he giggled. “I’ll be right back, Mommy.” 

He ran back to his room while Sarah and I were left in silence. 

“I can say it now, right? It’s a bad drawing,” she deadpanned. 

“Sarah,” I sighed. 

“What? It’s the truth. He’s smart, though, so that makes up for it. Not everyone can be talented in art like you.” 

get it,” I said, massaging the bridge of my nose. “Now, what am I going to do? I don’t have Evan’s number. I also can’t just go to Heather and ask, ‘Hey, I’m inviting your boyfriend to my son’s birthday party. He’s actually his son, too. Surprise!‘ That would be ridiculous,” I ranted. 

“It is,” Sarah said, placing her fingers under her chin. “Now, weren’t you invited to her party?” 

“Heather’s? Yeah,” I sighed. “I still can’t believe she was born a day earlier than Andy. It feels like the universe is playing a joke on me.” 

“Why don’t you just go?” she asked, acting like it was a harmless suggestion. 

My eyes instantly widened. “Are you insane?” I exclaimed “How can I go to her birthday party? It’s like presenting myself to the enemy’s territory!” 

“Well, you have no other choice,” she said. “Either that, or you go up to Heather and ask the exact question you said just a while ago.” 

I sighed, already in a dilemma. 

“Think about it,” Sarah continued. I pursed my lips, knowing she was on the debate team when we were in high school. Despite not excelling in academics, she was great at arguing, unbelievably so. 

“The party is at the Astor residences,” I muttered, pacing back and forth. “Not only will I face Heather, but 1 might just face Evan’s parents too.”