Accidentally Pregnant By My Alpha Best friends (Madeline) novel Chapter 80

80–Broxter Lied To Me

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80–Baxter Lied To Me

Madeline:

It seems they’ve redecorated the house.

Of course, everything had changed for them once I left, from the exterior to probably the interior as well.

I stepped out of the car slowly. Baxter looked genuinely happy, especially now that his son was here.

He lifted the kids out of the car, smiling as they danced around him.

“What is this place?” Bodhi asked.

Before I could reply, Baxter had already answered.

“This is your mother’s parents‘ house, which means this is your grandparents‘ house,” he explained, crouching down and gently touching Bodhi’s chin.

I rolled my eyes and looked away, feeling uneasy when the kids turned toward me.

I knew they would start asking questions, and I didn’t want them to grow too curious about these people.

Once we were all settled, the door opened and Yuvonne appeared in a golden dress.

She had clearly taken care of herself for the night.

She looked beautiful, nothing like the unkempt Yuvonne I remembered.

She had always been known as the sticky–fingered girl.

Wherever she went, people accused her of stealing.

She rarely bathed.

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Growing up, she was a mess, and that only fueled my stepmother’s hatred toward me.

Even when I was younger than Yuvonne and had nothing, no luxuries, no comfort, I still took care of myself.

The neighbors loved drama.

They would praise me for my looks and manners, slipping in little compliments that angered my stepmother even more, even as they mocked me for other things.

I think they enjoyed watching her take her anger out on me.

“Baby!” Yuvonne cheered, rushing forward and throwing her arms around Baxter’s neck.

I stood aside, watching them interact.

Baxter smiled briefly before his eyes met mine and his smile faded.

He gave her a polite pat on the back instead of returning the hug.

“Thank

away.

you so much for this perfect night. Your warriors have done such a great job,” Yuvonne said as she pulled

It wasn’t surprising. I knew Baxter was probably the reason their living conditions had improved, and that was fine.

80–Baxter led to M

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People do all kinds of things for the ones they love. I just didn’t care much for my family anymore.

Maybe it was because when I left, I was so heartbroken that I prayed those who had wronged me would face their karma.

That’s what I was taught as a child, that if I misbehaved, karma would come for me.

But somehow, karma forgot the way to their houses.

They seemed to thrive, especially Yuvonne.

“Thank you again. It seems if I had asked you for the moon, you would’ve given me that too,” she continued playfully, tapping Baxter’s chest before turning toward me.

But beneath her cheerful tone, she made sure I understood that this visit was her idea, that she had wanted me and the kids to come back and face the family.

My gaze shifted to Baxter.

For people like them, coming back into my life only meant more stress and heartbreak.

I forced a smile, swallowing hard.

I wouldn’t let her see that she’d defeated me again, or that Baxter had tricked me into coming here by saying he

wanted us to visit.

“And the little angels are here!” she exclaimed.

As soon as her attention turned to my kids, my body tensed.

She bent down and wrapped her arms around all three of them, hugging them tightly.

I stood frozen, waiting anxiously for her to let go.

At the same time, I looked at Baxter, my eyes filled with bitterness and accusation.

I really hope he noticed it.

“Come on, let’s go, kids,” Yuvonne called. The kids jumped up and down, following her inside.

I wanted to go quickly, but I waited a little for Baxter. As soon as he matched my pace, I let out a grunt.

“You’re such a scum,” I told him. I

didn’t give him the chance to explain, though I could see he was ready to throw some excuse my way.

I hurried after my kids into the house.

The moment I stepped inside, a wave of dread and nostalgia washed over me, pulling me back to the same Madeline who had once lived under this roof during the most vulnerable years of her life.

For a moment, I had to steady myself and remind my mind that I was no longer that girl.

I was a woman who had worked hard and achieved much in her life.

And just as I was trying to steady my breath, my father’s arrival jolted me.

I turned toward him as he stepped out of his room, wearing a gray suit, looking fresh, as if he had never shed a tear over casting his daughter out and mistreating her.

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