Billionaire, I Am Not Your Wife! novel Chapter 48

Chapter 46: Telling Them About Her Ex

Sedona’s POV

“When did she come along?” I asked, mostly because I needed to shift the conversation away from my own guilt before I drowned in it. The conversation was getting very heavy and despite me happy for them, there was a part of me that felt hurt that they managed to find happiness while I was stuck in a miserable relationship. I had run away from Enzo to be happy only to end up miserable. What an irony.

“About three years after the wedding,” Rachel said, her whole face softening the way people’s faces do when they talk about their children, when they see them as absolute treasures and well loved.

“Complete surprise. We’d talked about waiting a few years like maybe 5 years so we could be settled down properly, getting established doing our various businesses and companies, doing the responsible thing, by making sure that we hadn’t rushed into the marriage blindly and would start regretting it. But apparently Molly had other plans.”

“She’s beautiful,” I said, and meant it completely.

“She is,” Enzo agreed, with the absolute certainty of a besotted father who could see no wrong with their baby.

“Though I might be biased.”

“You’re definitely biased to Molly, you once argued with your friends that Molly was intelligent because she yawned..she yawned Enzo.

“That was a very intelligent yawn.” Enzo said trying to defend himself as I chuckled, amused at the argument,

Rachel said fondly. “He had always been like that Sedona. Enzo cried for twenty minutes straight when she was born. The nurses were concerned about his mental health.”

“I was overcome with emotion. It’s permitted.”

Watching them together-the easy banter, the casual touches, the way they moved around each other with the practiced choreography of people who’d built something real-I felt something complex move through

“I’m happy for you,” I said, and was surprised to find I meant it without reservation, without envying Rachel or trying to steal what once was mine.

“Genuinely. You’re good together. You’re good parents. This-” I gestured at the three of them, at the family visible in their arrangement, “-this is right.”

“Thank you,” Rachel said softly. “That means more than you know.”

We sat in comfortable silence for a moment, Molly’s breathing the only sound in the room besides the quiet beep of my IV pump.

Then Rachel’s expression shifted, became more careful, like she had been waiting for the right time to

bring up a conversation she knew was going to be difficult to talk about. “So. Chicago.”

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