Ex-Wife Moving Wife Giving Birth? Congratulations, You’re Single Now novel Chapter 47

Chapter 2

I was reborn.

In my past life, I died at 54 from sheer exhaustion and heartbreak.

That life was nothing but suffering and helplessness.

I’d devoted everything to holding this family together, raging and screaming about Zachary and Lorna’s affair–completely unhinged.

But I was just the invisible obstacle between them. The more I fought it, the more passionately they loved each other–like some twisted romance novel.

When I nearly died from complications during childbirth, bleeding out on the delivery table, Zachary was at Six Flags with Lorna.

I almost killed myself giving him twins–a boy and a girl.

The doctor told me I’d damaged my body permanently and would never have children again.

Looking at those two tiny, fragile babies in the hospital bed, tears streamed down my face.

“These two are all I need…”

When Zachary finally showed up, he peeled apples for me with guilt written all over his face:

“I’m so sorry, Jane. I had no idea you’d go into labor early. I’d promised to take Lorna to the theme park a week ago… you understand, right?”

We stared at each other for what felt like forever before he looked away in shame.

Zachary–a husband who always chose everyone else over me.

More accurately, he just didn’t love me.

But before Lorna came back into the picture, he had liked me, even cherished me.

In this hopeless marriage, I poured all my love and attention into the kids instead.

I busted my ass raising them, not realizing how crucial a father’s role really is.

Zachary’s neglect and two–faced behavior became their blueprint.

The kids gravitated toward sweet, gentle Lorna, calling her “Mom” to my face.

My heart felt like it had a gaping holently leaking something vital.

Lorna maintained her perfect image, gently stroking my children’s heads with that saccharine smile:

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“Jane, these kids are just like their daddy—they both love me.”

I’d lost. Completely and utterly.

As a wife, as a mother–I was a total failure.

At home, I put my foot down about the kids‘ disrespectful behavior.

My daughter Sherry snapped back: “I love Lorna way more! She smells good and she’s super pretty and nice–you’re nothing like her!”

Of course, Lorna never had to cook.

Zachary would rush over to play house husband, or he’d take half of whatever I’d made and deliver it to her doorstep.

Whenever I looked upset, he’d apologize guiltily, claiming Lorna was “like a sister” to him and I was being petty.

I worked myself to the bone for this family until I looked like hell.

Meanwhile, Lorna–who’d never lifted a finger–stayed beautiful and fragrant.

She had a lover who doted on her, a daughter who worshipped her. Of course she was gentle.

What did I have?

My son Kevin hid behind his father, shouting at me:

“Having you as a mom is so embarrassing! You don’t even love us–you just use us to control Dad!”

I completely lost it, grabbing the broom with tears and snot streaming down my face.

“Ungrateful little shits! Since Lorna’s farts smell like roses, maybe you should give me back the lives I gave you! I wish I’d never had you!”

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