Ex-Wife Moving Wife Giving Birth? Congratulations, You’re Single Now novel Chapter 48

Chapter 3

Dawn was breaking as I sat up in bed, wiping the tears from my face.

My own children had become knives pointed straight at my heart.

Fine. Then they don’t deserve to be

my kids

anymore.

My empty stomach growled, forcing me to drag myself to the kitchen to make breakfast.

I found Kevin and Sherry there, halfheartedly reheating yesterday’s leftovers.

When they saw me coming, they pulled their plates closer like I might steal their food.

In my past life, this was when they really started their rebellion over Lorna.

I went to the stove and made myself a simple fried egg sandwich with some leftover bacon and tomato–just enough to fill my stomach.

Their easy days were over.

These two had been babied their whole lives–couldn’t do laundry, couldn’t cook, couldn’t handle anything on their own.

Most kids their age were already working part–time jobs or helping support their families.

The Howard household wasn’t exactly rolling in money. My teaching assistant job at the community college barely covered groceries, even working overtime.

Zachary made decent money as a high school teacher, but his paychecks had a way of disappearing.

One day he’d get paid, the next day half of it would be “loaned” to poor, helpless Lorna.

A husband who threw money around, and kids who expected everything handed to them.

I was the only one holding this family together.

Well, let’s see how comfortable their lives are without me carrying their dead weight.

Footsteps outside announced Zachary’s return. He walked in, glancing around at all of us.

“Jane, what are you doing up? You should be resting. You’re still recovering from the miscarriage.”

I ignored him. Sherry tugged on his sleeve.

“Daddy, come sit and eat.”

The room fell quiet except for the sound of chewing.

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Ex–Wife Moving Wife Giving Birth? Congratulations. You’re Single Now

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Chapter 3

Kevin stood up first. “I’m done. Gotta get to school.”

He waited for Sherry, his eyes darting toward me expectantly–waiting for me to fill their thermoses with hot cocoa like

always.

Sherry delicately wiped her mouth and grabbed her backpack to follow her brother.

Both kids called out as they headed for the door.

“Bye, Dad. We’re leaving for school.”

When I didn’t move, Kevin’s jaw tightened and he kicked his chair before storming out.

Zachary frowned. “What’s gotten into him?”

Sherry suddenly remembered. “Our thermoses need hot cocoa.”

Zachary said casually, “Just grab some from the machine at school. You’re gonna be late anyway.”

Seeing I had no intention of helping, Sherry huffed and went to make it herself.

She let out a sharp cry as the kettle slipped, boiling water splashing everywhere. Her leggings were instantly soaked.

Zachary jumped up in panic, rushing to check her leg. Kevin ran back inside.

“Jesus, Sherry! How can you be so clumsy?”

“You’re fifteen years old and you can’t even pour water? Are you stupid or something?”

I finished my sandwich, my chair scraping loudly as I stood up.

Sherry looked at me with tears in her eyes, hurt and confused.

I glanced at her with complete indifference. “Better take her to urgent care.”

Sherry watched me walk back to my room, tears streaming down her face.

Something had fundamentally changed, and she could feel it.

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