From Wife to Aunt: His Worst Nightmare novel Chapter 17

Chapter 17

Steve paused, as if weighing his schedule.

Then, he said, “I’ll be back Friday afternoon. Give me two days.”

I let out a small breath of relief. At least he had agreed.

On my way back, I had already consulted the funeral home. They said it was best to hold the burial during the day. Holding it in the evening was not so convenient for them, as it would be close to the time when they would get off work.

Even so, I didn’t dare ask for more. I was afraid Steve would change his mind.

At noon two days later, my child would finally get to experience her father’s love for once.

After setting the time perfunctorily, Steve followed Isabel upstairs. I returned to the guest room and stood by the window, watching as Dorothy skipped along between Isabel and Steve, one hand holding each of theirs.

The driver and Jake trailed behind them, dragging two large suitcases. Even Dorothy’s white Labrador went along on the trip.

I smiled wanly and picked up the medication Edwin had prescribed. Then, I swallowed it.

The bitterness slid from my mouth straight into my heart.

Friday arrived in the blink of an eye.

During those two days, a media company called to tell me I had been shortlisted for an interview on Friday afternoon.

At long last, I received one response to the resumes I had sent out. But I already had an appointment with Steve to bury our child at that exact time. So, I asked whether my time slot for the interview could be adjusted.

The answer was exactly what I had expected. Of course, they couldn’t accommodate me.

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And so, the job opportunity I had waited so long for slipped away just like that. Still, I didn’t regret it one bit.

I woke up very early on Friday.

After breakfast, I went straight to the cemetery. In truth, there were many tedious procedures

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before the actual burial. But because Steve wouldn’t be back until the afternoon, coupled with my concern that he might find it troublesome, I attended to everything except the burial itself

on my own.

I said my goodbyes to my child and prayed for her on my own.

But as noon approached, word came from the Griffin villa that he still hadn’t returned.

I called him, but no one answered.

I looked at the time and saw that it was 12:00 pm.

If he were on a plane, his phone should’ve been turned off. However, it wasn’t off. It just wouldn’t connect.

A bad feeling crept up slowly within me.

Steve had promised me. He had said it himself that he would be back by Friday afternoon, and

that I should wait for him.

He would come, wouldn’t he?

I stood quietly in front of the tombstone I had chosen for our child and watched as time slipped away minute by minute.

A staff member came over to remind me, “Ms. Yaxley, it’s already 4:30 pm. If we don’t proceed now, it’ll be dark.”

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