Rise of the Formidable Ex-wife (Lucia and Alex) novel Chapter 13

Chapter 13

Chapter 13

The kitchen smelled like butter and vanilla when Lucia found Lena staring at a cookbook.

“What are you doing?” Lucia asked.

Lena looked up. Frustrated. “Trying to figure out how to make chocolate chip cookies. Dad’s birthday is next week and want to surprise him. But this recipe looks impossible.”

Lucia walked over. Looked at the cookbook. “It’s not impossible. Want help?”

Lena’s face brightened. “Really? You know how to bake?”

“I raised three kids. I know how to bake.”

The words came out before she could stop them. Three kids. Past tense. Like they didn’t exist anymore.

Lena must have caught the pain in her voice because she reached out. Touched Lucia’s arm. “Will you teach me?”

Lucia nodded. Swallowed the lump in her throat. “Let’s start with gathering ingredients.”

They worked side by side. Lucia showing Lena how to measure flour properly. How to cream butter and sugar until it was light and fluffy. How to crack eggs without getting shells in the bowl.

“I never did this before,” Lena said, watching the mixer spin. “Cooking, I mean. With someone. Like this.”

“Never?”

“Dad tries sometimes. But he’s terrible at it. Burns everything.” She laughed. Then stopped. “My mom. She died when I was five. I don’t remember much about her. Just. Small things. Her perfume. Her voice. But I don’t remember cooking with her.”

Lucia’s hands stilled on the mixing bowl.

“I’m sorry,” she said. Quiet. Inadequate.

“It’s okay. It was a long time ago.” Lena picked up the chocolate chips. Started adding them to the dough. “Do you miss them? Your kids?”

The question hit Lucia square in the chest.

“Every day,” she whispered.

“Do you

think they miss you?”

God. Did they? Lucia thought about Ria. Lucas. Monica. Living their lives. Happy with Margaret. Did they wake up sometimes and wonder where she was? Did they regret what they’d done?

Or had they forgotten her completely?

“I don’t know,” Lucia admitted. “Maybe they’re better off without me.”

“That’s stupid,” Lena said. Blunt. “No kid is better off without their mom. Even if they don’t know it yet.”

Lucia looked at her. This girl. This fierce, smart girl who’d lost her mother too soon.

You would have made your mom proud,” Lucia said. “The woman you’re becoming.”

Lena’s eyes got shiny. She blinked fast. “Yeah?”

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“Yeah.”

They finished the dough in comfortable silence. Shaped it into balls. Placed them on baking sheets. Slid them into the oven. While the cookies baked, they sat at the kitchen island. Eating raw dough even though they weren’t supposed to.

“Can I ask you something?” Lena said.

“Anything.”

“Why did they do it? Your husband and kids. Why did they throw you away?”

Throw you away. Such simple words. Such brutal truth.

“I don’t know.” Lucia said. “I’ve asked myself that question a million times. Was I not good enough? Not interesting enough? Did I love them too much or not enough? I still don’t have an answer.”

“That’s because there isn’t one,” Lena said. Firm. “Some people are just broken. They destroy good things because they can Because they’re selfish. Because they don’t understand what they have until it’s gone.”

Wisdom from a fifteen year old. Lucia almost smiled.

“When did you get so smart?”

“I’ve had to grow up fast. When your mom dies and your dad buries himself in work. You learn things.”

“Like what?”

“Like how to be alone. How to take care of yourself. How to not need anyone.” Lena picked at the dough. “But also. How lonely that is. How exhausting it is to not need anyone.”

Lucia understood that. Perfectly.

The timer beeped. The cookies were ready.

They pulled them out. Golden brown. Perfect.

Alex appeared in the doorway as they were transferring cookies to a cooling rack.

“Something smells incredible,” he said.

“Lena made cookies,” Lucia said. “Well. We made them together.”

Alex looked at them. At the flour on their hands. The chocolate smudges on their faces. Something in his expression. Soft. Grateful.

“They look amazing,” he said. Grabbed one even though Lucia told him to wait until they cooled. He bit into it. “These are the best cookies I’ve ever had.”

“Liar.” Lena said. But she was grinning.

“I’m serious. These are going in my birthday cake. All of them.”

He left. Sull eating the too–hot cookie.

Lena and Lucia cleaned up the kitchen. Washing bowls. Wiping counters. Working in sync like they’d done this a thousand times before.

“Thank you,” Lena said as they finished. “For teaching me. For. Being here.”

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“Thank you for asking,” Lucia replied. “For letting me.”

That evening. Lucia sat on her balcony watching the sun set over the lake. The water turned gold then orange then deep purple.

A knock on her door.

“Come in.” she called.

Alex entered. Hands in his pockets. Looking. Uncomfortable? No. Something else.

“Can I talk to you?” he asked.

“Of course.”

He sat in the chair across from her. “I wanted to thank you. For today. With Lena.”

“We just made cookies”

“It was more than that.” Alex leaned forward. “You don’t know what it meant to her. To have that. That moment. That connection with someone. A woman. A mother figure.”

Lucia’s throat tightened. “I’m not her mother.”

“No. But you’re someone who understands. Who cares. Who showed up.” He paused. “Sandra. My wife. Lena’s mom. She was diagnosed when Lena was three. Gone by five. Those years in between were. Hard. Watching someone you love disappear. Watching your child lose her mother slowly. Painfully.”

“I’m sorry,” Lucia said. Inadequate again. But what else was there?

“Lena learned to be independent. Too independent. She stopped needing people because needing people hurt. Because people leave.” Alex rubbed his face. “Today. I saw her laugh. Really laugh. I saw her ask for help. I saw her. I don’t know. Open up. With you.”

“She’s a special kid.”

“She is. And you’re special too. For seeing her. For being patient with her. For.” He stopped. Started again. “For being you.”

Lucia didn’t know what to say to that.

“I still think about them,” she admitted. “My kids. Wonder if they’re okay. If they think about me. If they ever will. I’m terrified they won’t. That I’ve lost them forever.”

“Maybe you have,” Alex said. Brutal honesty. “Or maybe you haven’t. Maybe one day they’ll realize what they lost. What they threw away. Maybe they’ll come looking for you.”

“And if they don’t?”

“Then you build something new. With people who choose to be in your life. Who see your worth. Who appreciate you.”

People like him. Like Lena.

“Is that enough?” Lucia asked. “A chosen family instead of a blood one?”

“Sometimes it’s better.” Alex said. “Because it’s not obligation. It’s choice. Every day. Choosing to show up. Choosing to care, Choosing to stay.

He left her with those words.

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Lucia sat on the balcony long after the sun disappeared. Thinking about family. About choice. About what it meant to belong somewhere.

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