Chapter 2
My grandpa, Kolten Hensley, was shocked–he knew how deeply I’d once loved Lucas.
As a wealthy heiress, I married beneath my status. He tried everything to stop me, but I went through with it anyway. In the end, he had no choice but to secretly support Lucas for my sake.
Now that Lucas’s career was taking off, our marriage had fallen apart. Kolten might be pleased, but deep down, he knew how much I’d suffered–and it broke his heart.
“Sharon, I’ll come get you myself tomorrow,” he said gently.
I got back about 30 minutes later.
The moment I stepped inside, I was shocked to see my clothes scattered all over the living room.
Someone had clearly thrown them around.
My chest tightened as I made my way to the walk–in closet.
From down the hallway, I could hear Lucas and Doris’s voices laughing from inside the closet.
“Lucas, I want to buy tons of clothes and shoes for the baby. Shouldn’t we just toss out Sharon’s shoes, too?”
“Buy whatever makes you happy,” he said, his voice soft. “Her things can go anywhere you like.”
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I pushed open the door without saying a word.
The closet that used to be mine was now filled with baby supplies.
Lucas stood beside Doris, gently stroking her belly with an affectionate look.
The moment he noticed me, he flinched and pulled his hand back, looking uneasy.
“Sharon,” he explained quickly, “there isn’t much storage space left, and the baby will be here soon. I cleared out your closet to make room. I’ll give you a bigger one later, once things settle down.”
A baby that young couldn’t even walk yet–what was the point of having so many pairs of shoes?
And somehow, that baby already owned more clothes than I did.
It was all so absurd, but I didn’t feel like arguing.
I was leaving in the morning anyway, so none of it mattered anymore.
“Do whatever you want,” I said flatly.
He looked relieved and gave me a warm smile.
“I’m lucky to have a wife like you–so kind and understanding. You must be a blessing from God.”
He grinned before casually draping the apron over my shoulders.
‘You have no idea how long we’ve been tidying up, and Doris is starving. Now that you’re here, get cooking for her quickly.”
Before I could answer, Doris flopped down onto the couch and ordered
me around like I worked for her.
“I want steak,” she said, lifting her chin. “No fat–too greasy. The meat better be soft, though, my teeth aren’t great. Oh, and I want corn soup too.”
Seeing her bossy attitude, I instinctively pulled off my apron and tossed it on the floor.
“She’s pregnant, not helpless. If she’s hungry, she can cook for herself.”
I turned to walk away, but Lucas caught my wrist.
His voice had an edge of anger in it.
“Sharon Hensley, what’s with the attitude? Why are you acting out just because I asked you to cook?
“She’s older than you–show some respect. What’s gotten into you? Did I do something to upset you?”
We married and divorced nine times, each time forcing me to yield, demanding I do everything, and always expecting me to serve my pregnant sister–in–law.
I gave up on the man, the marriage, and the family.
He still thought he hadn’t crossed the line.
I let out a bitter laugh and yanked my hand from his grasp.
“What right do you have to boss me around? I’m not your wife anymore, and I’m definitely not your maid. Know your place.”
Lucas stared at me, stunned. He had never seen me speak to him like that before.
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Right then, Doris came waddling over, holding her stomach.
“Lucas, is she mad because I asked you to divorce her?” she said, grabbing my arm.
“Are you blaming me for your breakup? I’m dealing with depression–I can’t always control my emotions. Can’t you try to be a little more understanding?
“My child doesn’t have a father, and Lucas is all I’ve got left. Don’t you think I’m struggling too?”
Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through my wrist as Doris squeezed my hand tightly. I instinctively pulled away from her grasp.
She screamed.
Doris collapsed to the floor, clutching her belly and howling. “My stomach–Lucas, it hurts so much. Sharon, do you hate me that much? Did you push me on purpose?”
