Chapter 6
Jack got up early.
He tiptoed out of bed and slipped out of the bedroom without turning on the lights.
He kissed me on the forehead before he left.
Another happy day ahead.
I slept for another couple of hours before finally getting up.
I actually felt a bit hungry today, so I went to the kitchen to Make something to eat. There was a pot of shrimp soup in a small clay pot waiting for me.
Next to it was a sticky note: ‘Pregnant women should eat better, so I left something nutritious. Enjoy.”
He was right.
I wasn’t sure if it was Morning sickness kicking in, but I felt a bit queasy, so I only managed to eat half a bowl before I lost my appetite.
Jack would text me whenever he had some downtime.
I skipped lunch because my stomach was acting up.
At seven in the evening. Jack came home with groceries and started cooking.
He cooked a bunch of healthy stuff, but I barely ate anything.
Jack looked at me, worry in his eyes. ‘No appetite?*
I nodded, feeling a little awkward. “Yeah.”
‘Is there anything you want to eat? I can cook it for you,” he offered.
I shook my head. ‘Not really… I just kind of crave Something spicy.”
Jack thought for a moment, then asked, “How about Some hot chicken?”
I nodded quickly. ‘Yes, that sounds awesome. Oh, and I
want some noodles too.”
‘Sure,‘ Jack said.
Jack cooked up a big plate of hot chicken, and I pretty Much demolished the whole thing by myself.
After putting down my fork, I let out a satisfied burp.
Jack grinned and asked, “Tasty?”
I nodded hard. “Delicious!”
‘Should we have this again for breakfast tomorrow?” Jack asked.
‘Absolutely!” I replied.
The next morning, Jack left early again.
But before heading out, he’d already cooked up some soup and a plate of hot chicken for me in the kitchen.
My cold was pretty much gone.
Felt like I couldn’t just sit back and enjoy all the
pampering, so I went to the market to buy some groceries Myself.
I ended up buying a bit too much, so the bags were pretty heavy to carry.
Just as I was about to head upstairs, the bags suddenly felt lighter in my hands.
I instinctively turned around and came face–to–face with a cheerful, good–looking young guy. That caught me off guard for a second.
He flashed me a friendly smile. ‘Hey, gorgeous, let me help you with those.”
Before I could even process what was happening, my son in my belly started getting anxious.
‘Mom, that’s him! He’s the jerk who cheated you out of your money and love, and got us thrown out onto the streets.‘
I collected myself and gave him a cautious look, just like I normally would.
‘Thanks, but it’s not heavy. I can carry it myself,” I replied.
The guy grinned and withdrew his hand. “Alright then,” he said.
I lugged the bags upstairs.
The guy trailed after me, keeping a respectful distance.
I turned to look at him.
He quickly put on an innocent face, trying to explain himself.
“I live in this unit too. Just moved in yesterday,‘ he said.
I did hear some noise from next door yesterday, but I had no idea it was him moving in.
“Oh,” I replied.
When we reached the fourth floor, we both stopped at the same time.
The guy looked genuinely surprised. ‘Wow, what a coincidence! I live here too.”
I gave him a polite nod. “Yeah, what a coincidence. See you.”
“Bye, catch you later!” he said.
Once I got home, I collapsed onto the couch, totally wiped
out.
Every time I remembered my son’s words about my tragic fate, chills ran down my spine. Even if I hadn’t lived through it myself.
Jack and I had a rule: no talking about anything important through messages or on the phone.
So I had to wait until he got home to bring it up.
I could hardly wait for Jack to get out of work.
As soon as he walked in, I told him about the new guy next door trying to chat me up.
Honestly, Jack had no idea about my son’s warnings in My head.
I couldn’t tell if he’d think the guy next door was the one behind all the drama, trying to mess with us.
Luckily, Jack didn’t take it lightly.
He frowned, deep in thought for a moment, then said seriously, ‘Let’s Move somewhere else.”
I did consider moving, but…
“If he really meant to harm, if he found us here, he would find us anywhere,‘ I said.
Jack’s frown deepened.
‘You’re right. Moving won’t really solve anything. Let’s just play it cool for now, and I’ll have someone look into who this guy really is,‘ Jack said.
‘But if we look into him, won’t that risk exposing us?‘ I asked.
‘I’ll be careful. Just try not to go out too much during the day, and if you have to, stay where there are lots of people,‘ Jack said.
I’d been asleep for a while before Jack finally came to bed.
He pulled me into his arms and whispered, “I’m sorry.”
I snuggled into him, half–asleep, and mumbled, “It’s not your fault.”
Honestly, that trans migrated woman was the real
problem. She just couldn’t leave someone else’s husband alone.