Zixie29

I have to admit that my husband's true love is a charming woman.
Upon her return, my husband, who claims he knows nothing about romance when he's with me, comes up with various ways to please her.
Even my son keeps clamoring to my face that he wants his father's true love to be his mother.

To them, my only worth is in cooking, cleaning, and caring for them.

Later, an autistic little girl tugs on my clothes and says firmly, "Zachary might not want his mother, but I do!"
Only then do I realize that a rose can still bloom in a dessert. When I finally turn my life into what I imagined it to be, my ex-husband and son regret their actions.
My ex-husband calls and tells me Zachary misses me.
 I say, "I'm not his mother anymore."
My ex-husband says he knows he made a mistake; he's suddenly realized I'm the one he loves.

The man beside me kisses the back of my hand.
He says jealously,
"What makes you think you're worthy of her love when even l've yet to win her heart?"


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THE RECLAIMED ROSE

he got married to someone else…"

"It seems like she married.

Steven didn't believe her at all.

Everyone knew how much I loved him. I even gave up my career to marry him. Throughout our entire marriage, I had never single

Even after our separation, I should still be

holding onto feelings for him.

How could I possibly marry someone else?In Steven's heart, he was convinced Jessica was just testing him.

Jessica added, "I know the girl who calls Annalise "Mommy." She is Zachary's classmate

Steven stared straight at Jessica

"If you don't believe me, you can come with

me on Monday when I drop off Zachary,"

Steven was about to decline. But after

"Fine. I'll go with you and see for myself."

With all the side dishes ready, it was Zane's

turn to take the stage. He first asked about

"Willow, how do you like your steak cooked?"

Willow excitedly responded, "Well done!"

Zane turned to me next. "And you?"

I politely replied, "Same as Willow."

Zane gently nudged Willow, who was clinging to his side, out of the kitchen.

"Go wait in the living room like a good girl okay?"

Willow's eyes lingered on the kitchen as she

reluctantly agreed, "Alright."

She glanced between Zane and me.

With a hesitant step, she came to my side

and asked, "Mommy, what is it?"

"You have textbooks now, right?"

I suggested, "Why don't you bring them over? I can little characters for you"

She quickly dashed to her room,

returning with her backpack and handing me her pencil case. She laid her head on the

desk and said to me, "Draw Daddy, Mommy, and me!"

She couldn't hold back her laughter as she

added, "And write "A happy family"

"Sure." I started drawing according to her

request. I drew Willow in the middle,

with Zane and me on either side.

Once I finished one book, Willow eagerly

handed me the rest. As I continued drawing,

"Mommy, can I change my hair color?

Kids loved to experiment, so I readily agreed, "Of course."

In every drawing, Willow's expression varied–sometimes smiling, sometimes laughing

out loud–but all of them showed her full of joy.

When I finished, I handed her the books.

As she flipped through them, she exclaimed, "Mommy, you're amazing!"

I ruffled her hair with a smile. "Of course! But can Mommy see the drawings you changed?"

Willow handed me her modified artwork.

When I looked, I noticed she had changed her hair to pink. Even her clothes were all pink.

Willow snuck a glance at me, asking

cautiously, "Mommy, does it look good?"

"It's beautiful. You look like a little princess!"

She was at that age where she adored pink,

so it was no surprise that she wanted

everything in her favorite color.

Willow couldn't contain her happiness,

covering her mouth with a giggle. It was clear my compliment had made her day.

"Dinner is ready!" Zane announced as he

brought the cooked steaks to the table.

Willow immediately grabbed her artwork and excitedly showed it to him. "Daddy, look!"

Chapter fifty three