No One But You

Brooke and I went to the hotel, where my mom and my aunt were supposed to be in rapt anticipation of my arrival.

I knew the impact that my paunchy appearance and the presence of Brooke would have on her.

I had always been a comfort to her since childhood, but I did not expect to let her worry when I grew up.

Since she had a meal at Daniel's house last time, she has been worried about me and often called. But I have not revealed anything to her.

I thought I was going to give birth without anyone noticing, as if this episode never happened, but it was impossible.

The room was reserved for my mother, a luxurious suite. I now had the ability to give them better material conditions, but I found that I could only give them this rather than make them feel at ease.

As I took a deep breath at the door, Brooke looked over at me. "It is the first time I see you look nervous."

Of course I was nervous. I was not afraid my mother beat me. I was just afraid she would be sad.

I finally got up the courage and knocked the door. It was my aunt opened the door.

She took my face in her hands before she could see my whole body, and said, "Oh, my niece, you are getting more and more beautiful!"

She reached out to hold me, but stopped by my stomach.

She looked down at my stomach, blinked her eyes, turned to my mother in ecstasy and shouted, "Nancy, look, Josephine is pregnant. Her belly is big now!"

Then there was a flurry of footsteps, my mother came to me in fast speed like a wind and looked down at my stomach. I could see that she was surprised.

"Josephine, when did you get pregnant? And you did not tell me about it."

"Mom, let's go in. Are you going to let everyone in this hallway know I'm pregnant?" I smiled.

My mother quickly stretched out her hand to pull me in. At this moment, my aunt just noticed Brooke standing behind me.

I heard her whispering to my mother, "I remember last time I saw a picture of Josephine's husband, he is not handsome!"

My mother immediately looked back at Brooke. Brooke said, "Mom, Aunt."

Brooke made my mom confused. She looked up at Brooke for a long time, and then turned to ask me, "Josephine, who is this?"

"Your son-in-law, exactly. Daniel and I got divorced." I said frankly.

"You and Daniel divorced?" My mom's eyes widened, but they weren't that big. Last time she saw what was going on between us, and I tried to tell her the truth when she called me. My mom wasn't stupid. She was smart. And she should have noticed it. I nodded. "Yes, I divorced Daniel, and this is my new husband."

My mother looked at me for half a minute, and then pat the back of my aunt who had staring at Brooke and said, "Get some water."

"Ok." My aunt went to get water while turning her head from time to time.

My mother pulled me into the other room, gripping my hand so hard that her hand was shaking a little.

"What's going on?"

"I was framed by Daniel, and then I have the baby of the man, and he married me, and I will give birth to the child. That's all."

My mother was a smart person. A sentence could make her understand, details were not needed.

Then I sat on the couch with my head down, and that was all I could say, but it was up to my mother to understand and accept.

We were silent for a long time, but I heard my aunt asking a lot questions to Brooke.

"Where are you from, young man?"

"I am from this city."

"Where do you work?"

"DonHiu Group."

"What kind of work?"

"President of the group."

"What is the position of President?"

"Besides the chairman, the president is the highest leader."

My aunt should be able to understand Brooke's explanation.

"Well, how many people are there in your family?"

"My parents, my brother and his families and my grandfather."

"You have so many people living together. Is it crowded? How many rooms do you have?"

I couldn't take it anymore, so I went out the living room and

my aunt, "Their house is about

belongs to FindNovel bet

of the White House."

"Where is the White House?" My aunt was not ashamed to ask questions.

I had long advised her to read more books and newspapers.

My mother came out of the inside, and her eyes fixed on Brooke.

I knew my story hit my mother hard.

Her daughter got divorced suddenly, and then she married someone else and got pregnant. If my

was like this, I would break her legs.

I

But my mother said nothing, looked at me and looked at Brooke, finally shook her hand, "You can go!"

I knew I make my mom sad. When she was angry, she didn't even bother to say a word to me.

I wished she beat me or scold me, but now I was pregnant that she could not do that.

I stood in front of my mother for a moment. Brooke politely said goodbye to them and then dragged me out of the room.

I did not leave at once, but sat for a while in the garden of the hotel.

The sun was warm today, shining on my back, but the sun light could not reach my heart.

Brook sat next to me and did not speak. I probably needed someone to listen, and no matter who was sitting next to me, I said, "My mother is angry with me. She does not want

to talk to me when she is angry with me."

"You finally paid for your waywardness." He was making fun of

me.

I looked back at him. "Who made my life this way? How much better do you think it will be if I don't marry you?"

"Now that you've made your mother sad, don't let it get any worse."

"What do you mean?"

"Give birth to the baby and be by my side."

He bought me to give him a baby, and now he wanted to buy me for the rest of my life? He wished.

My mother wanted me to have a peaceful life, but she never wanted me to be with someone I didn't love.

I sat down in the garden for a while and then got up and left.

As I sat into Brooke's car, Zofia called me, "It is bad, Josephine. Your mom came to your city, I don't know if she has arrived."

"She is here." Her tip-off came too late. If I waited for her tip-off, I might have given birth to the child.

"What? What did she say?"

"Nothing."

"You went there alone?"

"With my current husband."

"Well." She spoke on the other end of the phone, "Your mom has good mental endurance."

I hung up, dropped my phone on the seat and looked out the window.

Catkins floated around in spring, as if it was spring snow, covering me.