There He Is Again My Ex Husband by Emily Jenkins

“It’s a pity to hear that.” Anya had never seen Phil looking so sad and fragile.
He gave a self-deprecating smile. “Nothing. I’m sorry. I don’t hope you feel stressed or think you cause my terrible relationship
with them.”
His relationship with his parents was awful but now worsened.
Anya looked over and murmured, “If they are satisfied with the woman you married, your relationship will be restored. After all,
you are family.”
Phil was speechless. “Why do you think in this way?”
He added sullenly, “I will never forgive them in my life. They didn’t want to restore it but tried to force me to get married to Jenny
so as to obtain their interests.”
“They just want to climb into the upper class instead of considering my feelings.”
Anya stopped and wondered if a man’s personality was related to his family.
Her grandparents were amicable and kind, while her father was a scumbag.
While Trevon and Cara were ruthless and selfish, their son was full of virtues. Though knowing little about how he treated his
grandmother, Anya witnessed how Phil treasured his friends.
After breakfast, they left together.
But no sooner had she stood up than she sat down again.
“What’s the matter?” he asked, taking her hand in his apprehension.
“Well, my leg hurts a little bit again...” She glanced at her hand that he was holding and was angry that he directly showed his
concern in this way.
She felt a lot of pain in her pubic area, but she recovered in a few days. But now she was not feeling well.
Phil said, “Go to the hospital.”
Anya was speechless. “No. The doctor said there was no way to relieve my pain. I just need some rest.”

She had consulted her doctor about the problem. It was no use going to the hospital now because the doctor didn’t understand
why she was in pain frequently and could do nothing about it.
“Can you still walk?” he asked.
She had a try and said uncertainly, “Maybe.”
Then she tried to stand up but didn’t dare to move forward.
She was anxious. “I have a class later.”
He released her hand. “I will carry you home first. If your pain doesn’t ease after a while, you can ask for leave.”
Immediately, he picked her up in his arms before she could refuse.
In fact, she thought she could stay at the restaurant and make a phone call to ask for leave.
But now, she blushed in embarrassment when he picked her up in his arms in front of many customers here.
Some whistled and regarded Phil as a gentleman.
Despite few acquaintances here, she blushed and buried her face in his arms. “Why do you pick me up? Just leave me alone.”
She turned annoyed because of his sudden move.
“I would not leave you alone.” He carried her out of the restaurant.
The moment they walked out of the door, she struggled out of his embrace. “Put me down.”
Even though the restaurant was near her home, she was reluctant to be carried home by him and worried that he would get tired
of carrying her who got some weight these days.
He put her down and still held her. “Can you walk?”
He decided to carry her home if she could not walk.
She tried to walk on her own but felt pain.
Unwilling to be carried, she said, “I can walk slowly.”

She staggered forward, looking stubborn and pitiful.
He knew her intention and had to obey her decision.
When he moved forward to hold him, she paused and asked, “Have I gained weight recently? Am I too heavy for you to hold?”
Before he could answer the question, she angrily shook off his hand and walked forward alone in silence.
He was confused and rushed over. “You are slim now.”
His sincere reply didn’t make her stop.
She wasn’t angry with him and clearly knew she would gain some weight due to pregnancy. But his pause just now showed he
really thought she turned slightly fat.
She was sullen and anxious, feeling she must look fatty now.
She didn’t want to be seen to be that chubby. She heard from others that pregnant women’s legs would get swollen in the
second trimester, so she wanted him to stay away from her.
Phil stopped her and stared at her smiling. “I see you have a scale at home. You must weigh yourself every day. Don’t you know
if you are gaining weight?”
She grunted, kicked a pebble at her feet, and said, “I weighed myself. I put on weight.”
Anya got anxious and annoyed when feeling his hot body and tense muscles in his arms.
She felt terrible since she got fat while he was still attractive and robust.
Phil was speechless. “You're getting fat because the baby inside you is growing.”
To avert her attention from this topic, he picked her up in his arms. “I'll carry you home and see if you're fat in this way.”
She was irritated. “Are you crazy? How does it work?”
“I did carry you before. In fact, I carried you on my back,” he said, glancing unhappily at her in his arms. “Have you forgotten?”
Awkward, she clearly remembered she once got drunk and forced him to carry her home from the gate of the community.

On the way, she was unsatisfied with his slow walking and deliberately said he was old and weak.