After Marrying My Boss

I stayed at Natalie's house alone. Michael stopped calling or texting me. It was like he had vanished for the following two days. Ever since he left, he never appeared around Natalie's neighborhood.

I sometimes caught myself thinking if he had already forgotten about me.

Natalie kept me company on the weekend, and we watched television on the couch together. Although we were watching a comedy, I couldn't bring myself to laugh out loud.

Two days ago, I was still angry. However, I felt upset when there was radio silence from Michael in these two days. Maybe I'm not that important to Michael after all.

Natalie seemed to know what I was thinking. Putting a potato chip into her mouth, she placed her hand on my shoulder, sighed, and said, “All right, don't be so gloomy. Come on, give me a smile.”

Looking at Natalie's eyes, I knew she was comforting me. However, I couldn't bring myself to do that now. My head was filled with Michael, and I wanted to know what he was thinking.

“Michael didn't come and look for me these two days. He didn't even call or text me. Do you think he has forgotten about me? Natalie, do you think I'm overestimating my importance to him?”

Peering into Natalie's eyes, I revealed my doubts to her as I began to panic.

After hearing my words, Natalie paused for a moment. Maybe she was thinking about the same thing as me.

The next moment, Natalie tapped on my shoulder and said nonchalantly, “What are you talking about? Michael loves you so much. Of course, you are important to him. He is probably just busy with his company. He is in charge of such a large company. Do you think he is able to call or text you every day?”

Natalie's words made sense, but I knew she was just coming up with excuses for Michael. Even if he's busy, does he not have time to rest or eat? Is he so busy that he can't even spare a few minutes of his time to call me?

I smiled bitterly at Natalie and responded, “Stop comforting me. You are making me uneasy.”

“If you are worried, you should be the one who calls Michael instead. Call him and ask him what he wants. You two can't continue to bicker like this. You are still pregnant. Is he really not worried just leaving you here with me?”

After Natalie said that, she grabbed my phone, put it in my hands, and asked me to give Michael a call.

I frowned. I actually wanted to call Michael, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. He is the one who is at fault here. Why should I be the one who calls him? If I call him, doesn't it seem like I'm in the wrong here?

I then threw my phone onto the couch. I have decided. I would never be the first to call Michael. Even if he never calls me again, I will not be the one who calls him first.

I turned to Natalie and said in a determined tone, “I won't call him. I refuse to compromise on this matter.”

No matter what happens, Michael has to acknowledge his own mistake.

Looking at my determined expression, Natalie sighed helplessly. “All right. Don't call him if you don't want to. However, it can't be good for your child if you get emotional. How about we go and take a walk outside?”

Natalie had always respected my decisions. After seeing that I refused to call Michael, Natalie didn't press the issue further. She took another approach and tried to cheer me up.

I was not in the mood for shopping, but I still agreed when I thought about my child's health.

After getting out of the house, Natalie and I went to the shopping mall nearby. During these two days, Natalie told me that she insisted on being my child's godmother, and I agreed. She must be taking me to shop for presents for my child.

I was about to turn down her offer because since the child wasn't even born yet, it might still be too early for presents. However, Natalie was a stubborn person. Once she decided on something, there was no changing her mind, so I went along with her plan.

After arriving at the shopping mall, Natalie and I wandered aimlessly as we had no idea what to buy. Natalie was especially troubled as we didn't have any experience buying presents for children.

Natalie grabbed my arm as she looked troubled. “Anna, what do you think I should buy for my godchild? I have no idea ever after browsing for a whole day.”

I gestured at Natalie, not knowing what to buy. “I have no idea too. It's my first time getting pregnant, and I have no experience regarding this too.”

Just when we were browsing aimlessly and wondering what to buy, I noticed someone familiar nearby.