Attracted By My Ex-wife

In the Fu Family's house.

The mirror reflected a figure clad in a red robe. Selma held her phone and spoke.

"What? So there's nothing wrong with Anne?" she asked, her voice rising in unmistakable surprise.

She, however, quickly recovered from the initial shock. In only a short moment, she had sorted out her thoughts and continued, "That doesn't matter. Since things have come to this point, there is no way Anne can marry into our family again. We can just compensate her. It wouldn't be too hard. Things have just fallen into their rightful place."

"Make sure to keep it a secret. No one can know." With those final words, she ended the call. Things had been taken care of for now, but the silence that followed was unnerving.

The person on the other end of the call was Sam. He was her nephew, but she couldn't be sure where his loyalty was placed.

Selma gave out a heavy sigh and sat on the bed. She reached for the lamp and turned off the light. Tonight, she would sleep with these small anxieties echoing in the dark.

It was five o'clock in the morning when she woke.

Her mind still foggy with sleep, Selma strained to make out the sound of a low voice. The sun had barely risen, and it was a mystery why someone would be up in this hour.

She got up and crossed the room to her door. The moment she opened it, Rose was walking, taking hurried but quiet steps to the direction of the bathroom.

Selma's brows were furrowed as she followed her. The door of the bathroom was closed, but Selma was able to make out the sound of someone vomiting as she pressed her ear to the door and held the handle. She had already been concerned for Rose, and this only added to her growing worry.

The hand that was holding the door tightened loosened. She backed away quietly, her footsteps light as she left.

Two hours later, it was time for breakfast. Selma sat at the table and slowly chewed on a piece of bread, still lost in thought.

The sound of a chair scraping against the floor pulled her out of her musing. It was Rose, also sitting down for breakfast. "Good morning, mom," she greeted her.

Selma's eyes widened slightly as she took in Rose's form. "Why are your eyes so dark? You look like you didn't sleep," she said.

"I'm fine. I'm a little tired, but it’s nothing a bit of rest won't cure," Rose smiled sweetly as she answered.

"Don't wait to feel worse. If you're not feeling well, you should just go to the hospital. You should..."

Selma cut herself off abruptly. She was about to say how pregnant women should be taking good care of their health, but she caught herself in time. She had her suspicions, but it was not certain that Rose was pregnant.

"Okay," Rose relented, her eyes fixed on the table.

There was egg custard in front of her. It was Rose's favorite, but her face was scrunched up as if in disgust. Her face went pale and she turned away.

Selma was carefully watching her, not missing her discomfort and the pallor of her skin.

"Mom, I don't feel like eating. Sorry, I think I'll skip breakfast for now," Rose said, about to excuse herself from the table.

But Selma held her back. "Wait, Rose. Let's go to the hospital for a check up."

"No, I don't need it. Really, Mom, I'm fine. I'll just go to my room and rest. I'll be fine after, I'm sure," Rose refused continuously.

out a resigned breath. "You silly girl. You're pregnant. You don't even have any idea, do

already pale face blanched

mean?" she

and I'm going to be a grandmother." She beamed and continued, "Listen. We have to go to the hospital.

Rose's expression shifted into awkwardness and

at her curiously. "What's the

we not go to Sam's hospital? I heard that Anne and Sam have a good relationship. I'm

didn't finish her words, but Selma

do that. There are plenty of good doctors elsewhere. We can go where you'll be

In the AN Group.

view outside. Densely packed buildings stood towering over the city, and the people below looked like small, moving specks. His face was impassive and

here," his assistant walked

superior's profile. A chiseled face, with deep eyes and distinct eyebrows the color of coal, high defined

wearing a tailored suit of pure black, the fabric outlining his strong figure—wide shoulders tapering down to a narrow waist and further to long, graceful legs. One could liken him to an elegant panther as he stood and turned

acknowledging the

front of Selma. His eyes were aloof and

not recognize him, and all the difference

you be

knew Selma didn't come here to be all nice and

it seems as if you're forgetting that you have a family other than that woman,

twisted inside Kevin's gut. "What is it? Just say it. I have an

should at least be able to check

when Selma drugged him.

but

For now, he had to

the Fu Family's

turned off. Inside the house, a woman in a white dress stood at the

Kevin, her eyes widened in surprise and joy filled her

back. I didn't think

Kevin's arms. Kevin made no move to remove himself from her with her condition

Kevin. I'll make some chicken soup for you," she said, then left the two

so rare for you to come back. Do you want anything? I can cook for you. Mom told me not to

her and said, "Rose, you are

to her like that before. A smile curved on her lips. But Kevin continued, "But I can't promise you anything. After you give birth to the baby, you can decide. You

eyes as she looked at Kevin. "Did you really just say

as you please.

silent as Rose's eyelids

would inevitable suffer from his choice, and

like some god, as if he knew everything and could do anything. But no one

this time that Selma came back. "Dinner is ready," she

the tears in Rose's eyes. "Rose? What's

answer, but was unable to

and she bowed her