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.

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

already pale face blanched even

you mean?"

and I'm going to be a grandmother." She beamed and

shifted

her curiously. "What's the

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

her words, but Selma

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

In the AN Group.

stood towering over the city, and the people below looked like small, moving specks. His face was impassive and unreadable

his

profile. A chiseled face, with deep eyes and

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

he said, acknowledging

front of Selma. His eyes were

him, and all the difference was just because one

are you doing here? Shouldn't you be at home?" Kevin didn't even bother with

here to be all nice

as if you're forgetting that you have a family other than

gut. "What is it? Just say it. I have an important meeting

should

Rose, except for that one time when Selma drugged him. He had just found out that Anne could

his head, but he

now, he

the Fu Family's

Inside the house, a woman in a white dress stood at the window of the living room

her eyes widened

you're finally back. I didn't think you'd come and see

herself into Kevin's arms. Kevin made no move to remove himself from her with her condition in mind. Selma watched the two,

with Kevin. I'll make some chicken

want anything? I can cook for you. Mom told me not to tire myself out, but I

said, "Rose, you are

spoken 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

face froze. "What?" she asked. Tears gathered in her eyes as she looked at Kevin. "Did you really just say that? This

you can pass around as you please. It's a human,

as

to leave unscathed. Anne or Rose. One of them would inevitable suffer from his choice, and he knew that the person he wanted to protect the most was Anne, even if it meant

do anything. But no one saw through the success.

Selma came

the tears in Rose's

answer, but was unable to

her eyes and she