The Arranged Bride

Chapter - 13

Sophia's POV

When I came to the living room I was stopped by what I saw. The sight in front of my eyes completely broke my heart.

Nick was sitting on the sofa with that same blonde girl from his office straddling him. They were sucking their faces off.

How could he ? The previous night he stole a kiss from me and now he had brought a woman home !?.

Ignoring the bitter pain in my heart , I turned to look at Ethan to not find him there.

Just then he was coming out of his room with a duvet in his hand which was covering his view.

I went up to him.

" I brought this. We can cuddle under this while watching the movie." , He said with smiling eyes.

" Ethan , why don't we go out for some ice cream ?" , I asked covering up with a bright smile.

He thought for a second and then grinned, nodding.

I turned to look at them who were standing and looking at us. Nick was looking away while that blonde bimbo was smirking at me. How matured !

After making sure that Ethan won't notice his father in a compromising position with another woman , I took the cover from Ethan which was blocking his view.

" Honey , can you go to my room and bring the small bag lying on the bed , please ?" I asked Ethan.

" Yess Momm " he sang and went upstairs.

I couldn't help but smile each time he called me that.

When I turned around , I saw Nick had a shocked expression apparently at Ethan , calling me Mom.

" Nick , really? This is what you are capable of? Making out with a random woman in your house when you know your son is in the house and may come here anytime? Matured much ?" I spat.

" Whom did you call a random woman , huh ? You bitch ! I am his girlfriend. " , That bimbo snarled angrily.

It was like a second blow to my prestige. But I masked my emotions. Never would I give that bimbo the satisfaction of seeing me hurt.

" Well , congratulations to you ! Now kindly get out, will you or I need to kick you out ?" , I spoke sarcastically.

" And who gives you the right to do that? Who do you think you are ? Oh I remember, my gold digging wife ? " He scoffed. " When you spoke earlier , you unknowingly said the right words. This is my house and Ethan is my son. So don't you dare lecture me on what I should be doing in my house and how I should be parenting my son . " He said, emphasizing on 'my'.

because he

away my tears ,

to hear the name , the wound Nick had given was

towards Nick who picked him up and placed him

Are you coming with us for ice cream ?" He asked

bit busy. " ,

dropped a bit but he nodded in

and he took Ethan out .

with you two." , Nick

don't need a

And I don't trust you with my

to the car. Benjamin, Leo and Ethan were already seated . I slipped in beside

window and the cool breeze hit my face. I was feeling a

front of an ice cream parlour. Walking out of

want sweetheart?" I

Cookies and cream "

One cookies and cream flavoured and one double choco-chip

a table . Ethan filled me on his daily routine , his friends and

of the time I was happy. I felt

ice-creams for Benjamin and Leo and paid the bill with my card. I was capable enough

mine I walked

them the ice creams which they first refused and then on further insistence ,

we were returning I replayed everything that happened

Ethan who was now lying down with his head

son. Yes , Ethan is my son as well . He wants

sleeping Ethan inside. Nick was nowhere to be seen. After putting him to bed

.....

?" , Char yelled

Char and Ryan here to catch up but the very first thing they wanted to know was how had been my married life so far . So I had to spill the beans and I would be lying if I say it didn't

Char !" , I tried calming her. I 'tried'.

AND THEN BRINGS

Ethan will hear you, so don't curse." , I said while

I was having my day off and Ethan was till sleeping. I had went to wake him up but he was being whinny , so I let him sleep a little more. Nick has left for office even before I

at Ryan who was quietly staring at

"What ?"

to talk

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