The Ex-Wife's Secret (Jonathan and Teresa) novel Chapter 310

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This must be how all displaced souls feel. For the first time, the loneliness of displacement truly struck Teresa.

“We all have our battles, Rebecca sighed. “I grew up without my parents–put myself through school, scraped by, Now I’ve got stability, but life never stops testing you” Being an adult meant endless compromises.

Teresa said, “I really want a drink, Rebecca. Do you get how I feel?”

Not a chance, Rebecca said firmly. “I get it, but no drinking until that baby’s born”

Carrying a child changed everything. Every choice now carried double the weight. Teresa knew that. She cradled her belly. “Be kind to Mom, little one.”

“Is your firstborn a boy or a girl?” Rebecca asked.

“A boy,” “Teresa replied. “This time, I’m hoping for a girl”

“Classic,” Rebecca chuckled. “The grass is always greener,”

“Girls are easier, aren’t they?”

“Depends on the kid,” Rebecca said. “No guarantees.”

“True enough.” Teresa agreed. Then she asked about the baby’s gender.

“Not twins, but too early to tell. Another month, maybe” She paused. “Are you considering an abortion?”

“No,” Teresa said sharply. “I’m just curious. This baby is mine. Boy or girl–it doesn’t matter,”

“Then be patient,” Rebecca said. “The surprise will come.”

Teresa smiled.

The way Teresa dipped her chin when smiling made Rebecca think of Jennifer once again. She shared that same gesture. Yet where Jennifer’s gaze carried the sharp elegance at the corners, Teresa’s eyes softened into crescent moons–their features holding no true mirror.

After some idle chat, Teresa prepared to leave. Before leaving, she paused. “Would light exercise be alright?” She explained, “My son’s school is having its annual family sports day.”

“You’d better not run or jump. Ask a friend to go to the sports day for you,” Rebecca advised.

“Alright, I get it,” Teresa replied.

Rebecca, a few years older, had taken to treating ‘Teresa like a younger sister. “You’re so pretty. Don’t stay single. Go find yourself a new guy, you totally could.”

Teresa shook her head. One marriage was more than enough.

Rebecca sighed, sliding the fruit basket toward her. “Take these for your son. I don’t really eat fruit. If you need help, just Come find me. I’m at the clinic on Mondays and Wednesdays.”

“Thanks,” Teresa said and left.

When Teresa returned home, it was already evening. She came to the kitchen and began to prepare dinner. Michael fiddled with her phone and ran up to her. “Mom, you are chatting with Jonathan!”

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Teresa snatched her phone back, scrolling through the messages. Relief washed over her–no strange texts from her son. She quickly changed the passcode.

She fixed him with a stern look. “Go play with your tablet. Don’t sneak my phone again, or I’ll really get mad.”

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Michael pouted. “I just wanted to check if Jonathan texted you. Mom, why’s Jonathan’s contact name so weird? What does it mean?”

Teresa had changed Jonathan’s contact name to “Soused Doggy“. That was because he was always drinking and blacking out every time.

Michael pointed at the name. “Mom, what’s a ‘Soused Doggy‘?”

“Uh… It’s ‘Snazzy Doggy Teresa blurted. “It means he’s… good–looking!”

Michael crossed his arms and rolled his eyes. “Hmph, don’t try to fool me. I know the word ‘Snazzy‘. That’s not it.” He peered closer. “Is that ‘Silly? Why’d you call him ‘Silly Doggy“?”

“It’s not ‘Silly Doggy!” Teresa groaned. “Fine, I’ll change it. Okay?”

Michael tapped his chin thoughtfully. “How about… ‘Good Doggy‘?”

“Good Doggy it is.” Teresa typed the new name with exaggerated flair.

She scrolled through their short chat history and remembered she’d once said, “Whoever initiates their conversation becomes the dog.” After that, they hadn’t spoken again. ‘He had probably come back to Nareigh,‘ she thought.

“Mom.” Michael tugged her sleeve. “Can I message Jonathan and ask for another autograph? Heidi tore up the last one.”

“He’s probably asleep by now,” Teresa said, glancing at the time on her phone. “Don’t worry, I’ll ask him tomorrow.”

With Children’s Day around the corner, Teresa headed to the mall after work to buy a gift for Michael. She also bought two athletic shirts.

Ivy, tagging along, raised an eyebrow as she saw Teresa buy a kid’s T–shirt. “Who’s the kids‘ T–shirt for?” she asked.

“Oh, my neighbor asked me to grab it for her kid,” Teresa answered.

Ivy smirked and leaned in. “Don’t tell me you’re planning to wear one as a crop top.

Teresa rolled her eyes. “They’re children’s sizes. What’s wrong with you?”

“With your figure, you could totally rock it as a tight top.” Ivy waved her hands at Teresa’s chest. “Flaunt what you’ve got. If I had your

‘d be posting selfies every hour on Facebook. But you? Never see you update anything.”

haring. Teresa shrugged. She actually used to love posting updates, but ever since Truman tracked her her Facebook posts and started stalking her, she lost all interest in sharing her life online.

at very moment, on the penthouse floor of the building, Jonathan was in the midst of an interview with a financial magazine. Through the floor–to–ceiling windows stretched the breathtaking panorama of Everport.

The interview centered on youth entrepreneurship–a topic Jonathan spoke on with particular conviction, given that he himself was only thirty years old, at the peak of his prime.

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