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You Want a New Mommy? Roger That novel Chapter 2

Gregory was ecstatic when he heard what Wendy said. He even insisted she take the afternoon off to properly celebrate her birthday.

Wendy walked out of the hospital feeling empty and lost. She couldn't help but check her phone repeatedly. Just a single birthday wish from James or Ethan would've made her happy, yet no one remembered.

As she wandered through the streets, she suddenly received a notification on her phone. She opened it eagerly just to realize it was a birthday greeting from a shopping app.

Wendy stared at it as tears welled up in her eyes.

However, she was never one to be overly emotional. She quickly pulled herself together and called her parents. "Mom, Dad, want to have dinner tonight? I'll make the reservations."

There was a long silence on the other end before a heavy sigh came through.

Her mother's voice, Mary Compton, came through. "Wendy, I know you're upset that Jenna and James are celebrating Ethan's birthday today, and you're trying to make things difficult for her, but she's your sister. Can you really bring yourself to treat her like this?

"Think about it. If you hadn't gotten pregnant before marriage, Jenna would be the one married to James now.

"Don't you see? James doesn't love you. Even after having a child, the one he loves is still Jenna… Please, Wendy, for my sake, let them be."

So, that was what her parents, Mary and Chris Sanders, thought of her. That was how they saw her.

However, all she wanted was to have dinner with them, just someone to spend her birthday with. All her hopes were reduced to dust, as if something inside her broke completely.

Wendy listened quietly.

Was she hurt? At some point, she had gotten used to it.

Her parents had always favored Jenna, and they would always use the fact that Wendy was two years older than Jenna as a reason to make her give in. If Jenna was upset, it must be Wendy's fault.

If making Jenna happy meant letting her hit Wendy, her parents would even help hold Wendy down to let Jenna vent her anger.

While her parents never deprived her materially, they never once considered her feelings, just like her husband and son.

Was she disappointed? Perhaps she would be in the past. Now, she only felt numb.

Her stomach growled. So, she found a small diner and stepped inside, only to realize it was the one she and James used to frequent during their university days.

As soon as she walked in, the owners, Doug Pruitt and Connie Phelps, recognized her and greeted her warmly.

As Connie brought her a plate of Alfredo pasta with extra bacon, she beamed.

"It's been ages since you've come by. Missed the taste, right? Eat while it's hot. Oh, right! Miss, did you end up with that handsome guy?" Even after all these years, Connie still remembered James.

Wendy froze mid-bite. "No."

Connie visibly relaxed, breathing a sigh of relief. "That's good. I can't tell you how many times I wanted to warn you back then not to trust him. Sure, he was good-looking, but he's a scumbag.

"You should know that he was only dating you to get close to your sister. I always wanted to say something, but I was afraid you'd think that I was meddling. Good thing you were smart."

Connie rambled on about people and things from the past, and Wendy merely smiled.

As it turned out, her parents, her friends, and even bystanders saw things for what they really were. She alone had been blind, thinking James had changed only because she'd been too busy.

On her way home, she happened to spot James and Jenna in James' car. With Jenna in the passenger seat, the two chatted merrily, exchanging looks so intimate they could've been mistaken for lovers. Ethan was sleeping in the back with his belly exposed.

Wendy instinctively reached for her phone. She called James but immediately hung up.

She shook her head. It wasn't her place anymore.

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