I turned to my mom and reassured her. “Don’t worry about me. Leaving David is the best thing I can do—for me and for my child.”
“And besides…” I pause, then dropped the real bombshell. “In two weeks, I’m marrying Elijah.”
Mom’s head snapped up, her face frozen in shock. “What did you just say?”
“Sweetheart, marriage isn’t a game. And why Elijah all of the sudden?”
My mom looked at me, worry deep in her eyes. “We raised you to be loyal in love. Don’t mess around with something this serious!”
My mom was so anxious that her face turned pale. She thought I was the one who had cheated and now I was getting divorced because of Elijah.
In truth, Elijah was just helping me out.
I smiled and said, “Mom, if I told you the baby was Elijah’s, would you hit me?”
My mom lunged at me with a feather duster, almost swinging it at me, but a strong hand grabbed it in mid-air.
It was Elijah.
Dressed in a sharp suit, he looked confident and poised, standing tall and handsome. He glanced at me, then smiled warmly at my mom and said, “Auntie, if you’re going to hit someone, hit me. It’s all my fault, don’t blame Annes.”