I Can Hear My Family’s Thoughts

As per my father’s offer, I decided to leave both my son and husband behind and go back home where I would become his little girl again.

That decision came after I heard my family’s true thoughts following my surgery.

My husband thought, “It was just a minor issue! Why did she stay in the hospital for so long? She’s back and has yet to do any chores. Can’t she see that my suit needs ironing?”

My son thought, “She spent so much money on that surgery, and now she’s even drinking my favorite yogurt! Why can’t she be a successful businesswoman like Sarah? All she does is stay in the house and act like a freeloader!”

My mother-in-law thought, “She had to come back right when I’m making chicken soup, of all times! She can just drink the dishwater for all I care.”

Feeling utterly disappointed, I turned around and closed the door. Then I called my father.

“Yes, it’s just me. I’m not bringing anyone.”

Once I was done recovering from the surgery, I came back to an empty house. I had to wait for the next day to see my husband, Robert Price, coming home with his mother, Margaret Price, and our son, Rayan Price.

They appeared utterly unconcerned about me.

The moment the door opened, Sarah Hartley’s voice came through Robert’s phone. Sarah was Robert’s boss.

It drew closer as they entered the room.

“Sorry about that, Grace. It was my birthday yesterday, and Robby ended up staying over to celebrate with me instead of picking you up from the hospital. I did give him an earful, though, you can trust me!”

She sounded as though she was scolding him, but it was obvious she was mocking me. I stared quietly at Robert and was about to speak when Rayan’s thoughts flashed through my mind.

“Sarah is so nice! Nothing like my mom, who’s always breathing down my neck about homework. Why couldn’t Sarah be my mother?”

Rayan leaned against the doorframe with a frown. I looked at him and felt a pang of sorrow in my heart. How could the child I carried for nine months say that?

Just as I was about to lose my composure, Robert sat on the edge of the bed and said tenderly, “Get back to bed. You’re an adult. You should know better than to neglect yourself. If you end up back in the hospital, I’m going to be seriously upset with you.”

His tone was as warm and caring as always. Had I not been able to hear his true thoughts, I would have bought his whole sweet act.

“Look at her acting all dramatic. Is she about to throw a fit? I need to keep her calm. If I accidentally blurt out that this ramshackle was hers before we got married, how’s Rayan supposed to look up to me?”

I found it amusing, but I could not laugh out loud.

Back then, I fell for Robert at