Mommy, Daddy Doesn't Want Us Back?

"Dr Rayleigh?" I asked.

"Do you think I'm lying?" She questioned back, arms crossed.

"Well, he's taking care of my son. Karma?" I said and was about to turn away. But Leah clutched a tuft of my hair in her fist. It hurt my scalp so badly, but I held it in.

"You should stop being such a bitch before I tell that dumb Olga about you. And I'll make sure you're not going to that dinner with my man. Nor you're talking to Rayleigh." She said. Her words were a lot to process.

Dumb Olga?

'My man'?

Rayleigh?

What does she even want from me?

"How did you know about Logan asking me out for dinner?" I asked, seething in pain as my scalp felt like ripping off. A meek human like her had a lot of strength.

"You're not the only one with good ears. Best of luck for that stupid dinner." Saying, she left my hair and strutted away. I wiped the tears of pain from the corners of my eyes.

The following evening, Logan dressed up in a nice tuxedo and was waiting for me at the packhouse entrance. I didn't have much clothing. Showing up in a tee and jeans seemed normal.

"Whoa! Look at her!" Leah was there, gasping a my attire.

"She isn't even respecting your invitation to such a fancy restaurant, Logan." She fed lies.

"Okay, first of all, I didn't know which restaurant-"

"Bullshit. If you didn't want to go, you should've told me." Logan threw his woollen scarf to the ground.

"I can still change," I spoke humbly. My chest was growing warm for some reason.

I went back and came out in a black dress. Clearly, I've grown out of proportion since I became a mother. Moreover, a stressed mother.

My plumpiness spilt around the underarm tucks. I didn't mind it. Helps me flaunt my natural beauty. But I was wrong.

Leah walked out, flaunting in a red dress. Her baby bump didn't seem as obvious in this. Or maybe she was wearing a compressor - which is harmful to the fetus.

I was confused and asked,

"Why are you dressed for our date?" I asked Leah.

"Because I invited her," Logan uttered, nonchalantly.

"Yup. Because he needs company who doesn't piss him off." Leah added to his words. When I turned to look at Logan, he was giving me a disgusted, annoyed gaze.

I didn't realize it until much later.

He was comparing me to the young beauty of his new lover. His new breeder, the human who made my life hell.

We reached the location. People pulled out cameras to take their pictures, thinking they were celebrities of sorts.

"Is she your maid or make-up artist? She's blocking the view!" One person stated, pointing to me. Leah burst into hysterical laughter.

Logan cut the impromptu photoshoot short and ushered us in. My face was red with embarrassment.

"Did you see that!?" Leah asked Logan whilst we rode the elevator.

"I did. I mean, she chose the dress herself." Logan replied, casually brushing Leah's face and booping her nose.

I didn't pay much attention to them. However, I looked down and noticed something odd.

Leah's heels were unbearably smaller for her swollen feet. I looked up with a raised eyebrow. She's hiding her discomfort for the sake of image.

"I can't wait to lick all the plates clean, Leah. The restaurant is fabulous, per reviews." Logan said suggestively. Oh, my Goddess...what did I bring myself into?

But when Logan let the door open and let Leah walk out, he suddenly caught my face in his hand, making my lips pucker out.

"You look beautiful to me regardless." Logan then kissed my lips, grunting like a beast and slapping my behind.

I knew Logan always had a thing for plump figures. One that Leah wasn't but she gave him more than physical pleasure. Manipulation. And he fell for her tricks too easily.

"Two glazed Rôti Pomme and wine for starters. Salad for the lady." Logan spoke to the waiter. The waiter was visibly confused.

"Which lady, sire...?"

"Both of them?" Logan nonchalantly shrugged his shoulders. I interluded and said,

"Steak with mashed potatoes and heavy gravy, please. Can I have sautéed vegetables on the side with pepper?.... thank you." I gave out my order and watched the server leave.

"Aren't you feasting a little too much?" Leah asked, sipping on water while Logan and I enjoyed wine.

"Might as well use the opportunity and eat a proper meal after a long time," I said casually. The table grew uncomfortable. Logan, even more annoyed.

His gaze suggested, "We will talk later".

I was munching on my well-deserved steak when Leah's stomach growled. She looked at Logan, who looked at me.

"She's not feeling well. Pregnancy is always hard for the women, isn't it?" Logan said, standing up. My reminiscence reminded me of the days when I was pregnant. The first trimester was messy.

'You're being too dramatic.' Said my mate. He was scrolling on his new phone. Agreed that we were young, barely 20 when I was pregnant. But he lacked empathy for me.

'I'm literally carrying your child, Logan.' I said in tears. He clicked his tongue, looking at me with disgust.

'So what? You're not the onky woman who was ever pregnant.' Rolling his eyes after breaking my heart, Logan walked out of our room.

The indifference made me chuckle. Logan and Leah disappeared for a few good minutes.

The restaurant, though on the higher end, had loads of hungry clients. The waiter passed by many times. Two hours passed.

"Maam. We need to clear the table." The manager approached and asked. I exhaled sharply and knew I had to pay with the whole of my savings or even work as a dishwasher to compensate.

I held in the tears as the card was declined thrice.

Just then, I got a call. From the least expected person.

I had to turn to him for help.