Turning to God for His First Love

The household staff started gossiping after Hannah left.

"Mrs. Moore is really ungrateful. She's lucky enough to marry into the Moore family—she didn't have to do anything but enjoy her life, yet she's still causing so much trouble."

"She can't be compared to Ms. Spencer. After all, Ms. Spencer has her own career and doesn't need to depend on anyone."

"She's just there to look good anyway."

I finally understood why the household staff had always looked at me that way. I felt a lump of bitterness in my throat.

Evan was the one who said that there was no one to take care of the household. That was why I gave up on my career to manage the household matters.

Even if I hadn't married into the Moore family, I would've been able to enjoy my life the same way. But now, everything had been twisted to seem like I was being ungrateful.

I didn't want to explain myself to them. Instead, I fired all of the gossiping household staff.

…

Jadon came back at night. He was calling for Evan as soon as he stepped in.

In the past, Evan would always stay with us on this day—it was the day Jadon anticipated the most.

But because of Jade's return, not only did Evan not stay the night, but he didn't even prepare his monthly gift for Jadon.

Aggrieved, Jadon cried as he asked for Evan. He looked up and asked, "Did Daddy leave because you threw a tantrum again, Mommy?"

My blood ran cold as I stared at his wide eyes. Since when had I turned into the one throwing a tantrum?

I was the one who had been managing the household and tending to Jadon's daily needs. Evan only came back once per month to enjoy himself and play with Jadon. But now, he became a good father who was aggrieved, while I turned into a bad mother who threw tantrums.

Jadon's cries grew louder. I had no choice but to call Evan. However, the one answering the call wasn't him, but a woman.

In the background, I could hear the sounds of running water.

Jade said, "Are you looking for Evan? He's currently in the shower. By the way, you're his current wife, aren't you? I heard that you two are in a marriage of convenience, with no feelings involved."

I couldn't help but tighten my grip on the phone. It was hard for my imagination not to run wild, with how they were both alone, and Evan taking a shower late at night.

After I managed to calm myself down, I said, "Ask him to come back—his son is waiting for him."

Jade burst out laughing from the other end of the line. Her voice was just as Evan had described in his scripture—gentle and easy on the ears.

She said, "You're an adult yourself. You should be aware of what happens between a man and a woman before a shower, right?"

After the call ended, Jade sent me many photos of her and Evan tangled up in bed. His usually cold and distant gaze was burning with desire in her photos.

Her text read: "Mrs. Moore, it's been a while since you and Evan slept together, hasn't it? He's really desperate."

I closed my phone and put Jadon to bed.

I grew determined as I looked at his face and the phone that kept lighting up.

Perhaps Hannah was right—a marriage of convenience was just about appearances. While I could endure it, Jadon couldn't.

He was already starting to blame me. I didn't even want to imagine what kind of child he'd turn out to be if this went on.

…

After sending Jadon to kindergarten, I headed straight to the monastery and cornered Evan.

I said, "Didn't you say that you had nothing to do with your first love? Why didn't you return home last night, then? Didn't you know Jadon has been waiting for you?

"Your heart has been astray for a long time, Evan. Jadon cried all night yesterday—I'm done taking chances with your love. I'm giving you two choices—either I leave with Jadon, or Jade does!"

I never imagined one day I'd become someone who would lose my composure while cornering a man in public. But right now, I stared at Evan with bloodshot eyes, waiting for him to give me an answer.

"Don't force my hand here, Cynthia. Please wait for me outside, I'll go find you once I'm done here." He spoke in a low tone, as if I were someone he was ashamed to be seen with.

I stopped pushing, knowing that I couldn't get an answer now. But I wasn't expecting to bump into Jade as soon as I stepped out.

I had never seen her before, but Evan had described her so vividly in his scripture. Her jet-black hair, fair skin, even the small light brown mole by her brow—it was all exactly the same.

"You're just how I imagined you to be, Mrs. Moore." Jade gave me a once-over before sneering. "Do you want to know why Evan doesn't care even if you bring up your son?"

"Move aside," I said icily. I had nothing to say to a homewrecker who involved themselves in someone else's marriage.

However, Jade's voice came from behind me. "Both Evan and you aren't allergic to cherries, right? But why can't your son have cherries?"