Chapter 5
I fell for Alfred when I was in college.
My mother passed away early, so my father watched me closely and always told me not to show off my wealth in public.
Alfred didn’t come from a wealthy family, but he was kind, hardworking, and always motivated.
I was his ordinary girlfriend for three years.
After we graduated, he didn’t have the money for a dowry–no house, no
car, not even a job.
To marry him, I had a big argument with my father and ran away from home. My father stopped giving me money, so I had to work day and night selling beef pasta to earn a living.
I kept at it for a year before my father finally agreed that if Alfred stayed the same for three years after marriage, he would accept him as the Mackey family’s son–in–law.
Sadly, Alfred let me down completely.
When I got off the plane, someone handed me a bouquet of roses.
In the six years with Alfred, I never once got flowers from him because he said it was a waste.
Seeing Keiran Nyland smiling at me, I took a deep breath and accepted.
the flowers.
Keiran frowned a little and glanced at me a few times.
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“Did my dad send you here? I want to rest in the hotel before going home.” I said.
Keiran put his hand on my shoulder and gently wrapped his arm around my neck. “I’ve been studying traditional medicine lately. You should take care of yourself first.”
Before I could even get home, Keiran took me to a rehabilitation center.
It didn’t matter where I stayed, so being in a rehabilitation center was a good chance for me to figure out how to talk to my father about everything.
At the rehabilitation center, someone made healthy meals for me every day and helped me with rehabilitation exercises.
Looking at the table full of fancy, nutritious food, I suddenly realized that Alfred never really cooked healthy meals for me before. He’d just thrown together whatever was easy.
And it had tasted awful.
I logged into a different Facebook account, and messages immediately started popping up.
Besides some old friends of mine, Melissa sent the most messages.
She’s my father’s ex–girlfriend’s secret child, an illegitimate child he never knew about, born in secret and given her mother’s surname.
When her mother brought her to meet the family, I wasn’t there, but somehow, she found my contact info and kept sending me messages, pretending to care for me.
“Helena, when are you coming back? Dad really misses you!
“We share the same father, so we’re sisters. You have to tell me first when
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you come home!”
I opened my Facebook.
The newest post showed a picture of Melissa’s pregnant belly, with at video attached..
A man’s hands were gently rubbing stretch mark oil on her stomach.
In the background, you could hear her saying, “I’m really happy!”
If you scroll back more, there are many travel photos, all subtly showing off.
Even though Alfred’s name was never mentioned, he appeared in every photo somehow.
This matched the time when Alfred was away on a work trip.
They had been together for longer than I expected.
A few months later, Melissa shared a photo of herself and her newborn
son
I liked the post.
Right then, Melissa sent me a message in the chat box.
“Helena? Are you home? I give birth to a healthy baby boy! As his aunt, don’t forget to prepare a gift for him!”
I tapped my screen and answered, “Of course! Since he’s Dad’s first grandson, I’ll prepare a special gift.”
