On the Rooftop, My Husband Kisses His First Love

After sending Harry to school, I drove to the bakery. The enticing aroma momentarily eased my worries.

Two shop assistants who were stocking the goods came over.

"Ms. Murphy, you haven't been here for a few days. We thought perhaps you were prioritizing your family over the bakery now."

I smiled wryly, stepped aside, and grabbed a donut.

I took a bite, and my mouth was full of bitterness.

As more customers arrived, the shop assistants grew increasingly busy. I pitched in to pack the food, but they complained that I was too slow.

​It felt like I never seemed to fit in anywhere I went.​

"Ms. Murphy, please go home and take a nap. You are really not needed here."

I shrugged, exited the bakery, and prepared to head to the café.

I arrived half an hour early and ordered a latte to wake myself up.

I tried to avoid thinking about anything else, but my mind kept replaying everything about Rachel.

A month ago, Patrick brought her home for the first time. She liked Harry very much and kept praising him for his intelligence and talent when teaching him to play the piano.

I took the time to send a fruit platter to the piano room. She had been beaming with joy, but when she saw me, her face unusually darkened.

I assumed people who studied piano were quite aloof. However, in addition to showing undisguised love for Harry, she also seemed very close to Patrick.

But I never suspected him.

Because apart from taking her home on the first day, he never paid attention to her again.

He frequently expressed to me his discomfort about the sudden addition of a woman to the family and his decision to dismiss her after just a month.

When Rachel was at home, Patrick would openly show affection toward me, like kissing my forehead and giving me shoulder and back massages.

At that moment, she would lower her head with a sad look on her face.

It gave me the illusion that, as a piano teacher, she came here full of enthusiasm and departed disappointed.

Now, I suddenly understood why Patrick was easy-going with everyone except her. Perhaps he was avenging himself for being abandoned.

He had various ways to humiliate her and take revenge on her, but why did he use me and Harry as stepping stones to his goal?

I became tense and involuntarily started breathing heavily. The shop assistant grasped my shoulders and gently shook me, snapping me back to reality. That was when I noticed it was already half past ten in the morning.

I called Patrick and heard him anxiously panting on the other end of the phone.

"Honey, I'm sorry. I broke the appointment. Harry... He..."

I instantly rose from my seat, and my voice became sharp unconsciously. "What happened to Harry?"

Patrick gritted his teeth and replied with suppressed anger, "He was taken away by Rachel."

"What?"

The news struck me like a thunderbolt, and my mind kept buzzing.

Why did Rachel take Harry away? What did she want to do?

"Patrick, if anything happens to Harry, I will never let you off!"