The Price of Living Apart Together with My Husband

The next morning, Molly sat in the living room, obediently waiting for Andrew. But just like before, he didn't show up at all.

To cheer Molly up, I took her to the amusement park, and we played all day. But she wasn't happy. She kept glancing toward the park's entrance.

I knew, just like me, she was waiting for someone who wouldn't show up.

In the evening, I carried my sleeping daughter back home. But to my surprise, as soon as we reached the doorsteps, someone insisted on taking us to the Sonovan family's residence.

"Is there something you need?"

It was the first time in six years I had seen Andrew's mother, Erica Hull.

Erica merely shot me a cold glance before saying haughtily, "Huh, as expected from someone of low birth—you have no manners at all. Don't you even know how to greet your elders when you see them?"

I knew that in the eyes of the Sonovan family, I was nothing more than an ordinary country girl. Their family was wealthy and powerful, so of course, I must have been the kind of woman who clung to her son.

In the six years since she was born, Molly had never met her paternal grandmother. I didn't want to wake my daughter, so I covered her ears while Erica sat on the couch, looking at me with contempt.

"Kasey is pregnant, and the baby in the belly is the first grandson of our family."

My heart felt like it was ripped open.

At that moment, a man's gentle voice came from upstairs.

"Kasey, slow down. Be careful with the baby in your belly."

Andrew and Kasey Jordan descended from the second floor, looking every bit like a truly loving couple.

When Andrew saw me in the living room, his expression changed. But he still carefully helped Kasey down the stairs.

Erica went to greet them with a smile.

She affectionately rubbed Kasey's tummy, saying, "Our family's grandson must be of pure blood, not a brat with mixed blood."

Erica glanced at me with disdain, as if I were some kind of trash.

"Andrew, since you and Kasey are together now, it's time to get rid of anyone who shouldn't be here."

Andrew's face showed a hint of hesitation as he grabbed Erica's hand. "Mom, didn't you promise me—"

Kasey looked at him weakly with soft, tear-filled eyes.

Andrew hesitated instantly.

Knowing what his choice would be, I swallowed the bitterness rising in my throat.

"Molly is my daughter—she has nothing to do with your family."

Molly, who was still in my arms, woke up from the noise. Sleepily, she reached up with her small hand to touch my red-rimmed eyes.

"Mommy, don't cry. I'll be a good girl."

I held her tightly in my arms and kissed her little face.

"Molly, from now on, you don't have a daddy anymore. You only have mommy, okay?"

Andrew opened his mouth, wanting to explain. But I didn't look at him.

He knew I had a stubborn temper, but he never expected me to agree so easily to Erica's request. It was just like back then, when I loved him so much that I disregarded everyone's opposition and resolutely stayed in the country for him.

Molly was still confused, but I could see the sadness in her eyes. I didn't want my daughter to be hurt any further, but as I was about to leave, Kasey blocked my way.

"Andrew, how could you be honest with Mia?" Kasey asked.

I looked at Andrew, who averted his gaze.

"After I got pregnant, I couldn't sleep well. But Andrew said your courtyard house is very quiet, so I'd like to move there to rest and focus on the pregnancy," Kasey said.