The Indifferent Ex-Husband Heartstrings in the Mall of Fate

Chapter 141

Sophia was at home tucking the little ones in for a nap when she got the message.

The kiddo had just nodded off, and Susan was also around the house.

Sophia went dead silent for a bit when she saw the message, just zoning out while staring at her phone screen.

Susan took a shot in the dark, “Brandon?”

Sophia chuckled, “As if it’d be him.”

Then she flipped her phone towards Susan, “It’s from Don.”

Susan glanced at it, then back to Sophia, “Honestly, I think you should totally snag this job opportunity.”

She glanced at the little girl snoozing on the bed, “Just picture Theresa punching in one day, bragging to her pals all proud-like, ‘My mom designed this – how cool is that?”

She picked up the design proposal Sophia had left on the table, flipping through it with a touch of regret, “Such a killer design getting buried would be such a waste.”

Sophia glanced at the design proposal too, but kept mum.

Susan looked at her.

got its own head honcho, He won’t be getting his hands dirty. As long as he doesn’t make a point of showing up, you two bumping into each other in that company is pretty much slim to

int

to pass up a job once because of getting hitched and having a bun in the oven, and now to duck him, you’re gonna pass

the day, fresh out of college, Sophia had a sweet job lined up, but then she got pregnant, and with the early pregnancy being rocky, she had to play it safe and stick around

the loop for a whole year, and when she started job hunting again, it wasn’t the same as right after graduation.

off on projects with her mentor Zachary Gardner, but without a solid track record of a 9-to-5, employers were iffy, offering her gigs that

portfolio and the experience she racked up had her itching for a shot at flying solo in design, so the job hunt was never quite hitting the

why she later thought about hitting the books

that she’d finally clawed her way back to a stable spot in the design world on her own terms, the idea of giving it up felt like a waste to Susan. Sophia felt the pinch too. If Brandon weren’t the client, she wouldn’t be sweating

me a straight answer,” Sophia glanced at the still-sleeping tyke, “If he’d

said yes, she’d never spill the beans about the kid to him or even to the kid

to

woman wants to wake up one day to

to break the news to him, but definitely

Brandon and his folks might be about the kid, whether

heads to fight for custody,

checkup to the life-and-death struggle in the delivery room, to the round-the-clock grind of looking after a newborn, all that blood, sweat, and tears weren’t something you could just wipe away because

couldn’t just give up her

the glue that forced two

Crawley family and didn’t want to be sucked back in because of the kid.