The Reclaimed Rose (Annalise and Steven)

Chapter 3

Steven gripped my chin with his other hand. His grip was firm and unyielding, preventing me from turning away. Following that, his lips pressed down on mine. "You'll enjoy it."

...

Zachary was in his final year of kindergarten. School started at 8:00 am sharp every day.

The kindergarten was a 20-minute drive from home. To make sure he wasn't late, we would leave by 7:30 am every morning, so I woke up at 6:30 am to prepare breakfast. That morning's breakfast was simple-ravioli I had prepared the night before.

What was a bit more work was the soup base. I had to make fresh chicken soup.

I laid some herbs at the bottom of the pot, placed a whole cleaned chicken inside, and added some vegetables on top. I covered the pot and let it boil on high heat.

Once it started boiling, I lifted the lid, and the rich aroma of chicken soup filled the kitchen. I added a bit of salt, then lowered the heat to let it simmer.

After finishing everything, I left the kitchen satisfied and went to the walk-in closet to pick out outfits for Zachary and Steven.

Steven, as the CEO of his company, dressed more formally. Zachary, being a child, mostly wore comfortable and practical clothes.

Once I laid out the outfits in their respective bedrooms, they were almost done getting ready.

I took that opportunity to ladle the chicken soup and cook the ravioli. The chicken soup was already hot, so it didn't take long to boil. I put enough ravioli for all three of us into the pot and waited quietly for it to cook. "Mommy!"

I turned around upon hearing Zachary's angry voice and saw him rushing toward me with his tablet.

He was furious. "Did you delete Ms. Jessie's contact and leave the group chat we were in?"

I looked at his flushed, angry face and shook my head. "No."

But I could understand Zachary's feelings. He was still too young to grasp right from wrong.

In his eyes, Jessica let him indulge in things. He could eat freely and play as he pleased. So, to him, Jessica was his favorite person.

Even if we adults cut off his connection with Jessica for his own good, he wouldn't be able to accept it.

I had prepared myself for his anger, but I hadn't expected his words to be so hurtful.

"Who else would do that other than you?" Zachary glared at me. "No wonder everyone says Daddy doesn't like you! Women like you, who want to control every detail of other people's lives, don't deserve to be loved!" Even though I had anticipated him losing control and saying extreme things, I still told myself that I should be understanding. I was his mother, after all.

sharp arrow, effortlessly

was really so

trembled uncontrollably. "Daddy doesn't like me? Then, who does he

He told me himself that he liked her long

My mind went blank. "How

told me, of course. Why else would he always take me to

innocent, straightforward response only made his

Steven didn't like Jessica, he wouldn't have kept in contact

It felt as though a large hand was gripping my heart tightly. In that instant, a sharp pain

because he doesn't want me to end up in a single-parent family like you, as it could be bad for my

he divorces you, you'll cling to him or hurt

his voice still soft and innocent. But the things he said were far beyond what

only saying these things because he was upset. But my hands

ravioli was done. The aroma filled my

not to think about Zachary's words as I served him a bowl. Worried it might be too hot for him, I

both hands and slammed

loud crash, and

a limit to how much you can throw a fit.

well. Our eyes locked, neither of us willing to

me, he cried as he ran off.

push me very hard, but

disbelief at

his young age and undeveloped sense of judgment, he often said and did

calmly afterward what was

in situations like this, he'd come up to me, wrap his arms around my neck, and say, "Mommy, I said something that made you sad, did I? I'll remember that, and I won't say it again." Then, he'd nuzzle his face against mine. But

against the stove. My tears

become like this? Was

reflected on myself

him before. He was young and didn't understand that everything I did was for his own good. All he felt was

unrestrained indulgence made him feel relaxed, so he slowly drifted toward her and away from

on him, would it mend

took another bowl from the

Steven hadn't eaten yet. Unlike before, I didn't serve him his ravioli but instead placed the empty bowl on the table

admit that my mind was a jumble of thoughts