Chapter 2
Georgia’s POV
The only reason Jordan landed that director position at such a young age was because I pulled strings and begged my brother to push it through for him.
Jordan chased after me and blocked my path. “Georgia, don’t overreact, okay? My mom’s just got a sharp tongue, but she’s soft at heart. Don’t take her words too seriously.” Hearing him protecting his mother, I couldn’t help but let out a cold laugh. “Soft at heart? Really? What does she think I am? Her personal ATM? A free babysitter?”
But then he started getting flustered. “No! It’s not like that. She just wants us to get married soon. And she thought having a baby around would help us practice, that’s all.”
I looked him straight in the eye and seriously asked, “And you? What do you think about all this?”
Jordan hesitated, then awkwardly and unsurely replied, “I… I mean… I think she kind of has a point…”
That was it. I was done.
This man never truly saw me. In his eyes, I was just an accessory to his family, a
convenient woman to use.
“Jordan, let’s break up.”
His face dropped immediately upon hearing me say that.
“Georgia! Come on, don’t do this. We’ve been together for so long! You can’t just throw it all away over something so small!” he frantically said.
“Something small?” I stared at his panicked expression, bitterness welling up in my chest. “You know what? Doesn’t matter anymore. Don’t contact me again.”
As such, I walked right past him. As the elevator doors opened, I heard Mrs. Dawson screaming behind me.
“That little tramp! Thinks she’s something special?! Good riddance, saves me the headache of seeing her face!”
After leaving the postpartum center, I blocked Jordan’s number.
Still, that didn’t stop him. He kept calling me non-stop using different phone numbers, like a madman. But every time I’d hear his voice, I’d directly hang up.
It wasn’t until the twelfth call that I finally picked up, and his voice came through, choked with tears.
“Georgia, please. I’m begging you. My mom regrets everything. She booked a private dining room at the Le Luxe De La Mer just to apologize to you. You know how much I love you. We’ve been together for three years. Can’t you forgive me just this once?”
His voice cracked as he sobbed through the phone, and my heart softened just a little.
Maybe… maybe he really did feel sorry.
“Just an apology?” I asked, a bit doubtful.
“Yes! Just that. She promised no more talk about money,” he quickly confirmed.
I hesitated for a long time, but eventually gave in.
When I arrived at the Le Luxe De La Mer and stepped into the private dining room, I froze.
The room was packed.
At least a dozen people were there-every aunt, uncle, and cousin Jordan’s family had. And right at the head of the table was Ms. Dawson, smug as ever, cradling that baby like a trophy.
The moment she saw me, she stood up with a big fake smile plastered on her face and announced, “Everyone, this is my future daughter-in-law, Georgia! She even said she’s giving her little brother-in-law forty thousand dollars as a gift!”
What?!
I hadn’t even processed what she said when the relatives started crowding around me.
“Such a generous girl!”
“Eva, you’re so lucky with this one!”
“Youngsters really are thoughtful!”
Suddenly, one middle-aged woman in a loud floral blouse grabbed my hand and said, “Georgia, I heard from your mother-in-law that you’re also giving your condo near the school district for the baby to use when he grows up. That’s just so kind of you!”
Then another woman chimed in, “And since you’re clearly doing well financially, how about buying the kid a marital house too? You wouldn’t even notice the cost!”
Beaming, Mrs. Dawson remarked on the side, “Yesterday, she still tried to act all high and mighty. But clearly, she can’t stay away from my son.”
“Don’t worry, I won’t let your kindness go unrewarded. Once my younger son outgrows his baby clothes, we’ll save them for you and Jordan’s baby. That’ll help you save some money,” she added, sounding generous.
Jordan, on the other hand, sat awkwardly beside me, forcing a smile as he kept putting food on my plate. While he wasn’t saying a word, his eyes were pleading with me to just
endure this.
