Ch. Broken 4 Broken 4

04 

It was a month later when Micah Yip and I finally got the marriage certificate and fully 

moved into the Yip Family home. Joey was already waiting eagerly at the door. 

Joey is the child Micah Yip’s deceased older brother left behind, later adopted by Micah Yip. 

I’ve practically watched him grow up. 

He helped me pack, carefully trailing behind me. 

“Aunt Lowell, will I be like Felicity now, a child with a mother?” 

My heart ached, and I hugged him tight. 

“Of course.” 

Micah Yip proposed this marriage of convenience for Joey’s sake, so I guess I should play the 

dutiful mother. 

“Arts and crafts project due tomorrow? Let Mom have a look.” 

Joey pursed his lips, blushing. 

In the living room, the ever–aloof Micah Yip is tearing his hair out over his son’s arts and crafts project. 

This kind of thing, though? I’m a natural. I practically stayed up late to do Felicity Gresham’s homework, but she complained my gaming was holding her back and never let me join in on parent–child activities. 

And just like that, an exquisite arts and crafts project takes shape. 

The father and son looked at me like I’d just split the atom or something. 

I smiled, a warm feeling of validation washing over me. 

“Tomorrow, Mommy will take you to the parent–child activity.” 

Joey cheered wildly. 

After getting Joey down, my smile vanished, and I glared at the constant stream of 

messages on my phone. 

“Honey, it’s been a month. I’ll pick you up tomorrow. Let’s get remarried.” 

“Tomorrow’s the kindergarten parent–child thing. Felicity agreed to go with you. Happy now?” 

Felicity Gresham even bothered to send a few texts for a change. 

“The arts and crafts project requirements have been sent. Bring it to school tomorrow 

morning.” 

“I want you to make the bento box. And make sure you make extra for Lydia to take home.” 

I ignored the messages on my phone and turned off the lights to sleep. 

The next morning, Micah Yip told me to sleep in and took Joey to school himself. 

I made the bento box and got in the car. My phone was still blowing up with messages. 

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“Mom, why aren’t you here yet? You woke up so late; how are you going to have time to make 

my bento?” 

4:55 pm DDDD. 

“Joey says his mom is gentle and beautiful. Hmph, if Lydia showed up, she’d definitely put her 

to shame.” 

“Joey said his mom’s arts and crafts project is super amazing. If you make me lose, I’m never 

talking to you again.” 

I blocked them both, nuked my phone, and grabbed the bento box and arts and crafts 

project before getting out of the car. 

I walked into the kindergarten, scanning for Micah Yip and his kid. Then, two little voices 

piped up behind me. 

“Mom!” 

I turned around, and someone snatched the bag from my hand. 

Sebastian Gresham grabbed my hand, grinning. 

“Wife, I’ve missed you like crazy. Finally get to bring you home today.” 

Felicity Gresham shot a smug look at Joey. 

“My mom’s here. Where’s yours?” 

With that, she snatched the arts and crafts project from my hand. Before I could stop her, she’d already ripped open the packaging. 

Then she let out two enormous sneezes, her face a mask of disbelief. 

“Don’t you know I’m allergic to pollen?! How dare you use flowers!” 

Sebastian Gresham frowned. 

“How could you forget something like that? No wonder Felicity likes Lydia Hunt better. Did you bring her allergy medicine?” 

Because Felicity Gresham is allergic to pollen, I haven’t touched a flower since she was born. 

Yet, Felicity Gresham could endure being covered in red welts just to help Lydia Hunt take photos among the flowers. 

When she had to be hospitalized for an IV, it broke my heart and brought me to tears. 

Sebastian Gresham, however, dismissed it, saying, “Girls aren’t that fragile. Lydia Hunt’s just naturally outgoing. Did you expect her to actually care for the kids?” 

Now, over one little handmade thing, they’re acting like they’ve caught me out, jumping at 

the chance to accuse me. 

I snatched the box back, looking at them, father and daughter, with indifference. 

I distinctly remember telling you to keep your allergy medication on you at all times. 

Felicity Gresham covered her ears. “I’m getting calluses listening to this.” 

I continued, “And this is the last time I’m reminding you. But your allergy is your problem, 

because this arts and crafts project isn’t yours. That’s what you get for snooping through other people’s things.” 

Felicity Gresham’s impatient expression froze. 

I waved behind her. 

“Joey, come help Mommy with this. Where’s Daddy?” 

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Joey had been watching Felicity Gresham and me from the same spot, but she only dared 

to come forward when she heard me. 

“Something came up at work. Daddy went to take a call.” 

He eagerly snatched the item from my hand, gazing at the riot of flowers in the box with 

undisguised delight, exclaiming in admiration for what felt like the hundredth time. 

“Mom, you made it so beautifully.” 

Felicity Gresham was like a furious little lioness. 

“That’s my mom! Who said you could call her mom!” 

The smile finally vanished from Sebastian Gresham’s face as he looked at me. 

“Honey, are you still holding a grudge against Felicity?” 

He patted Felicity on the head. 

“How dare you speak to your mother like that! Apologize this instant!” 

Felicity Gresham stiffened. 

“Mom knows I’m allergic to flowers, and she still used them. It’s clearly her fault.” 

She reached out, trying to snatch the object from Joey’s arms. 

“But I’ll forgive you this time. I’ll hand it in to the teacher.” 

Joey didn’t let go, but looked at her seriously and said, 

“This is my homework. Mommy and Daddy helped me with it.” 

Felicity Gresham froze, staring at me in disbelief. 

Joey spotted Micah Yip in the crowd and waved excitedly. 

“Daddy, Mommy is here.” 

Micah Yip took my hand and asked, all casual–like. 

“I made you breakfast before I left. Did you eat it?” 

Before I could even answer, Sebastian Gresham glared at me, his voice dark. 

“Wife? What the hell is going on with you and Micah Yip? Why are you living together?” 

My eyes swept over the stiff father and daughter. 

“Don’t call me that anymore. We’re divorced.” 

“Let me introduce you. This is my new husband, Micah Yip. I doubt I need to introduce you two, do I?”