Enough to Be Your Wife, Ex!

Chapter2

Amelia

My head felt like it had been struck hard when I woke up. It was really because my body was so weak after donating blood for Sophia, and my mind was still heavy with thoughts of my marriage.

I shifted slightly and saw someone staring at me with those cold eyes. Every second, I felt an unbearable pain in my heart. It was easier when things were as usual, when I woke up and we didn’t have to see each other.

We’d been married for three years—husband and wife, but never once since our wedding had we shared a bed. Even when I gave birth to Julian, Liam wasn’t by my side. His blue eyes only softened a little when he looked at Julian.

"Can’t you stop causing problems?" His cold voice dripped with accusations.

I didn’t understand what he was talking about. My brows furrowed as I struggled to deal with the situation, my head still pounding.

"Haven’t you heard what people are saying about him?" Liam’s sharp gaze shifted to Julian. "They’re saying that child doesn’t look like me. He still can’t even speak properly, and it’s become an embarrassing topic for everyone."

I was desperate to keep acting strong without a single person supporting me. When we became the target of insults, Liam never stepped in to help. He would just watch with those indifferent eyes.

Julian was his child too.

The pounding in my chest made me clench my fists. Again and again, he made me feel this pain, and he put his own child in such a terrible situation.

"Liam, I think Julian really needs you by his side, because you’re his father."

Liam knew that Julian had ADHD. I had tried to get him therapy, but it was so difficult because Liam would often pull me away suddenly to donate blood for Sophia.

And I couldn’t ask anyone else to accompany Julian to therapy.

They all said it was my responsibility alone.

I swear, it was so hard. My heart was filled with so much sorrow, because this wasn’t just about me—it was about Julian, who was ignored.

It felt like I had dragged him into hell with me.

"He really needs you, he wants to be close to his father." My voice came out hoarse, the pain burning in my throat.

As Julian’s mother, I knew—even if he couldn’t say it, just how much he longed to be close to Liam. Sometimes I’d see him watching Liam from afar.

"Stop using that child just to get my attention." Liam’s voice was loud and sharp. "No matter what, I will never love you."

I ended up putting my hand over his mouth so he wouldn’t wake Julian, but he roughly brushed my hand away.

Anger filled his face. He should care too — he was the one who forced this marriage to happen. But how could he be this cruel?

The bitterness in my mouth tasted just like poison.

“…Please, don’t wake him up.” I swallowed hard. “I’m sorry, it’s my fault.”

I lowered my head.

What else could I do except say it was my fault? I always had to obey with this weak attitude. I was always the scapegoat.

"Understand that you’ve really made things difficult for me."

My heart stopped at his next words. The whole thing he ever did was ignore me and treat me badly.

The tense moment was interrupted when the sound of a phone call rang from his phone.

"Alright, I’ll go see Sophia."

He spoke, then turned away. My body moved on its own, I grabbed his hand and pleaded, “Today, could you play with Julian?”

I hoped, I so desperately hoped, that he would care about his own flesh and blood.

Liam brushed my hand away again and, with that same cold look in his eyes, left me standing there.

My body trembled, disappointment crashing into me like a black tidal wave.

I watched his back with tear-filled eyes. He always acted so quickly when it came to Sophia. It wasn’t the first time I’d noticed, but again and again it made me wonder if I could ever leave this relationship.

Half an hour later, I was outside with Julian. The day before, I had postponed buying ice cream with him because I’d had to fulfill Liam’s sudden demand to give blood to Sophia.

I tried so hard not to let any sadness show on my face. In a quiet place, where no one knew me, I felt a little better.

"Mom’s going to buy you chocolate flavor. You really love that, don’t you?"

Julian smiled when he got his ice cream. Because he has ADHD, he can’t have too much sugar... that’s why I only buy him ice cream twice a month. It’s something he always looks forward to.

We were outside, enjoying a bit of freedom in the city park while watching the birds flying overhead.

Honestly, I felt like I could live well with just Julian by my side.

Without realizing it, thinking about that made my ice cream melt in my hand.

"Are you lost in thought?"

Someone wiped my hand with his handkerchief.

A man with a bright smile, jet-black hair, and a dimple in his left cheek. He looked amazing, as always—Sean Morgan.

"Sean."

I immediately stood up, and my raised voice caught Julian’s attention.

When I was studying Film, Sean was my close friend. He always had incredible ideas and a real talent for understanding everything about film. I could also say that we were friendly rivals.

Suddenly he hugged me, and the feeling of longing made me hug him back tightly. I could feel my cheeks turning red.

It had been at least three years since we last met, and I knew he had become a very famous producer and actor. He always succeeded with his projects.

"Amelia, what a coincidence to see you here." I nodded, trying to hide my embarrassment.

"Your child?"

Back then, he only knew I was pregnant. I never really showed off my private life because Liam didn’t like it. I kept everything hidden carefully, hoping I wouldn’t cause him any trouble.

Yet even so, I always seemed to do something wrong.

"Yes." I called Julian over. "This is Julian. He’s my son."

As he reacted, I braced myself, but Sean’s response actually calmed me. Seeing him now, I could even say he treated Julian better than Liam ever did.

It had been an hour we’d spent together, and Julian had fallen asleep in his lap.

"I’m sorry, Sean."

I apologized and tried to lift Julian from him. But Sean stopped me.

"It’s okay, Amelia."

Sean had always been kind and warm. He hadn’t changed a bit. When I got married and dropped out of college, he kept asking if I was really sure about my decision.

He didn’t want me to quit my studies back then.

For two months after I got married, he still kept in touch until I finally changed my phone number. A small pang of regret tugged at me. I should never have let go of such a good friend.

"You still haven’t told me who your husband is."

I gave him an uneasy smile. "My husband doesn’t like rumors spreading."

"But you’re his wife. Is that really so wrong?"

"Yeah." I answered, my voice uncomfortable.

My answer was clearly strange, and his eyes were full of concern as he looked at me.

"Amelia, you know… I feel like he doesn’t treat you well."

His guess was so accurate that my heartbeat seemed to stop for a moment. A question rose in my mind, did he really not know who my husband was?

As he exhaled, he quickly ran his fingers through his hair.

"Amelia, you’re a talented woman. Anytime you want to come back to the entertainment world, or if you ever need my help, you can always reach out to me."

I had nothing to say to his sudden offer except a small nod of my head.