CHAPTER THIRTEEN:THE SHADOW THAT WOULDN'T GO AWAY
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After we came back from Hawaii, life at home felt like a mix of sweet moments and heavy clouds. Ray was growing so fast. At six months he started sitting up by himself and making cute sounds that made us laugh. Mr. Raymond loved playing with him on the floor of the living room after work. He would lie on his stomach and make funny faces while Ray giggled and tried to reach for his daddy’s tie. Those moments made my heart feel warm, but the sadness inside me was still there like a shadow that followed me everywhere.
Some days were good. I would wake up, feed Ray, and feel okay. Other days I woke up feeling empty, like something was missing even though I had everything. I cried easily — when Ray refused to eat, when I looked in the mirror and saw my changed body, or when I remembered how hard life was before. The medicine the doctor gave me helped a little, but it was not magic. It took time.
My husband noticed everything. He never got angry. Instead, he would quietly take Ray so I could rest. One afternoon I was sitting in the nursery crying softly while Ray slept. Mr. Raymond came in, sat beside me on the floor, and pulled me into his arms without saying anything at first. Then he spoke gently. “Bella, I know it is hard. You don’t have to pretend to be strong all the time. I married you because I love the real you — the girl who worked hard, the girl who is kind, the girl who is fighting now. Let me carry some of this weight with you.”
His words made me cry harder, but they were good tears. I told him how guilty I felt for not being the happy wife and mother I thought I should be. He listened and then said, “Many women go through this. The doctor explained it. It is not your fault. We will keep seeing the counselor together if you want. And if you need more help at home, we will get it. You are not failing us. You are healing.”
From that day he started coming home even earlier. He hired a kind older lady named Mrs. Lopez to help with cleaning and cooking so I didn’t have to worry about the house. My sister also came to stay with us for two weeks. She played with Ray and talked to me for hours. “Remember when we were small and Mom was sick? You were the strong one then. Now it is okay to let others be strong for you,” she said.
Slowly, the heavy feeling started to lift. I began going for short walks with Ray in the stroller every morning. The fresh air and sunshine helped. I joined a small support group for new mothers that the counselor recommended. Hearing other women share their stories made me feel less alone. One woman said it took her almost a year to feel like herself again, but she did. That gave me hope.
But while I was healing inside, trouble came from outside. One evening my husband came home looking tired and angry. He told me that some people at the company were spreading rumors again. They said I got pregnant on purpose to trap him into marriage. Someone even leaked old photos of me from when I was just an ordinary staff — pictures where I looked poor and tired. The gossip was spreading fast among the managers and even reached some business partners.
I felt my chest tighten. “Did I bring shame to you?” I asked quietly.
Mr. Raymond sat down and held my hands. “No, Bella. You brought light to my life. These people are jealous because they see how happy we are. I already called a meeting tomorrow. I will make it clear that anyone who speaks badly about my wife will lose their job. You are Mrs. Raymond now. No one will disrespect you.”
The next day he did exactly that. He called all the top managers into the big conference room and spoke firmly. He told them our love story — how I started as a simple worker, how loyal I was, how we fell in love honestly, and how Ray was a blessing. He said anyone caught gossiping would face consequences. After that, the rumors became quieter, but I still felt eyes on me whenever I visited the office with the baby.
Ray’s first birthday was coming soon. We planned a small party at home with my family and a few close friends from the company. I wanted it to be perfect. I spent days choosing decorations — blue and white balloons, a big cake with a little car on top because Ray loved his toy cars. My parents arrived two days early. My mother helped me in the kitchen while my father played with Ray. Seeing them so proud of me made me emotional.
On the day of the party, everything looked beautiful. Ray wore a tiny suit that matched his daddy’s. He looked so handsome. When we sang happy birthday, he clapped his hands and laughed. My husband cut the cake and fed me a piece first, then gave some to Ray. Everyone clapped and took photos. For a few hours I felt truly happy — no shadow, just joy.
But that night after everyone left, I found an anonymous email on my husband’s laptop (he had left it open). It said: “She doesn’t deserve you or your money. Watch your back. The past always comes back.” My hands shook as I read it. Who sent this? Was it the ex who came to the house before? Or someone else who hated me?
I didn’t tell my husband right away. I closed the laptop and went to check on Ray. He was sleeping peacefully. I touched his soft cheek and whispered, “Mommy will protect you.” But inside, fear grew again. Just when I was starting to feel better, new danger was coming. Would our happy family be strong enough to face whatever was hiding in the shadows?
TBC
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