Ex-husband’s Regret

I returned home and used Jane and Michael's conversation to subtly steer the topic toward Jason, curious about my mom's feelings for him.

My mom quickly caught on. "You want me to talk to Jason and help this rookie out, right? Is Jane serious about him? Is she really done with Zachary?"

Though my mom was older, she kept up with current events.

I couldn't help but chuckle and shook my head. "Not sure, honestly."

I shifted the topic. "I discussed with Frank that we should keep the wedding low-key, like an engagement, just inviting close friends and family. What do you think?"

My mom nodded. "It's your wedding, you can do whatever you want, and I'll play along."

"Can I invite Jason? I remember you have a sweet duet with him, perfect for a wedding."

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"You just asked me if I have someone I like, then mentioned Jason. Looks like you want to set us up?"

I cleared my throat. "Not really, I just heard he saved you at that banquet, so since there's a bond, I thought it would be nice to invite him to share some joy. Who knows, maybe his love life will bloom too."

Jason had always been single, clean in reputation despite rumors, a rarity in the entertainment industry, with many girls trying to get close to him.

"Oh, so you want to find him a partner?" My mom tapped my forehead playfully. "Alright, if that's the case,

go ahead and invite him."

"I'll also find someone suitable for your age to invite as well."

That wasn't my intention, but I knew she was playing dumb.

I laughed. "Mom, how about you and Jason recreate that classic dance scene from your film at my wedding? It would be a memorable highlight!"

I was trying to beat her at her own game.

My mom's smile faded, and she cocked her brows. "So, you're trying to play tricks on me?"

I linked my arm with hers. "Just tell me honestly, do you like him or not?"

My mom sighed. "If I say I don't like him, you won't believe me, right?"

I immediately replied, "I believe you, if you say so, I'll take your word for it."

"You..."

Yasmin laughed helplessly. "You clearly don't believe me."

I insisted, "Really, as long as you say it, I'll trust you. If you say you don't like him, I'll drop the idea of setting you two up."

After a moment of thought, my mom said slowly, "Sometimes I feel being friends is just right, but if we become lovers, what if our personalities don't match? If it doesn't work out, then decades of friendship could end, which would be a pity." I was surprised. "You and Uncle Jason think alike. Seems like he understands you well."

"Enough." My mom surrendered. "I'm done arguing with you, you're set on this."

"I just think Uncle Jason's personality would mesh well with yours."

In the end, my mom relented. "Invite him to your wedding. You handle the arrangements, and I'll cooperate. If nothing happens then, let's forget this idea, deal?"

I held up my hand in assurance. "Deal."

That evening, after feeding the baby, I returned to the room and told Frank.

He casually dried his hair, sat on the sofa, and stretched out his long arms to pull me into his embrace.

"Feeling happy?"