My Ex, Please Love Me Again

Cara turned to Anya seeing Phil being too aggressive. “Phil, would you stop stoking up hatred? Let’s see what Anya’s opinion is,” she said to Phil.

Phil was too angry to say anything at Cara’s change. He repressed his anger hard to stop the urge to yell at his biological mother.

How was he stoking up hatred?

Was there anything wrong with him going against Jenny to protect his beloved “wife” and baby?

And she wanted Anya to weigh in?

Was Cara still trying to start from Anya who Cara saw as a pushover?

Was she still thinking he wouldn’t pursue the matter as long as Anya let go?

Well, she was really being naïve here.

Anya could sway him to some extent depending on the specific thing. Things today, even if Anya told him not to pursue, were not negotiable because his bottom line was crossed.

Anya sensed that Phil was really pissed off, so she dragged him to her side by the sleeve while she stepped up to stop the oral fight.

“Right, I haven’t weighed in.” Anya laughed.

“That’s my girl. I want to hear from you.” Cara also laughed at the thought of Anya being so tolerant this morning.

Anya lowered to see her slightly bulging abdomen with a smile, recalling every word Phil said to defend her. She was moved.

However, the more she was moved by Phil, the more she was upset by Cara.

She decided to let go this morning because she filled herself in Cara’s shoes and realized as a mother it was hurtful to be targeted by her own child.

She cared about Cara, only to be hurt again by Cara for the benefit of her enemy.

What an example of returning good for evil.

“Well, my opinion is that I will never stop messing with anyone that tries to hurt me and my baby.” Anya raised her head and said thinking of that.

Cara was literally attacked by the “mean” remarks of Anya who was so kind minutes ago.

Cara felt she was deceived by the sweet façade of Anya and sank into silence again.

“Ma’am, maybe I gave you the wrong impression this morning. Actually, I’m a very vindictive woman and not a pushover at all.” Anya laughed lazily.

“Cause if not…” Anya gloated and looked at Jenny, “Jenny definitely would not be disfigured. This is me stoking up Stella’s hate in person to hurt Stella. There is no reason for me not to retaliate, right?”

“You…” Cara was like choked to death because she had thought Anya was a pushover.

“I decided to let go this morning because of your son, but I don’t have to consider your feeling for my own sake, so your intercession won’t work at all.” Anya minced no words and sneered at Cara with disdain.

Anya’s scathing remark made Cara turn scarlet and white, and lose all her dignity.

“Anya, don’t push us too far.” Jenny stomped her foot again.

“If I were not pregnant, I would kick your ass myself, not by Stella at all!” Anya cried without any sign of weakness.

Anya was not bluffing at all. She would never instigate Stella to get to Jenny if she were not pregnant; she would beat Jenny herself because using others was beneath her contempt under normal circumstances.

Jenny burst into tears. “Go away!” Phil shouted at Jenny with disgust while keeping Anya behind him.

Then he entered the house with Anya decidedly, without a goodbye to Cara. He really wanted to say “go away” to Cara, but she was after all his biological mother.

Cara was so angry at Phil and Anya that she began to have a headache while what filled her ears was continuous crying of Jenny.

“Jenny, stop crying and help me to get in the car. My head is aching.” Cara said weakly. Actually, she was trying to disguise her embarrassment because she promised to make Phil stop before going here with Jenny.

But now Anya and Phil were both cruel to her in her opinion, so she had to pretend to be weak to save her face.

Phil held Anya’s hand along the way to her place.

“Don’t be angry and calm down.” Anya changed her shoes slowly and glanced at Phil who entered first.

Anya could feel he was on the verge of getting furious because he held her hand so hard.

Her heart always went to him every time he was angry because of things like this.

It was piteous of him to not have a mom to care for him.

Phil was so angry that he rushed to the kitchen and had a huge glass of water to calm himself down.

“Be cool. Aren’t you the one who makes others angry effortlessly? How can others get to you?” Anya continued.

Phil was amused by her witty comfort.

He was the one who made others angry effortlessly?

No, that must be Anya.

He glanced at Anya playfully, put the cup on the table heavily, and pushed her against the wall.

“Is it me or you that always makes others angry?” Phil breathed down her neck.This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

“Oh, don’t overreact. Don’t you think you are annoying?” Anya coughed.

Anya was angry pretty much every day with him those days.

Like when he dossed down in front of the master bedroom door like a lunatic.

“But I think I am mature enough to avoid playing tricks of pissing off others as girls do.” Phil laughed faintly against her, fiddling with one wisp of her luscious hair.

Phil implied that Anya was the one who always pissed him off.

“Interesting.” Anya sneered and patted Phil’s hand on her.