The Ex-Wife's Secret (Jonathan and Teresa) novel Chapter 122

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‘As for Teresa’s child… Well, he’s my nephew, and I’m his aunt. Helping out isn’t a big deal, Jennifer thought.

The person on the other end paused briefly then asked, “Is it about your sister–the one a year younger than you?”

“Yeah, that’s right,” Jennifer downed another drink.

“Have you reconnected with her yet?” the person asked.

“Not yet. I’m worried I’ll scare her away,” Jennifer chuckled bitterly, but a small flicker of hope appeared in her heart.

Meanwhile, Teresa had settled into Rosary Estates. But, now that Sherry would no

longer be returning there, it would be just her and Michael.

Sherry reached out to Teresa with sad news–Christian’s father had passed away after battling advanced–stage cancer. Sherry and Christian had cared for him in his final days, but despite their efforts, they were powerless against fate.

Teresa sighed and murmured, “How could this happen? Not to mention, right before New Year’s Day.”

What was supposed to be a joyful day would now be marked by grief, and the Dunn family would be missing from this year’s festivities.

“Christianis really struggling, and I need to stay with him,” Sherry said. “I’ll only come back to Nareigh after the new year at the earliest.”

There were still funeral preparations to finalize, family obligations to meet, and countless other tasks to handle. Oncé Christian’s situation had been taken care of, she intended to visit her own family back home.

Teresa said, “Take your time. Don’t overwork yourself.”

Teresa’s phone rang again just after she had spoken to Sherry. She hesitated before answering when she saw the unknown yet familiar number.

“Hello?” Evelyn asked. Her speech seemed to be slurred with sorrow and alcohol.

Teresa panicked, wondering what had happened.

“I had a couple of beers to take the edge off,” Evelyn muttered. “I saw a girl who looked just like your sister–the spitting image of her. I thought it was her, but I was wrong.”

Teresa solemnly said, “It’s been 20 years. How would you know what she looks like?”

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Evelyn replied, “A mother never for still look like you did when you were young. If Hannah were ord be the same. But she’s gone. She’ll never come back.”

Teresa sighed, feeling the weight of Evelyn’s sorrowful words. “Take a shower and get

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some rest,” Teresa suggested. “Drink some hangover remedy. Get your husband to make it for you.”

But Evelyn kept rambling on. “I failed Hannah… I failed her more than anyone else.

“At least I did something for you. I raised you until you got married, but Hannah… She fell off the cliff so young. She probably hates me and thinks I didn’t do enough for her. I‘ ve sinned against her…”

Teresa shouted, “Enough! Just go to bed! Hannah’s gone! What’s the point of going on like this? If you feel guilty, do something good for your daughter now.” With that, she hung up abruptly.

Teresa was still fighting off a cold; and, after an exhausting move, she felt like she was running on empty. Evelyn’s drunken calls only added to the strain. ‘How does she still drink so much at her age? And she reached out with that nonsense.

‘I told her to stop calling me, and she agreed, but she still calls when she gets drunk.

‘Hannah’s been gone for years: The police have already presumed her dead. What can I even do? All these calls just frustrate me–they serve no purpose than to make me feel worse, Teresa thought helplessly.

She was about to step into the shower when Cheryl’s call came. Evelyn cried, and now Cheryl was sobbing too.

“What should I do, Teresa?” Cheryl’s voice cracked with fear. “I bumped into a table, and now my belly hurts. Could I be having a miscarriage? What should I do?”

Teresa fought the headache threatening to take over, thinking, ‘Seriously? In the middle of the night?‘ She responded, “Call 911 right now, or get yourself to a gynecologist.”

“I’m too scared to go alone, Teresa! Can you come with me? Please! I’m terrified! My parents aren’t home, and I can’t tell them about this,” Cheryl pleaded.

Teresa was speechless. She drove to pick Cheryl up late at night. As Cheryl got into the car, Teresa pulled a piece of tissue to wipe her nose.

“Do you have a cold, Teresa?” Cheryl asked.

“Yeah, still fighting it off,” Teresa muttered. “I was about to shower and go to bed when you called. Maybe drive yourself to the hospital next time?”

“I don’t know how to drive. Besides, I don’t even have a license, nor do I want one,” Cheryl protested. “My belly doesn’t hurt that much anymore. I’m just so scared. What if I start bleeding?”

Teresa noticed Cheryl’s flushed cheeks and comforted her. “Relax. I bumped into things all the time when I was pregnant, but Michael turned out fine.”

At the hospital, Jennifer was on shift when Cheryl rushed in and grabbed her arm while pleading, “Doctor, please check me. I was painting at home; and, when I stood

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up, my belly accidentally hit a table. Am I going to lose my baby?”

“It’s okay. Let’s get you checked. Take a deep breath and relax,” Jennifer comforted.

After the examination, Jennifer reassured her, “Everything’s fine. The baby’s in the right place. A light bump isn’t a concern. Just avoid strenuous activities.”

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