Chapter 2 Our First Face-off

I hopped into a cab and left the hospital. At the same time, Olivia wouldn't stop bombarding Grayson with texts. I had known Olivia long before this. Grayson and I met each other on a blind date. We never experienced any hot, passionate love, but we did share many happy and sweet moments. I looked forward to marriage, honeymoon, and building a new family together—living a simple life as a small family of three. However, my hopes were dashed when Olivia, Grayson's first love, returned to the country with a son she claimed to be his. I must have been under a spell. Despite knowing that Grayson had other intentions about Olivia, I still prayed he could look after me and my unborn child. Reality dawned on me when Grayson impatiently shoved me into a wall after he took a call from Olivia. Suffering from amniotic fluid embolism, I begged him to get me to the hospital, but he left me to fend for myself because he was in a hurry to taste the soup Olivia had made for him. The ambulance finally arrived on that stormy night, but it was too late to save my unborn child. I could have lost my life as well if I had received medical attention any later. After that, all Grayson said was, "Why did you kick up a fuss? See? You didn't die, after all! You're a loser who can't even protect her baby." From then on, I realized that Grayson was a massive jerk. Knowing how much he wished to get back with Olivia, I would never bless him with a divorce. I'd spent the rest of my life feeling suffocated and depressed if a jerk like him could find happiness. Thankfully, Grayson got his karmic retribution in no time. … I arrived at the restaurant according to the address in Olivia's text. I immediately spotted her, who was occasionally glancing at her phone with a frown. Her young son obediently sat next to her. They looked like the perfect mother and son. I marched over to Olivia, my head held high. Her expression fell when she saw me. "Why are you here? How could you check Grayson's phone? Heidi Ross, Grayson wants to get a divorce from you. Can you stop pestering him? "Have some dignity! And where's Grayson?" Her rambling made my wound throb. I pushed the kid, Alex, into the next seat and plopped down. He might look well-behaved, but he was now lunging at me. He snapped at me, "You don't get to bully my mom!" I leaned backward. Thus, he missed me and hit the table instead, sending the plates and glasses crashing onto the floor. That immediately drew the attention of the people around us. "Heidi, this is between us adults. How could you take out your anger on a kid?" Tearing up, Olivia worriedly hugged Alex. Alex buried his face into her arms while trembling. Behind everyone's back, he shot me a smirk. Olivia wailed, "How can you hit a child? Don't you have basic empathy?" The mother and son worked as a team. One could tell they had been doing this for a while. A group of youngsters in the restaurant had stood up indignantly, ready to call the police on me. I stood up and bent over to pat the tearful Olivia on her shoulder. Then, I dragged Alex out of her arms and slapped her. "Oops, sorry. I forgot that I should be slapping the mistress instead."