Ex Mate and Son Begged Me Back

Haley's POV

"Daddy, can you divorce Mommy?"

I stood outside my son's hospital room, frozen in place as his dissatisfied voice hit me like a hammer.

I was stunned.

My fingers clutched the door frame tightly, and a sharp pain pierced my chest.

What had happened?

I had just gone to the doctor's office to ask why Jordan had suddenly developed acute gastroenteritis.

I had always been extremely cautious about his diet. His stomach was very sensitive-fragile, even-so I always kept a close eye on what he ate.

Thank God, he was now in stable condition.

I couldn't wait to tell him-and my husband.

What had I done wrong?

"Why would you say that?" Sebastian asked gently.

"Because Mom isn't like Aunt Joey. She lets me eat whatever I want," Jordan said.

Aunt Joey? My stomach dropped. She was back?

Joey Mondéz. The woman Sebastian once loved. The woman who left him for a richer man and moved to France. When did she return?

I clenched my fists, my breath shaky.

"Hey, buddy," Sebastian said in a calm voice. "Don't mention Aunt Joey in front of your mom. Your mom loves you very much."

My nails dug into my palms. Why did he have to tell Jordan to hide it from me?

Jordan pouted. "But-"

"Listen, sweetheart," Sebastian cut him off. "You need to rest now."

I felt my chest tighten. Jordan was just a child. He didn't know how much his words had hurt me. I had always been strict with his food because of his weak stomach. Was that why he didn't like me anymore? Had I been too hard on him? Perhaps I needed to be gentler in my approach. After all, his sensitive stomach had always been a concern. I believed that once he recovered, we would return to our close bond.

I forced myself to push the door open. Sebastian turned to me, looking surprised. I walked straight to him and kissed him lightly. Sebastian was a man who naturally drew attention. He was tall, with broad shoulders and a strong, commanding presence that made people take him seriously the moment he walked into a room. His dark hair was always neatly styled, and his sharp facial features-chiseled jawline, straight nose, and deep-set amber eyes-made him truly handsome. It was his gaze, intense and almost unreadable, that made him stand out. To outsiders, he looked like the perfect husband, charming and composed. But right now, I wasn't sure about anything.

"The doctor said Jordan would be fine. We just need to keep an eye on his inflammation tomorrow," I said softly.

Sebastian wrapped his arms around me. "Sweetheart, you worry too much. No one has ever doubted your love for Jordan."

His words gave me comfort, melting some of my pain. My husband loved me, understood me. Tears welled up in my eyes as he cupped my face. I composed myself, not wanting to cry in front of my son. Maybe I was overthinking. Maybe things weren't as bad as they seemed. Moreover, there was no way Sebastian would rekindle anything with Joey. We were married, and whatever they had was in the past. I loosened my clenched fists.

Jordan was only five-he didn't understand the weight of his words. I had been strict, but it was only because of his sensitive stomach. I needed to reflect on my approach, to find a balance between discipline and understanding.

I walked to Jordan's bed and reached to kiss his forehead, but he turned away from me. My heart cracked, but I told myself he was just tired.

"Sweetheart, get some rest. I'm leaving now," I whispered.

Sebastian followed me outside and pulled me into a hug. "Look at me. Jordan is just upset because of your rules. I'll talk to him."

I nodded, though my heart felt heavy.

That night, I lay in bed, unable to sleep. I picked up my tablet, planning to scroll through old photos of Jordan and me, to remind myself of our happy moments.

Then, a notification popped up.

Group Chat: Happy Little Family.

My stomach twisted. I hesitated before clicking it.

When the chat opened, I saw a picture that shattered my world.

It was a photo of three people-my son, a woman, and my husband, Sebastian Steele.

I zoomed in, my hands trembling.