Revenge After Divorce Novel by Black Rose

OLIVIA

The facility manager called us two days ago to inform us that she had scheduled the interviews for today. We were meeting the first five candidates we had selected. As I was getting ready, I realized I didn’t know where Marcus was, as he wasn’t in the room when I woke up. I finished getting dressed and stepped out of the room, only to bump into my husband, who was carrying a jug of juice.

“Perfect timing! I made us breakfast. It’s going to be a long day, and I wanted us to have enough energy to get through it,” he said. I smiled. How did I get so lucky? I kissed him on the cheek and followed him to the dining room, where Samuel was already sitting and eating pancakes.

I never understood his obsession with pancakes. He loved them, always starting his day with them. I tried to make his snacks and lunch a little healthier. “Morning, baby,” I kissed the top of his head before sitting down. “Where’s Grandma and Lupita?” I asked.

“They’re here. Someone was refusing to wear socks, saying it was too hot, yet her feet are always cold,” Lupita said, glaring at grandma as she took a seat next to Samuel, kissing his cheek. “You think I was born yesterday? I’ve been on this earth longer than both of you combined, and I know my body better than you. When I say it’s hot, then it’s hot!”

She complained as she filled her plate, and I shook my head. She loved to complain, but later at night, she would be grumbling about sore feet and knees. “Tell them, Grandma! Who do they think they are treating you like a child?” Marcus said as he sat down next to me.

“Don’t start with me, Marcus. You’re just like them, fussing over nonsense,” Grandma retorted. Lupita and I laughed.

“But Grandma, I’m on your side this time,” Marcus said, but Grandma ignored him, which made Lupita and me laugh even harder.

“Hurry up and eat so we can leave,” Marcus said, trying to stop our laughter.

We finished eating, and I glanced at Samuel. Deciding to test the waters, I asked, “Samuel, do you know you’re going to have a baby brother or sister soon?” He looked up at me with bright eyes. Oh, how I loved my son. “Where is the baby?” he asked, and I laughed.

“The baby will come soon. Would you like a baby brother?” I asked. He shook his head.

“I want a baby girl,” he said, surprising me. I thought he would want a baby brother to play with, or maybe not want any siblings at all. noveldrama

“What if we get you a baby brother?” I asked, and he vigorously shook his head.

“A brother will take Samuel’s toys.” Oh, my dear child, if only you knew that a sister could do that too. Your toys aren’t safe either way.

“Okay then, we won’t get you a baby sister,” I said, and he nodded, satisfied, before going back to his pancakes.

Marcus and I finished eating just as Ethan walked in. I smiled at him. “Hello, people. Good luck with the new member of the family,” he said as he sat down at the table. Marcus and I left shortly after.

We got into the car, and Marcus drove off, but I could see how nervous he was. I held his hand and gave it a little squeeze. “It’s going to be alright, my love. No need to worry. We’ll go with the person we feel most comfortable with,” he reassured me, raising an eyebrow. He made it seem like I was the one who was worried, but I had nothing to worry about yet. We weren’t in the insemination stage.

“Did I ever tell you how much I love and appreciate you?” I asked, glancing at me with a smile before focusing back on the road.

“No, you haven’t,” He replied, chuckling.

“Well then, Mr. Walker, your wife loves and appreciates everything you do for her,” I said with a grin. He blushed, shaking his head, trying to act unaffected.

“Well, I love and appreciate you too, wife,” he replied, making me laugh.

When we arrived at the facility, the manager led us to an office and told us she would send in the candidates one by one. I poured myself a glass of water as we waited for the first candidate. When she walked in, I could already tell she wasn’t going to be a good fit. She wore nice clothes, but her attention seemed focused entirely on my husband, flirting with him throughout the interview.

“Thank you for your time. Please send in the next one,” Marcus said, cutting her off. He must have been fed up with her. “Shameless! Did you see how she was flirting with me?” he asked with a disgusted look on his face. I laughed. It was amusing to see how uncomfortable he was, but it also reassured me that he only had eyes for me. Another candidate came in, but she barely spoke and didn’t impress us. Marcus dismissed her politely, explaining that we had everything we needed from her forms.

“Why did you send her away?” I asked.

“Are you kidding? Didn’t you hear how loud she was? Imagine waking up to that voice every day for nine months. No, my love. I like peace in my house,” he replied. I couldn’t help but laugh.

“Don’t worry. We’ll find the right fit. We’ll interview all fifty women if we have to,” he said, looking like a kid excited to find the perfect person.

Finally, the last candidate entered. She greeted us briefly, then stood quietly, waiting for us to invite her to sit. I immediately noticed her manners, something the others lacked. I glanced at Marcus and saw his interest–maybe we had finally found the one.

“Tell us why you want to do this. Don’t treat it like an interview; just tell us about yourself and how you ended up here,” I said with a smile, trying to make her feel comfortable. As she spoke, she kept her eyes on her hands and smiled when she mentioned her mother and how she wanted to make her proud. She also shared her desire to help people with no families fulfill their dreams. She was a nice girl, and I liked her.

When she left, I turned to Marcus. “I think we found the one.” He nodded, but there was something in his expression.

“I think so too. But there’s something about her I can’t quite put my finger on,” he said, still deep in thought.