Married By Mistake novel Chapter 27

LUNA

"Dylan, look at this, oh. It is cute." I said smiling while holding a blue baby dress.

"Ah." He said while not taking his eyes off his cellphone and just continuing to text.

I took a deep breath and approached him. "Who are you texting?"

I looked at his cellphone but he avoided it. He looked at me sharply. "Mind your own business."

I bit my lower lip. I have already put the baby gear in its place. I went to his office and forced him to accompany me to the mall. I don't know why I've endured Dylan for so long. Is that how I hurt him so he treats me like this? I grabbed Dylan's arm but it pulled my hand away.

"Are you done? I'm going back to the office." He says coldly.

I smiled hard at him. "Ahm, I can't choose because—"

"Okay." He doesn’t wait for what I’m about to say. He turned his back on me and walked to the exit of the mall.

"Dylan, wait!" I chased him. I caught up with him who was already outside the exit door.

"Just take a taxi." He took my hand and put the money there. I also looked at the taxi in front of us.

"But, aren't we going to see the wedding coordinator?" I stabilized my voice even though I knew I was on the edge of crying.

One corner of its lip lifted. His eyes were sarcastic. "I already cancelled the wedding, Sweetheart."

I stumbled. "W-When?"

"After you leave me." He says coldly.

The corner of my eye heats up. "But, Dylan—"

"Go home, Luna." He says emphatically.

He was the one who opened the door of the taxi without me being shaken from where I was standing. He pushed me into the taxi and I was startled when he slammed the door shut.

"He wasn't my sweet Dylan anymore," I whispered to myself as I wiped away my tears.

I looked at the ring on my finger. I smiled bitterly because I remembered how happy we were then. And everything changed because of my wrong decision.

"If you can't, you can give up." I looked at the old taxi driver. I saw pity in his eyes.

I smiled at him sparingly and touched my womb. "I will not give up because we need him."

I paid the taxi driver when I got off in front of our house. I waited for Dylan to come home until nightfall. Even though I was so drowsy I’m still forcing myself to wait.

I hold the picture of the baby in my womb. I feel relieved when I hold that, I feel like I’m not alone. I'll show that to Dylan when his mind becomes clear.

I know, if I show it to Dylan right away, he will immediately accept it as his son but he won't build his trust in me. All I want is for him to trust me first because that's what he should be.

I put the photo in my pocket when the door of the house opened. I stood up when I saw Dylan. He wasn't drunk but the tiredness could be seen in his eyes.