When I Left, He Found His Way Back-Chapter 17: It takes two to tangle

Jessica POV.

I woke up feeling refreshed and energized, the warmth of the Sunday morning sun streaming through my window. With no pressing obligations, I had a relaxing day ahead.

First things first, I decided to tackle my school supplies shopping at the mall. It was essential to get everything I needed before classes started. After that, I planned to visit Hilda, catching up on lost time.

But then, my mind drifted to my stepfamily. Had they expected me to visit yesterday? I flattened my lips, a hint of guilt creeping in. Maybe they had been looking forward to seeing me?

I weighed my options. Should I swing by their place to confirm? It would be polite, and perhaps ease any tension. But did I really want to deal with that today?

I tossed the idea around, undecided. Part of me wanted to avoid potential awkwardness, while another part felt obligated to make an appearance.

"Guess I’ll have to make a quick stop," I sighed, resigning myself to the task.

With my itinerary revised, I got out of bed, ready to tackle the day’s adventures – school supplies, Hilda, and a potentially awkward family visit.

Inside the bathroom, surrounded by the familiar tile and porcelain, I stood before the tall mirror. Its glassy surface reflected my full image, and my gaze instinctively landed on my chest.

For a moment, I simply stared. Right, I hadn’t given my body a proper check-up in over two years. The stress and emotional turmoil that came with Zoey’s arrival had thrown my life into chaos. And even after reuniting with my family, the habits formed during that tumultuous period lingered, until this moment.

I raised my hands, gently cupping my breasts. They felt tender, sensitive, and surprisingly, larger and more pointed than I remembered. I hadn’t noticed the changes, the not-so-subtle shifts in my body.

My eyes widened slightly as I examined myself in the mirror. I hadn’t worn bras in years, I find them uncomfortable, so I hadn’t realized my breasts had grown this much.

A mix of curiosity and practicality crossed my mind. Maybe it’s time to get some bras, I thought. Not for comfort, necessarily, but to save myself the stress of shooing hungry men away, or looking provocative in my outfit. I don’t want people thinking I’m a cheap whore begging to be laid.

My eyes continued to roam, inspecting every curve, every contour. The mirror showed a person with a gentle, natural beauty, a radiance that came from within.

Soft, rounded shoulders framed a slender neck, leading down to a graceful collarbone. My gaze traced the curves of my breasts, down my flat tummy that once carried a tiny life. Memories of my pregnancy flooded my mind – the short-lived joy and the heartbreak that came shortly after.

My hand instinctively reached out, hovering over the spot where my baby had grown and my eyes clouded with tears. It’s been two years but I’ve never been able to get over it.

Time had healed the physical changes, but the emotional scars remained.

"Don’t dwell on it, Jessica," I whispered, my voice a soothing balm to my soul. " It’s in the past now. You were never meant to birth his child. Focus on your new path."

I took a deep breath, feeling the weight of those words settle within me.

My fingers traced the curves of my hips, feeling the subtle fullness that had developed over time. It was a gentle reminder of the transformation I’d undergone.

Two years ago, I felt like a child, with an almost non-existent butt, hips, and breast, leaving me uncertain and undesired. But now, I’ve blossomed into a woman.

I never hated my body, far from it. But my confidence had taken a hit after encountering Zoey’s voluptuous figure. Still, I’d refused to let envy take root. I’d appreciated the unique gifts I’d been given, knowing I had qualities that went beyond physical appearance.

My prettier face, kindness, good character – these were traits Zoey could only dream of having.

Because, no good woman would ruin another woman’s home...

’Jessica, It takes two to tangle.’

My inner voice, ever the wise companion, cautioned me against blame and bitterness. I smiled at myself, acknowledging the growth I’d undergone. ƒгeewёbnovel.com

With one last glance in the mirror, I sealed my thoughts about Liam and Zoey. I refused to let their memories encroach on my newfound peace.

I turned on the faucet, and warm water cascaded down, enveloping me in a soothing embrace. The shower was a sanctuary, a place to wash away the residual pain and anxiety.

As the water danced across my skin, I felt my tension melt away. My breath slowed, and my mind quieted. The warmth seeped into my muscles, relaxing my shoulders, calming my heart.

I closed my eyes, willing my mind to open the door to different thoughts - like my brother who promised to come check on me soon, and my parents who said she had a surprise for me on my coming birthday. I wondered what the surprise was.

After showering, I stepped into my cozy bedroom, feeling refreshed and revitalized. I spread out a couple of outfits on the bed, contemplating what to wear.

But as I gazed at the array of clothes, I hesitated. All my outfits looked too rich for a casual day out. The lavish fabrics, intricate designs, and bold colors seemed more suited for a wealthy Miss. I’m downplaying my status, ah.

I sighed. I wouldn’t have let my mom pack my bags.

I wanted something simple, yet elegant. Something that would blend in with the everyday bustle. One that wouldn’t make my stepfamily suspect anything.

My eyes scanned the closet, searching for the perfect outfit. That’s when I spotted a familiar fabric - a soft pink blouse, elegant, classy, and expensive. I sighed again, realizing it wasn’t exactly what I needed for a casual day out.

In the end, I settled for a short white skirt, white blouse, and a long, crisp pink coat to add a touch of sophistication. High thigh boots completed the look.

I couldn’t help but smile, thinking of my mom’s efficient packing. She’d only included one casual outfit, the same one I’d worn to Hilda’s place yesterday. Though this combination was too much for my supposed low-profile appearance, I can’t do anything at the moment. I’ll just get myself some casual outfits later at The Mall.

Two more things to be added: bras and casual outfits.

Done, I looked in the mirror and nodded at my reflection, satisfied with my natural look. No makeup needed – I was good just as I was.

Picking up my handbag, I left the hotel room, feeling refreshed and ready for the day. But as I stepped into the lobby, my heart skipped a beat.

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