My Fiancé's Childhood Sweetheart Chapter 2

I was exhausted from the flight anyway. So, I checked into a hotel nearby. I'd stay the night, get some rest, and figure out my next move tomorrow with a clear head.

I scrolled through Pam's social media.

Turns out, she'd been here for ten days.

"Feeling safe enough to rest before the baby comes, surrounded by the people I trust most."

The picture? Brandon carrying her suitcase, his arm around her.

Five days ago, when the baby was born, she posted a photo of Brandon holding the newborn.

"Bran is always my rock."

There were other baby pics too, the background clearly my bedroom, the baby nestled in the expensive bedding I picked out.

Seeing those posts made my blood boil.

I texted my best friend, Maya.

"Guess who just won the lottery for 'most likely to get cheated on'? Me. Lynn Han."

Maya called me immediately.

I spilled everything. She was furious, telling me she'd bring over two guys from her boxing gym tomorrow to help me kick those two weirdos out.

Venting helped. A lot.

Knowing I had a battle ahead tomorrow, I went to bed early.

First thing in the morning, Maya showed up with the two guys.

And wow, they were handsome. Built like refrigerators, faces like models, and super polite.

"Hi, Lynn! You're really pretty. That guy's blind."

"Totally. Don't worry, Lynn, we'll definitely help you get them out."

Their compliments actually made me feel a bit better, lifting my mood.

Back at my apartment, I found that neither Brandon nor Pam had made any move to pack. Pam was still camped out in my bedroom like she owned the place.

Before I could even say anything, Pam walked over to me.

"Lynn, my husband… he hit me." Tears started rolling down her face immediately. "He'd actually lay hands on me, right after I gave birth. I just couldn't stay there. I had nowhere else to go. Bran felt sorry for me, that's the only reason he let me stay."

"I have no one else," she sobbed. "Please, just help me out."

All these years, I had to admit, her ability to cry on command was impressive.

"You can't go home? What about your parents?" Maya couldn't stand it and cut right in.

"My parents are old. I don't want to burden them," Pam wept, hugging the now-crying baby tighter.

"You don't want to burden them, but you have no problem burdening me? You seriously think I, a single woman who's never had kids, am equipped to take care of you postpartum?" I was speechless. What kind of logic was that?

"Lynn Han, is now really the time to be angry? Don't you know she just had a baby?" Brandon yelled at me, furious.

Then he turned to Pam, his voice suddenly gentle. "Don't cry. It's bad for your eyes when you're recovering. Go back inside."

He put a hand on her shoulder and gently guided her back towards the bedroom.

A woman recovering from childbirth, crying like that… I didn't even know what to say.

But then, just before she went into the room, Pam looked back over Brandon's shoulder and shot me a triumphant smirk.

She was doing it on purpose!

That flipped a switch.

Before Brandon could even turn back around, I laid down the law. "I'm giving you one more day. If you're not gone with her by tomorrow, I'm throwing all your stuff out!"