Molten Chocolate

Chapter 51

*Two Months Later*

Jasmine’s POV

I was in the park with Emma Hollen- Evan’s mom. She had been very supportive of me and the baby and she made time just to be there for us.

Sometimes, we would go shopping or go have lunches at a restaurant, or go for a walk through the park or sit at the house and girl chat, as she called it. She was an incredible woman and I liked her.

“It’s such a beautiful day outside,” she said as we sat down on a bench in the lawn. Fisher and another guard were roaming close by.

“It is,” I answered with a smile.

“So Jasmine, you said there was something you wanted to talk about. What’s that sweetie?” she asked and handed me a bottle water to quench my thirst.

I felt like I could vent to her and tell her anything. She was so down to earth and understanding and kind. I had no idea how her son could be so different. He must have rubbed off on his father.

“Do you believe Evan and I would get back together once the baby comes?” I asked her.

I still loved Evan. And I couldn’t help but imagine us being a solid family once the baby is born. I didn’t want to co parent. I wanted the baby and me to have a stable relationship with Evan only. I couldn’t see myself making love to another man but him.

Emma raked her fingers through her long hair, just like what her son does. She let out a sigh and turned towards me.

“You still love him, don’t you?” she asked.

“Yes I do,” I answered her truthfully. I wasn’t ashamed of saying it and never will be.

“I could see that in your eyes Jasmine but let me tell you something about my son.

Evan Hollen is a complete different specimen when it comes to women. He’s unreadable and unpredictable but believe me when I tell you he did loved you and the love is still there for you but he is afraid to show you how much he still does.

I’m not going to judge why you did it, but you did hurt him in a place he had never been hurt before. His heart.

But I believe that time heals everything and anything is possible.”

I sighed.

“The three of you could be a family again,” she added and rubbed my baby bump gently and playfully. I was growing every day.

“I never thought he would of been with Aria Goode for so long though,” I said as I recalled her coming over at the mansion last night with the tightest dress I had ever seen on a woman.

“Aria is just a prop. Evan has her around to aid his broken heart. In other words, her only purpose is to stop him from taking you back and she’s only acting as a fence to separate the two of you. I don’t believe he’s in love with her.”

“Why you say so Emma?”

“Because of you. He could tell me hundreds of excuses that you’re only living with him because of the baby and he wants to give you protection and the police still hasn’t solved the case about your attacker.. Blah blah blah, but I know there’s more to it than that.”

A smile crept up on my face.

“But seriously Jasmine, you can’t remember who attacked you?” she asked as her eyebrows ceased together.

“It’s not that I can’t remember, it’s just that I don’t know who did it. At first I thought it was Bradley, but that voice that spoke to me wasn’t Bradley’s,” I answered.

“I was attacked when I first got pregnant,” she said and rested her arm around my neck, “It wasn’t easy for me.”

“You were attacked too?”

“Yes. By Ethan’s first fiancée and his own mother. I lost the baby,” she said and the eyes welled up in her eyes.

I couldn’t help but felt sorry for her.

“My gosh. What happened?” I asked. I had never heard that story before.

“I don’t think I should be telling you this. I don’t want to drive fright into you.”

“Please tell me. I want to hear what happened,” I pleaded.

“Well as you already know, I was a maid for Evan’s father. I came from a background of absolutely nothing. My parents abandoned me since I was a baby and I was always told I’ll amount to nothing.

When I first got fired from my job at a cafe, I went to Hollen Tower for an interview.”

I listened attentively.

“The position was already filled and I made a clump of myself when I accidentally knocked over Ethan’s cup of coffee onto his crotch,” she went on.

We both laughed together.

Oh man. What if that coffee was hot?

"Jasmine, he was furious. He started yelling and tried dusting off the spill on his pants. I panicked; honestly I got so scared I thought he was going to hit me.”

“Why?”

“I was abused all my childhood life and I thought everyone was the same. But Ethan never laid a finger on me. He had a coffee machine in his office so I remade the coffee.

He still wanted me out of his office so I turned on my heel to leave but he stopped me. He tasted the coffee and complimented me for it. He hired me as a maid and his personal coffee maker on the spot.”

“Lovely.”

" Things went downhill when I fell for him and he fell for me too while he was engaged to another woman. She was a monster. Halley and I catch hell under her wrath.”

“Halley and Martin. Your best friend? You were both maids?” I asked as I remembered when I accompanied Evan to the dinner. He told me they were his parents best friends and practically family.

“Yes. You have good memory,” she said.

I smiled to myself.

“Anyways, Ethan eventually ended it with her and engaged me. She became bitter at the fact he left her for a black woman. Me.

His mom never liked me. She was all team Sharon. So when Ethan left for Paris, I found out I was pregnant. He wasn’t there with me when Sharon and his mom came back to the house and literally dragged me out of there.”

“What?”

“Yeah. They dragged me out and threw me in the back of a van and had the driver dropped me off at a swamp in another state.”

“Wait! What?”

“I told you I didn’t want to put fright into you. It’s not a pleasant story.”

“So you lost the baby?” I asked. I couldn’t believe Evan’s mom had faced such a terrible thing.

“Yes. With all the pain I suffered from the hands of Ethan’s mother and his ex fiancée, I fell on my stomach very hard and more than once. Each pain was worse than the one before. If I hadn’t lost that baby, he or she would have had a serious condition or some sort brain damage or something.”

“I’m so sorry to hear that. That’s terrible,” I said and handed her my handkerchief. Tears were pouring down her face.

“Thanks for telling me this,” I said as I hugged her.

Her story had me thinking.

What if it was one of Evan’s ex girlfriends who had put someone up to hurt me and his baby?

Or what if it wasn’t an ex girlfriend at all?

What if it was the one he is currently dating?