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On the Rooftop, My Husband Kisses His First Love

NovelShort Completed

Billionaire Revenge Divorce SecondChanceDevil Husband

Chapters (7)

第1章

Harry Hastings, the boy I raised with care, turned out to be the child of my husband, Patrick Hastings, and his ex-girlfriend, Rachel Parker. I became a laughingstock. When I was seven months pregnant, Patrick drove me to the prenatal check-up. However, after receiving a phone call, he lost focus and crashed into the green belt, resulting in a miscarriage and permanent damage to my uterus that left me unable to conceive for the rest of my life. He was so remorseful that he cried at my bedside and begged for my forgiveness. From then on, he loved me even more and fulfilled my every request. Out of love for him, I accepted reality after a brief reproach. To give me a sense of security, he took the initiative to undergo a vasectomy. He also brought me to an orphanage to adopt a boy who was just two years old. Four years later, Patrick hired a piano teacher for Harry. Suddenly, the truth about my car accident dawned on me... 1 Harry felt unwell in kindergarten, so I took him to see a doctor early in the afternoon. Downstairs at our home, I ran into Patrick and Rachel, Harry's piano teacher, walking side by side in front. With her arms crossed, she appeared humble and glanced frequently at him. Harry did have piano lessons today, but she came a little too early. He happily gathered his strength and shouted, "Daddy, Ms. Parker." Perhaps they were too far away to hear his call. When Harry and I reached the elevator entrance, I noticed that the elevator had stopped on the rooftop of the eighteenth floor. But we lived on the sixth floor. Frowning slightly, I pressed the button for the eighteenth floor somehow. The elevator doors opened, and Patrick's voice, laden with resentment and anger, echoed from the rooftop. "Rachel, what on earth do I owe you that you're torturing me like this? You can see that I love my wife and have a happy family. Shouldn't you keep your promise and get out of my life?" Rachel bit her thin lip lightly, lifted a strand of hair, and tucked it behind her ear, tears instantly welling up in her eyes. "Patrick, after all these years, I found that I still love you. Patrick, I love you and Ha..." "Shut up!" Patrick clutched her neck fiercely, betraying his hidden pain. "Do you think I will still believe your lies? You abandoned me so decisively back then..." Rachel's face flushed red, and she was tearful. Before Patrick could finish his words, she cupped his face in her hands and kissed him affectionately. While weeping, she apologized, "I'm sorry, Patrick. I'm sorry..." Patrick did not refuse. In an instant, he released his grip on her neck and embraced her slender body tightly, wishing he could meld it into his own. He tasted her tears and responded passionately to her kiss. My heart was suddenly torn apart and sank into a bottomless icy cave. I felt dizzy, and my bag slipped from my wrist, falling to the floor. Unable to control myself, I took two steps back, stumbling against the door. Everything happened so abruptly that I couldn't cover Harry's eyes in time. Holding my hand tightly, he tried to help me up. His childish face revealed his fear and anxiety. "Mommy, Mommy, what's wrong? I can't pull you, Mommy." Harry's crying interrupted Patrick and Rachel's kiss. I hugged him tightly and pressed his face against my shoulder. He shouldn't endure such a dirty scene. The blush on Patrick's face, brought on by sexual arousal, faded completely, leaving him pale-faced. "H-Honey?" After freezing for a moment, he immediately pushed Rachel away and ran toward me. She unwillingly tugged at the corner of his clothes and collapsed on the floor, gasping and crying. Patrick squatted down and reached out to hug me. I yelled at him with all my strength, "Do not touch me!" Enduring the severe pain in my heart, I rose, took Harry's hand, and went downstairs without hesitation. Patrick stood there in a daze, calling me out with infinite sorrow. "Honey..."

第2章

I felt cold all over and tensed up. My heart seemed to be weighed down by a massive rock. I struggled to breathe as if I might suffocate at any second. With tears in his eyes, Harry looked up at me and asked with sobs, "Mommy, does Daddy no longer love us? Why did he embrace Ms. Parker?" "Don't cry, Mommy. I will always love you. I won't take piano lessons again." Maybe because Harry was raised in an orphanage, despite all my efforts to shower him with affection and warmth, caution remained ingrained in his bones. I couldn't bear seeing him like this. My heart ached intensely with pain. After wiping away my tears, I hugged him, forced a smile, and pressed my forehead against his. "I will always love you, too." Harry experienced a stomachache during his nap, and the doctor advised him to consume a light diet. After settling him down, I went to the kitchen to cook oatmeal. Patrick opened the door and stood at the kitchen door, feeling depressed. "Honey, I fired Rachel. I'm sorry. Can you forgive me once, just once?" My hands shook, causing me to spill most of the oatmeal from the pot. After calming down, we fell into a long silence. There was a family of three residing in the apartment. Once filled with laughter until today, it was now eerily quiet. My mind went blank. I eagerly wished everything that had just happened was an absurd dream. Unfortunately, it was not a dream. Struggling to contain the overwhelming emotions in my heart, I put the oatmeal back into the pot. Things had come to this, and I needed some time to weigh the pros and cons between forgiving him and divorcing him. I stepped out of the kitchen in a daze without even casting a glance at Patrick. The moment he grabbed my arm, I reflexively retched. Then, I pivoted around and rushed into the bathroom. I lay on the toilet, vomiting nonstop until my stomach started to cramp and ache. I rolled over and sat on the floor, resting my forehead against the cold toilet bowl. Tears instantly blurred my eyes, and I bit my fist and wept silently.

第3章

I knew Patrick had an ex-girlfriend that he could never get over. A few years ago, because he couldn't provide the life she desired, she decisively left with a wealthy businessman. He was depressed for a long time. It was self-evident that the woman was Rachel. Patrick's parents once joked that he was ignorant and reckless in his youth. Rachel, whom he couldn't bring himself to talk about, was the reason behind his newfound steadiness, gentleness, and patience. After being a little jealous, I was still grateful to her inwardly for training him so well. So, within two months of our relationship, I willingly married him. I soon became pregnant. He was so excited that he burst into tears and vowed to be good to me all his life. When I was seven months pregnant, Patrick drove me to the prenatal check-up. However, after receiving a phone call, he lost focus and crashed into the green belt, resulting in a miscarriage and permanent damage to my uterus that left me unable to conceive for the rest of my life. Overwhelmed with grief, I beat him repeatedly. "Who was calling that you had to answer while driving? Didn't you realize there are constant bends there? It's a dangerous stretch of road!" Patrick slapped himself violently in deep remorse. He wept bitterly and begged my forgiveness at my bedside, confessing that he should not have risked answering the phone just to compete for the position of vice president. From then on, he loved me even more and fulfilled my every request. Out of love for him, I accepted reality after a brief reproach. To offer an apology and give me a sense of security, he took the initiative to undergo a vasectomy. Later, we adopted Harry, who was just two years old, from the orphanage.

第4章

After a long time, I opened the door and found Patrick standing there, his face showing a hurt expression. "Honey, the oatmeal is ready and has cooled down. It's just right to eat now." He stared at me expectantly. Speechless, I walked past him into the kitchen, fetched a bowl of oatmeal, and carried it into the bedroom to feed Harry. "Honey, can you not treat me like this? You can hit me and scold me, but please don't ignore me." "Patrick, I always believed you were responsible, but so far, you only asked for my forgiveness. Do you have anything else to say?" "Yes. I'll explain everything to you. I'll tell you whatever you want to know." I sneered, "I'm not interested in your affair." Despite countless doubts in my mind, I was reluctant to give him a chance to explain. Explanation would mean forgiveness, but I couldn't forgive him. He could do whatever he pleased. Why couldn't I? Patrick froze in place, sighing dejectedly. Harry put his arms around my neck and leaned on my shoulder. "Mommy, the teacher told us that if someone is aware of his mistakes and corrects them, he is still a good boy. What about Daddy? Is he still a good dad?" I rubbed Harry's head, forced a smile, and said, "Maybe he will be a good dad, but he will no longer be a good husband. Harry, you are too young to understand these things. You just need to know that we will always love you." It was already nine o'clock in the evening when I lulled him to sleep. Patrick tried turning the doorknob multiple times, but the door remained closed because I had locked it from the inside. His footsteps gradually faded away. Exhausted, I lay deflated on the bed, feeling as though all my strength had been drained from me, unwilling to move. It was destined to be a sleepless night.

第5章

The next morning, Patrick knocked on the door. "Honey, Harry, it's time to get up and go to school. I have made breakfast for you." Patrick was still in yesterday's clothes, clearly having stayed up all night. Meeting my gaze, he smiled awkwardly, "Honey, I'm not very good at cooking, and it's a bit burnt. You'll have to make do with it." I remained expressionless and took Harry to the bathroom to wash up. Patrick followed and added attentively, "After breakfast, I'll take Harry to kindergarten." With a long face, Harry pouted and said discontentedly, "I'll catch the school bus at the entrance of the residential complex. You don't need to take me there. The kindergarten doesn't serve burnt breakfast anyway." Patrick was choked and stood there in a daze. In the past, to ensure he could work without worry, I handled everything for Harry on my own. Patrick's sole responsibility was to dedicate time to accompanying him and guiding him in forming correct views on the world, life, and values. After quickly washing up, I put a small schoolbag on Harry's back and prepared to go out. Patrick suddenly said, "Honey, can we have a talk?" "Sure. Let's meet at 10 a.m. at Oasis Café." Patrick nodded repeatedly. "Okay, I will arrive on time."

第6章

After sending Harry to school, I drove to the bakery. The enticing aroma momentarily eased my worries. Two shop assistants who were stocking the goods came over. "Ms. Murphy, you haven't been here for a few days. We thought perhaps you were prioritizing your family over the bakery now." I smiled wryly, stepped aside, and grabbed a donut. I took a bite, and my mouth was full of bitterness. As more customers arrived, the shop assistants grew increasingly busy. I pitched in to pack the food, but they complained that I was too slow. It felt like I never seemed to fit in anywhere I went. "Ms. Murphy, please go home and take a nap. You are really not needed here." I shrugged, exited the bakery, and prepared to head to the café. I arrived half an hour early and ordered a latte to wake myself up. I tried to avoid thinking about anything else, but my mind kept replaying everything about Rachel. A month ago, Patrick brought her home for the first time. She liked Harry very much and kept praising him for his intelligence and talent when teaching him to play the piano. I took the time to send a fruit platter to the piano room. She had been beaming with joy, but when she saw me, her face unusually darkened. I assumed people who studied piano were quite aloof. However, in addition to showing undisguised love for Harry, she also seemed very close to Patrick. But I never suspected him. Because apart from taking her home on the first day, he never paid attention to her again. He frequently expressed to me his discomfort about the sudden addition of a woman to the family and his decision to dismiss her after just a month. When Rachel was at home, Patrick would openly show affection toward me, like kissing my forehead and giving me shoulder and back massages. At that moment, she would lower her head with a sad look on her face. It gave me the illusion that, as a piano teacher, she came here full of enthusiasm and departed disappointed. Now, I suddenly understood why Patrick was easy-going with everyone except her. Perhaps he was avenging himself for being abandoned. He had various ways to humiliate her and take revenge on her, but why did he use me and Harry as stepping stones to his goal? I became tense and involuntarily started breathing heavily. The shop assistant grasped my shoulders and gently shook me, snapping me back to reality. That was when I noticed it was already half past ten in the morning. I called Patrick and heard him anxiously panting on the other end of the phone. "Honey, I'm sorry. I broke the appointment. Harry... He..." I instantly rose from my seat, and my voice became sharp unconsciously. "What happened to Harry?" Patrick gritted his teeth and replied with suppressed anger, "He was taken away by Rachel." "What?" The news struck me like a thunderbolt, and my mind kept buzzing. Why did Rachel take Harry away? What did she want to do? "Patrick, if anything happens to Harry, I will never let you off!"

第7章

It was already three o'clock in the afternoon when we found Rachel. She held Harry in her arms and sat on the rocks by Love Sea. At that moment, it was high tide. Not far away, a large area of reefs sank into the seabed in the blink of an eye. My heart suddenly rose to my mouth. With his back to the sea, Harry hugged Rachel tightly. "Harry!" Upon hearing my voice, he continuously pushed Rachel away and burst into tears. "Mommy, I am scared. Mommy, I want you." Rachel exclaimed, "If you dare to come over here, I will die in front of you!" Her body slid down a little, and Patrick immediately stopped in the water. I said in a pleading voice, "Ms. Parker, Harry is afraid of water. Could you please come back to the shore now?" She ignored me and stared at the tide in a daze. Patrick reached out his hand. "Rachel, be obedient and come over. The tide is rising, and it's dangerous." Rachel then turned around and smiled palely, "Patrick, do you remember this place? This is where you proposed to me." Patrick glanced back at me and then looked away. "Rachel, it's all in the past. What's the point of talking about it now?" Rachel suddenly glared at me with grievance and unwillingness. "Ms. Murphy, I said I still love Patrick, and it's all true. Can you return them to me?" With a dark face, Patrick urged gently, "Rachel, don't talk nonsense. Come on, give me your hand." As he grabbed Rachel's arm with one hand, there was no need for me to compromise anymore. "Them? Return them to you? Ms. Parker, apart from abandoning your ex-boyfriend and reconciling with him, do you still enjoy being someone's stepmother?" She explained with a weak grin, "I understand my request is unreasonable, but Ms. Murphy, you may not be aware that I am Harry's biological mother and that his biological father is..." I held my breath, petrified on the spot. Patrick's eyes abruptly widened, and he rushed forward to clutch Harry. "Enough, Rachel. Harry's mother will always be Aurora!" Rachel exploded in anger, shoving Patrick into the water and shouting hysterically, "I gave birth to Harry. I am his mother, and I always will be. This is a fact that no one can change." She gradually went crazy and burst into laughter while staring at me. "You silly woman, are you surprised? There are even more surprises. Would you like to hear them?"