chapter forty seven

Dinner is a silent disaster. After Brett started crying once more in my arms I sort of traded him to cook. It was funny how a total stranger was the first to act like a wife in this house I call mine. And worse thing is she even looked the part.

When I first saw Shantel, I didn't take her for a simple mom who cooks. Well she was cooking in a skimpy dress, in front of my husband so she's not really simple. Now what's bothering me is what she wants exactly and she was shirtless the first time I spoke to her, on my husband's phone to be exact. Their relationship doesn't seem romantic as such but I can't shake off the feeling of there being more between them and I hate it.

Currently, she's feeding another one of her kids. His about two years old and very adorable with his big brown eyes and cute baby face. The three little children all look like they either came from somewhere in Asia, Russia and the smallest looks somewhat Samoan. But the one that's got me thinking is