Wish I Never Met You Chapter 2 Part 2
WISH I NEVER MET YOU
By Nikki Hearts
Chapter 2 · Part 2
“Mom, you’re back!” Gabby jumped up from the couch and came forward for a hug, her innocent smile doing little to mask the weird tension in the room.
“Yeah, I’m back. And I’m smelling burnt macaroni and cheese. Zara, you’re letting my daughter eat that?” I accused, raising a brow.
Zara shot me a look. “It was all Gabby’s fault! She made me sit down and watch her draw Batman from start to finish.”
Gabby shrugged, completely unbothered. The scattered papers and drawing pencils on the table told me Zara was telling the truth.
“Still, you shouldn’t give her burnt food,” I said, turning to Gabby. “And you shouldn’t eat burnt food, sweetie. That stuff can cause cancer. Throw it away, okay?”
“Whatever, Mom,” Gabby mumbled, heading for the trash—Zara echoing her in unison.
“You know I love you guys, right? I just want the best for you.”
“Whatever, Mom,” they chimed again, giggling.
“So,” I asked, changing the subject, “what did you guys do while I was out?”
“Drawing, cooking, and watching Romeo and Juliet,” Gabby answered a little too quickly.
I narrowed my eyes. “Anything interesting happening?”
“Nothing.”
They exchanged suspicious looks. Something had happened.
Later that night, curled up beside Gabby, I asked again. “Anything serious happen today?”
“It’s nothing serious, Mom,” she mumbled into her pillow.
I wasn’t convinced.
Friday arrived faster than I expected. The sun was so bright it felt like it was welcoming me to my first date in four years.
“You look so beautiful. I should take a snap of you,” Gabby chirped, pecking my cheek.
The black mid-thigh dress she’d picked hugged me just right—simple, elegant, paired with a cropped jacket and the red Louboutins she insisted on.
There was a knock on the door. Sebastian, right on time.
“You look gorgeous. Trust me, you have no idea,” he said, handing me a bouquet.
“Thank you,” I replied, placing the flowers aside.
“We should get going,” he said, slipping his hand into mine.
“I can stay here perfectly on my own,” Gabby teased from behind us.
The restaurant was breathtaking—chandeliers, marble floors, wealth dripping from every corner.
Sebastian pulled out my chair, nervous despite his charm.
“It’s expensive,” I whispered after scanning the menu.
“It’s the intention that matters,” he replied softly.
“I don’t want you spending recklessly on me,” I said firmly.
“Shhh,” he murmured, touching my lips. “I want to do this for you.”
I pulled back. “I don’t care about money, Sebastian. I care about reality.”