I sat on the sofa and ate prunes while listening to them flirting. Laurent used to say that when he was in a bad mood, he would eat some sweets. But today, the prunes were sour.
The year when Laurent’s godfather passed away, as his godmother, our relationship was strained. But he didn’t dislike me for marrying his godfather for money and he wasn’t mean to me. If my mother hadn’t been seriously ill and had no money to treat her illness, I wouldn’t have become Laurent’s godmother.
After his father died, during the years we were together, he would pay close attention to my preferences. Knowing that I liked to eat small cakes, he personally cooked for me and made me a small cake. Although I always say that eating cake would make me fat, I would eat it every time as long as it is a cake made by Laurent.
Now when I think of this, I looked at Laurent with only resentment in my eyes. Why did he have someone else outside and still hang on to me? Was it just for the property left by his godfather?
Julie took out a delicate small cake gift box from her bag and gave it to me. Looking at the very familiar small cake, I knew it was made by Laurent at a glance. He always sprinkled icing on the small cake.
"Melinda, I know you had a hard time when you were a child. Your father valued boys over girls and didn't give you food. Eat this cake and you will never remember the hardship in the past."
At that time, the sweetness of the cake overwhelmed the bitterness of childhood and we loved each other passionately and embraced each other.
Now looking at this small cake, I felt that the cake was spicy and bitter. How could I eat such a sweet thing before?
Seeing that I was in a trance, Julie smiled and began to show off.
"Auntie, Laurent insisted on making a small cake for me to eat and even put a special box for me. I have been losing weight these days and I can't eat anything sweet. Auntie, if you don't like it, just throw it in the trash can."
After hearing this, I threw the cake directly on the ground.
Laurent frowned as he looked at the cake on the ground, "Godmother, Julie means well, how can you throw the cake directly on the ground?"
Hearing the word "godmother", I was deafened and felt like I was in an ice cellar. He had never called me "godmother" before.
I glanced at him sideways, with a low tone. "I don't deserve your godmother, you should still call me by my name."
Laurent frowned and looked unhappy, "Melinda, I call you godmother for the sake of my godfather, don't be shameless."
I couldn't help but sneer, tiptoed and whispered in his ear, "When you climbed onto my bed, did you think of your godfather's face?"
Laurent's face changed and he just said to Julie, "Julie, go back first, I have something to discuss with my godmother."
Julie looked at the tense relationship between the two of us, with a raised corner of her mouth, a victorious attitude.
I looked at Julie's back as she left and said sarcastically, "Laurent, who do you think of me? Your bed partner who can't see the light of day?"
Laurent lit a cigarette slowly, "Have you forgotten what your original identity was?"
His words froze me in place and I didn't want to think about the past.
I was born in a slum and my father was a gambler. When I was 18, my father owed the family a lot of gambling debts and ran away. In order to pay off my father's huge gambling debts, I went to school during the day and worked as a lady at the bar at night to make money to pay off the debts.
Later, Laurent's godfather took a fancy to me, helped me pay off my father's gambling debts and gave me money to treat my mother's illness. But the condition was that I married Mr. Edwards and became Laurent's godmother.
Because of my original family, I was very grateful for the help of Laurent's godfather and his family.
