Pregnant For Her Invalid Ex Husband

2 - her ex wants to marry my wife

Martins' POV

We share the same room, but the walls might as well be made of steel. The whole family whispers behind our backs, saying we’ve never touched each other. Rumors swirl, claiming I’m too broken to be a man—that I’m diseased or worse.

But I know the truth. My body is far from invalid. I take a deep breath, trying to ignore the heat spreading through me as I watch Selena. She undresses with the ease of someone oblivious to the fire she’s stoking in my veins, tying her towel securely around her curves before heading into the bathroom.

God, if only I were a wealthy man. If I didn’t have to worry about feeding us, I wouldn’t be standing here in agony every morning and night, trying to suppress the painful bulge that screams for relief.

The sound of the shower starting jolts me. No. I can’t let my emotions take over. I force myself to turn away from the door, shoving down the need pulsing through my body. I throw open the balcony doors, letting the night breeze cool my burning skin. As I focus on the darkened garden below, I see it—the flash of red headlights veering through the flowerbeds I’d trimmed just yesterday.

My fists clench involuntarily as the sleek red sports car screeches to a halt, the driver stepping out with that infuriating smirk plastered across his face.

Kelvin.

I grit my teeth as my in-laws rush out to greet him, lavishing him with attention, as though he were a beloved son rather than an interloper.

“Good evening, mother, grandmother, aunty, father…” His voice is full of fake warmth as he greets them, handing out expensive gifts from the trunk of his car.

“You’re such a filial son,” my grandmother-in-law coos, stroking his ego. “It’s a pity you’re not a part of our family, if only…”

Her words hang in the air like a bitter reminder of how little they think of me.

Kelvin grins. “Don’t be so sad, grandma. I love your granddaughter, and I’m sure she’ll look my way again.”

My blood boils at his arrogance. How dare he? I grip the balcony rail, but I don’t move. I’ve learned to bide my time.

But someone else isn’t so subtle—Selena’s stepsister, Christine, strides over to him, her body pressed too closely against his.

“Which granddaughter? I already see you. I’ll give you anything you want,” she purrs, shameless as she flaunts herself in front of the entire family.

I scoff, shaking my head at her pathetic display. How is it that this family tolerates her antics, yet looks down on me? The difference in morals between Selena and Christine is stark, and every day, it reminds me just how lucky I am to have married the right sister.

Kelvin shrugs her off, glancing around. “Not you. I’m talking about Selena. Where is she?”

The audacity of this man. My hands tighten around the railing again, a familiar rage simmering beneath the surface.

Grandmother snaps her fingers, sending Selena’s mother inside to fetch her.

“Go on, the young man’s looking for your daughter. Shouldn’t you hurry and bring her down?” she sneers.

Selena’s mother stiffens, but obediently disappears inside the house.

“You know, I wonder what you see in that daughter of hers when there’s my lovely and smart Christine,” grandmother continues, practically pushing Christine back toward Kelvin. Christine seizes the opportunity, grabbing his hand again.

“That’s right. I’m single, while my sister is married to that useless bum,” Christine says, flashing me a contemptuous glance. “You should be with me instead.”

“I’m sorry, but I only love Selena. She’s the one I want as my wife,” Kelvin says smoothly, brushing Christine off like she’s nothing.

But I know better. He’ll say anything to keep them wrapped around his finger.

Suddenly, I hear a knock on our bedroom door. Instinctively, I move behind the curtain, hiding as the knocking grows more persistent.

“I’m coming!” Selena calls out, rushing out of the bathroom, still wrapped in a towel. I want to stop her, tell her to cover up, but before I can, her mother opens the door.

“Why don’t you get dressed first?” her mother asks, sitting on the edge of the bed.

“There’s no need. I already ate outside, and I’ve got work to do, so y’all can have dinner without me,” Selena says stubbornly, clutching her towel tighter.

“It’s not that,” her mother says, glancing toward the door. “Kelvin came around. He wants to see you.”

“I’m not going.” Selena’s response is immediate, and I feel a surge of pride.

“But everyone’s downstairs waiting…”

“You can tell them I’m already sleeping. I’m never going to see that bastard, Mom. Don’t they get it? I’m married!”

Her mother sighs. “If only I had the strength to stand up to them. But your grandmother and father are…”

“I’ll handle it, Mom. Just tell them I’m asleep.”

Her mother nods, standing to leave, but pauses at the door. “Does he harass you at work too?”

Selena shakes her head. “No, Mom. The only reason he’s able to pull this is because you’re all letting him.”

Her mother looks down, ashamed. “You and Martins… you should have a baby. Then maybe Kevin would stop.”

Selena’s face flushes as she pushes her mother toward the door. “Goodnight, Mom. We can barely take care of ourselves. Bringing a baby into this would be cruel.”

My heart sinks at her words. I know she’s right. We both want children, but we aren’t selfish enough to drag one into this miserable life.