Pregnant For Her Invalid Ex Husband

8 - living nightmare

SELENE'S POV.

“It's late; come on in; I wouldn't want you catching a cold, you know?” She asked, peering through the window. I flashed a bright smile, reassuring her that I was just fine.

“It's okay, Mary; I'll be back soon.” I responded. She nodded before retreating back towards the room. A loud sigh eased its way through my lips. I was also frustrated.

I wasn't entirely sure if life was worth living anymore. I made the decision out of impulse, and now I'm stuck. I was left in haste after collecting the papers from Kelvin. I recalled singing it with a heavy heart. I knew what I wanted, but I couldn't give it to him.

I had signed the divorce papers to Martins as agreed, and it meant the orphanage was safe, but I had to escape and leave the man I loved without saying so much as goodbye.

I hoped to skip town and rest up in a hotel for a few days before reaching back to Martins and then explaining it all to him.

Yet it was odd, all strange.

Seeing how he was not searching for me—not that he could do much—but his number I had not been able to reach for days now.

And as days passed, I grew weary; I doubted myself: did I make the right choice by leaving him all alone? With no one to help?.

It was eating me alive. Maybe he hates me now; maybe he had read the divorce letter and believed I eloped to be with Kelvin.

What was I thinking of leaving him all alone with no one but my spiteful family, all of whom hated him day in and day out?

I could go back home and make things better, but that only meant I wouldn't only be risking my life but also that of my.

I ran my palm over my belly; I didn't have a bump yet, but I felt almost like everyone could tell I was pregnant. Well, Mary had guessed right the first time she had seen me throwing up.

I cast my gaze back onto the skies; I felt lonely down to my bones; I missed Martin; it was eating me alive, knowing I may have ruined his life. Maybe I should have confided in him about the entire thing; maybe we would have worked out a solution, but I looked down on him, and now I regret it a whole lot.

“I'm sorry, Martins." I whispered before standing to my feet and walking back into the house, knowing it would be one of many nights where I would sleep with such a burdened heart.

*

“Selene.”

I pushed my orbs open; the voice sounded familiar. I groaned from displeasure before rolling in bed. I barely slept all night. Why was Mary waking me to search? Besides, it wasn't like her at all; she barely invaded my privacy and misty notes before leaving the house.

“Selene, wake up.” The voice came on again, and then I realized that it sounds nothing like Mary.

I pushed open my, this time drawing myself back to reality.

There it was, the face of my nemesis, up and close to me, our breaths fanning against each other.

I blinked hard again; it was indeed him.

“What do you want, Kelvin?" I snapped. Hastily, I pulled away from him and rose to my feet. I wasn't pleased by the recent improvement.

“Not very nice of you, is it? At least you should greet or thank me for saving the orphanage; instead, you can just like a freaking eat. Tell me, love, why would you do such a thing? X, he asked, as his fingers trailed over my cheek and down to my neck.

“Why did you run from me, my love? You know so well how it makes me angry when you put up with this petty attitude of yours, don't you?” He asked again,

“How did you find me?” I asked as soon as I got the confidence to speak.

“How did I find you?” He asked, and I watched him with his eyebrows around the house before fixing his gaze back on me.

I felt his grip tighten around my neck, nearly choking the life out of me. I ran back into the wall while the pressure of his palms around my neck increased by the minute.

“How did I find you? You f*****g ran from me, you. I saved you, but you, you trick me up and scheme? Really?” He asked again, and I could see anger and a plain murderous gaze in his eyes.

I coughed continuously while I felt my consciousness slip out of me.

He let go of his grip on me and I went to the floor, crashing with a loud thud.

I gasped for air, hungrily still coughing; my throat felt sore and my sight was blurry. The first few seconds, it struck me.

“Mary! Where is Mary? What have you got for her?” I asked, gathering myself from the floor, yet it seemed almost like I was too weak to stand, watching me with contentment seeing my continuous failed attempt.

“Youxant even stands properly, yet here you are being a saint worried about some old woman,” he responded with a grin.

“Anyways she's fine; she has quite a lot of manners unlike you; she's out with my men, serving them coffee; she thinks I'm your husband; see, I told her you ran from home; the poor woman was shocked and sorry to hear it.”

“How dare you! Why would you tell her those?” I asked, fear stabbed me in the sides as I stared up at him. Mary probably told him about the pregnancy already, or didn't she?

I know how much of an attitude Kelvin has; he would have beaten life out of me if he found out I was pregnant for Martins.

“Really? That's what you think? Well, then it doesn't sound much of a lie; we would be married soon, won't we? You already divorced that good for nothing, dummy; it's only right. I will become your husband, and don't make the mistake of thinking it's a request. I will get married to you soon, but first let's get you locked up somewhere.”