Pregnant For Her Invalid Ex Husband

The bullied maid - a shared fate

MARTINS POV.

Continuous gentle knocks settled against my door. I rolled my eyes, knowing it was another day of being in this hellhole; it wasn't like I had much of a choice; I needed to keep my act together, which I'll in the long run have what I always wanted.

For a few seconds I grumbled before wheeling myself back towards the bed.

“Come on in.” I responded, the knob turned slowly, and the frail-looking maid made her way into the room. I entered at her briefly before averting my gaze and keeping up with my stoic expression.

“Young master, your father had asked that you meet up with him in his room in twenty minutes, and also, your breakfast—what do you mind eating?” She asked.

Her lips quivered as she spoke while her palms were placed over each other.

“Anything everyone else is going for, you don't have to cook different dishes for me.” I added in bluntly; she bowed slowly before making her way back to the door.

“What's your name?” I asked, still not raising my face away from the window.

“Lily, my name is Lily,“ she added before walking hastily out of my room.

I groaned from frustration before tucking myself back into the wheelchair and rolling it towards the bathroom.

It was annoying that I had to keep up this week's act, but it wasn't like I could just meddle in their affairs.

You had seen Lily get bullied the previous night; this was the fourth time in a row that I had seen her beaten to a pulp by the other maids, and it broke me every time seeing how I dared not utter a sentence that would make her seem special to me.

But maybe she was, apart from myself, the next most hated person in this house; being weak wasn't going to get her anywhere. I could only wonder why she was keen on being the most innocent young one amongst us.

I sighed before reaching towards my phone. I placed a call through to Selene, yet it seemed to be the same thing, straight to voicemail unreachable.

Worry tugged at my belly while I ran my fingers into the knot of my hair; this was really becoming a pain in my spine.

It had been weeks yet I hadn't been able to reach her. The day of the accident, I had lost my phone—stolen maybe, broken perhaps—but it was a good thing I memorized her number all through our marriage, yet that had not seemed to be enough.

I had tried calling her from the very first day I got a new phone down to this very day, yet time after time I haven't been able to reach her.

Worry tugged at my insides while knots were tied in my belly. It was strange; she wasn't looking for me, but why?

Why was she nonchalant about my absence? Why wasn't I able to reach her? Why must I keep living like this, not knowing why she had broken off the ties I had with her?

Just what was going through her head when she had offered that divorce paper? We shared a night; things should have been better; why did she move out? What was the metal piece that I was missing in the puzzle?

The doorknob opened without prior notice, taking me by surprise, yet I had known better than to speak French, the stoic expression on my face remained the same, and I remained seated on my wheelchair unfazed.

I stared at the person through the mirror, and I fought hard to have it. Frowns appear on my face.

“Twenty minutes, didn't Lily pass the news to you, so why are we still seated calmly?” Jeron asked

If there was anyone else I hated more than myself, it was my father's personal maid. He wasn't a secretary, but my dad made him in charge of most of his affairs within the house and partly outside, yet he seemed to have gotten the illusion into his head that he was somewhat, in some way, my father's right hand man.

“I kept my silence while tucking my phone away and am wheeling towards the closet.”

“I said get up! And come after me right now. What's the use of changing clothes? No one sees you as more than a crippled leech who will not f*****g die,” he retorted as he spiked.

I gritted my teeth as I listened to his words. Yet I pulled out a shirt from my closet and shorts to match.

“Fine, you want to act all high and mighty, like I'm not here talking to you; you really want to play dumb?” He asked again. I could sense the irritation in his words; he was pissed that I wasn't giving him any reaction, just like always.

He should have gotten used to it, yet it seemed just like his ego was way bigger than his actual sense when it comes down to thinking.

I moved my gaze to line with it, and I would send a stupid yet wicked grin crawling up the sides of his lips.

“Go on, strip. If you think changing clothes is necessary, how about you just change right now, and don't you think I'll move an inch? We are both men, aren't we? There's nothing to be ashamed of; your pride must be intact yet you have no shame left, or are you injured down there? That is, if you even have a down there, you look like a man but act like a woman, you crippled freak!” he snapped again.

I clenched my fists as I listened to him speak. I had kept up with his crappy attitude for long; flipping out now wouldn't do me any good.

I moved my fingers up to undo the buttons of my pajamas before pulling up the shirt. He watched, not moving an inch like he had promised while anger kept brewing inside me, such shame I had to bear, but it was all for Selene.