She Strikes Back: My Ex-wife Is A Billionaire Heiress

Perfect Daughter-in-law

OLIVIA

“You are three weeks pregnant!” The doctor announced, with a smile plastered on his face.

He paused, awaiting to see my reaction, before adding, “You should sign up for our antenatal session. Congratulations once again!”

I snatched the white paper from him, my eyes scanning through the contents with a beaming smile. The proof that a tiny life was growing inside of me was right there in black and white.

I bit my bottom lip to hold back tears of joy, which streamed down my both cheeks.

Too overwhelmed to speak, I just nodded my head in acknowledgement. I couldn't wait to share the news with Asher Brown, my husband.

Just then, my phone rang out loudly - a call from the Brown Villa. My heart skipped a beat as I stared at the caller ID.

I hesitated, I knew I had to answer, but dreaded the conversation.

“Where are you?” Natasha Brown's voice boomed from the other end, her anger noticeable even through the phone.

“Have you forgotten what today is, Olivia? The maids are off today, so hurry up and come over. The house needs cleaning and I need to have my breakfast!”

“I'm on my way,” I replied, with trembling voice.

The call got disconnected almost immediately. I stood up quickly, thanked the doctor before rushing out of his office.

I'd almost forgotten what today was, a day for clean up at my in-law's. I had woken up feeling extremely tired and nauseous, so I had to check in at the hospital first.

The ride to the Brown Villa lasted about twenty minutes from the hospital. I set the work immediately.

After preparing breakfast and cleaning the large living room, my body ached all over.

Exhausted, I slumped onto the couch, throwing my head backwards tiredly, feeling numb and drained.

My eyes landed on my phone which was on the side stool and I took it. I felt disappointed as I saw my calls weren't returned, not even once. What was I expecting?

Checking my call history, I had dialed Asher's number more than a hundred times.

Fine, that was an exaggeration.

But he didn't respond to any, neither did he call back.

I inhaled sharply, deciding to call again.

My marriage with Asher could not be described as bliss, but I had tried my best not to give up on him or our marriage.

I had always loved him as a wife should and I'd been an obedient daughter-in-law to his parents.

“What?” His stern voice boomed through the speaker and that jolted me back reality.

I felt my lip spread in a smile, he picked up.

We may not be that perfect couple but at least, we managed to view things from the same perspective a few times. Or perhaps, should I say I was an understanding wife?

I began to speak, “I just called to...” but he cut me off, not letting me finish. “Called to complain?” He sneered.

I felt a frown settled on my face as he said that. “What do you mean by that, Asher?” I decided to ask.

“If you are tired of acting like a perfect daughter-in-law, which you are not, just come home and quit the act!” He snickered, before hanging up.

'I was acting like a perfect daughter-in-law which I was not?' I repeated, my voice came out shaky, accompanied with tears which rolled down my both cheeks.

All I ever wanted was approval from his parents, especially his mother, Natasha Brown. She made it clear that I was to come over every weekend for cleanup, and I had obediently complied.

I wiped away tears, feeling hurt and unappreciated. I was still musing on what Asher said, when I heard the voice I dreaded most from behind.

“Do you think you came here to lazy around? The dishes need washing and you haven't cleaned up the rooms too!” Natasha bellowed making me spring up, my knees cracking in protest.

“I wanted to rest a little before...” I began, momentarily stunned into speechlessness. The mean look she gave me made me choke on nothing.

“Rest? Why on earth will you be resting? Don't make it sound like I am punishing you! Asher should have done better in his choice for a wife, and not some cheap hag like you, who comes from a poor background” She said belittlingly.

My whole body vibrated, despite the fact that I'd been receiving such hurtful words from her for three years now; I couldn't seem to get used to it.

She had always drummed it in my ears that marrying her son was a privilege and I was unworthy of it.

“I'll do the dishes now” I muttered, I gave a short bow before walking away. I could still feel her dagger eyes from behind.

Natasha had never been in support of my marriage with Asher, but she approved it anyways because he insisted.

I thought he would continue to fight for us, but all that changed since we tied the knot.

Our marriage was more like a distant coexistence, devoid of emotional intimacy.

He had set rules on our wedding night: no intimacy of sort, no meddling into each other's affairs, no unnecessary conversations.... and the list goes on.

I had put up with everything and just loved him as his wife, despite the emotional chasm between us, hoping that one day, he would open up to me.

I was soon done for the day and I headed home, which was still within the Brown Villa, a sprawling compound that housed multiple buildings, including the one I shared with Asher.

As usual, cold air greeted me as I stepped a foot into the tastely, furnished living room. Funny enough, the place I called home, where I'd lived for three years, doesn't seemed like one. I managed to drag my weak body up the stairs to our room.

Getting in, Asher was on the bed pinging in his phone. He paused on whatever he was doing and gave me a cold stare. He returned his gaze back to his phone without a word.

I bit my bottom lips tortuously, not knowing where to start from. He had clearly sounded it as a warning several times not to start up an unnecessary conversation with him. We rarely did the morning greetings too.

“I'm back,” I said, my voice coming out feebly.

I wasn't expecting him to respond though. I fished out for the pregnancy test result from my bag.

“Asher, I....” I tried saying, the cold look from him sent the rest of my words down to the pit of my stomach.

Even without words, I could perfectly understood his expression. “Why are you trying to talk to me?” Was what his cold gaze meant.

I can't possibly keep the pregnancy away from him forever. He deserved to know that I was carrying his child. Our child.

I braced up myself to speak, but he got down from the bed and walked to the bathroom, slamming the door behind him causing me to flinch.

I neatly folded the paper and returned it to my bag. Maybe some other time, he was probably not in a good mood. That justifies his harshness.

'He’s never in a good mood whenever he is with you' My subconscious mind reminded me. I never wanted to admit it myself but that was the truth. The truth hurts.

Since we got married, I haven't seen him smile genuinely. Though we rarely communicated, I made sure there was a home he could return to, as his wife.

The buzzing of his phone jolted me out of my thoughts. I strained my neck to see what it was about, curiousity took the better part of me.

“We are not to interfere in each other's personal lives.” His words rang in my head, it was one of his rules. But I cared less at that moment.

My mouth went dry as I saw the message. My heart raced in irregular rhythm.

“When are we going to spend time together again, darling? I'm missing you already.” That was the text from Chloe. My heart sank instantly, various thoughts rushing through my head.

Could it be? Oh no!