Chasing His Ex-Wife

Chapter 3

“I think you should tell him about this.” Ava said as she sat in front of me. I just stared at her, feeling numb all of sudden. This was not supposed to happen. I was not supposed to get pregnant.

I still can't understand how I got pregnant even after taking my birth control religiously every month. Pregnancy was something that I had never thought about , especially after being married to Christian.

“What do you think he will do?” I asked her instead.

“What do you want to do?” She asked me back.

What do I want to do? What do I want to do?

I honestly have no idea.

Do I want to keep this or not? I have no idea. It seemed as if I still couldn't process that I was pregnant. Four weeks to be exact.

“I don't know.” I tell her honestly. It was all too sudden, I was too confused.

Ava just nodded her head as she held my hand in hers and I felt like crying. “Figure it out for yourself first. You don't have to rush. This one is your baby and you have the right to choose.”

My Baby…

I nodded, words felt choked up in my throat and I was unable to put them into words.

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Days passed by and the signs of my pregnancy grew. It has been exactly two weeks since I found out about my pregnancy and everything went down to hell.

Gone were the refreshing mornings, replaced by a rushed mornings with me emptying my guts into the washroom. Nothing seemed to stay in my stomach anymore. Morning sickness was in full swing along with my mood swings. I have started to get a lot more emotional. Would cry on the smallest hurdle, even Ava is confused about my situation.

The food I enjoyed eating earlier , now their smell alone was enough for me to throw up. Even in my workplace I was constantly rushing to the washroom. I can tell by the curious and judging look on my co-workers face that they can easily put two-and-two together.

My marriage with Christian was a secret, no one knew that I was married to him except for Ava. At least from my side, Christian's entire family along with his business associate knew that he was married to nobody but no one bother to know more about me.

I am going to tell Christian about this. He deserves to know. I don't know what change this will bring to our relationship but I have to tell him that I am carrying his child.

Over this time of constant throwing up, I fell in love with this little bean growing in my belly. I placed my hand on my belly as I stared at myself in the mirror. There was no bump at all, still too early to notice anything. But it's there, there is a life growing in me, someone that I can call mine. Someone that was my own.

I got ready, dressed myself in a bottle green dress that hugged my body perfectly. Bottle green was Christian's favourite colour on me, he would always tell me how this colour made my skin stand out. Whenever there was a time in which I had to dress up for Christian, i would always dress up in bottle green. Because of that most of my outfits in my wardrobe were of this colour.

I took a deep breath, my heart was beating at an uneven pace. This was me meeting my husband after weeks of not talking to him. Over this time he did not bother to contact me but I had not expected him to contact me anyway.

I had messaged him, told him to meet at his favourite restaurant. I want to see his face when he finds out that he is going to be a father. He left me on read but I had enough experience to know that he will come.

Will he be happy? Or will he be… indifferent?

I absolutely have no idea.

The territory that my life has pushed me in was completely foreign even to me. We have never talked about wanting to have a child, well I never really thought that I would be having his child.

Even when we started our s****l relationship during the start of our marriage, he was the one who gave me the morning after pill. Told me that I should not get pregnant no matter what. He had told me that our relationship was nothing more than a formality and he was making the best out of it by using me to satisfy his needs. At that time I didn't gave it any thoughts because I was doing the same. It felt good to know that he wanted me physically at least. I used to love the attention he used to give me in bed.

He was the one who took me to the doctor for a contraception appointment. He was so persistent about this that I felt scared to tell him that his efforts were of no use.

He has never seen me as his wife. I was someone who was convenient and easily available whenever he needed to forget about everything. I was his easy escape from reality.

I arrived at the restaurant fifteen minutes earlier than our designated time. I sat on my favourite spot at the far end of the restaurant. This restaurant has been my favourite place to visit. The interior was cosy with a vintage touch.

I remember coming here often even when I was with Christian. Though I was never able to visit this place with him. Today would be the first time I ever have a coffee Christian at a public place.

“Hey.” A voice called and my heart instantly raised its pace. I missed his voice. I turned around, and there he was , looking like a sin and exactly like my dream. He looked as good as ever and I tried to calm my racing heart.

He was dressed in his work clothes. His signature tailored black suit hugged his body in a right manner and it left nothing to my imagination. I know what it feels like to run my hands over his toned body.

“HI.” I breathed as he sat on the chair in front of me. He looked distant as he stared at me with those beautiful eyes.

“What was it that you called me here for?” He asked, not even bothering to exchange a few more words. “I have an important meeting in a few minutes.”

“Can't you grant a few minutes for your wife, Christian?” I asked as i placed my hand over my chest to fake how his words hurted me though I had no right to ask him that , after all I was the one who asked for the divorce. I was still wearing my wedding ring and I saw him eyeing my hand. I looked at his hand only to notice the absence of his ring over his finger.

“Wife?” He chuckled as the waiter walked over to our place. “Two cappuccinos.” He ordered, not even bothering to ask me. I don't even know how the hell he knew about my favourite type of coffee but unfortunately I can't drink coffee any time soon. His gaze was on me again once the waiter left. “Don't you think that you lost the right to call yourself that, darling?” He asked with his brow c****d, a smirk on his lips.

He looked as if this divorce meant nothing to him. I don't even know whether I should tell him about my pregnancy at this moment. I should just save myself from embarrassment but I decided against it.

“I am still your wife, babe. We are yet to sign divorce papers.” I tell him, smirk on my face as I tried to be as indifferent as he was at the moment. In front of him, I was a girl who loved to stay at home, wasting his money on expensive things.

“We can change that sweetheart.” He said with a smile and he placed the envelope on the table and just then the waiter came with our coffee. I looked at Christian with a questioning gaze. “Divorce papers, darling.”