Accidentally Mrs Moretti

Chapter 2: Divorce.

Myra stood motionless in the doorway, her fingers clenching the doorknob, feeling nothing as the world around her slowed. The sounds blended into a distant murmur, like being submerged underwater. On the bed, Rob quickly pushed Jennifer away.

“Ahh!” Jennifer yelped as she tumbled sideways onto the mattress. “Rob!” Her voice sounded soft and playful. Rob scrambled upright, wrapping the sheet hastily around his waist and stepped toward Myra. “Baby, it’s not what it looks like,” he said, panic in his voice.

Myra recoiled as if burned. “Don’t come closer!” she screamed, her voice breaking and echoing through the room. “Stay the hell where you are!”

Rob halted mid-step, the silence thick with Myra’s shaky breaths. “Baby… calm down,” he urged, hands raised as if approaching a frightened animal. “Think of the baby.”

“The baby?” Myra echoed and then laughed, a hollow, broken sound. “Oh… now you remember the baby?” she said mockingly. “Funny. I guess you didn’t think about that while you were in bed with your own sister.”

“Come on,” Jennifer said lazily from the bed. Myra’s furious gaze darted towards her. Jennifer brushed her hair over her shoulder, nonchalant. “Don’t make it sound so serious; I’m adopted.”

Myra was stunned, but then a fuse inside her snapped. Grabbing a wine bottle resting near the door, she swung it with all her might,

CRASH!

The bottle shattered against the wall beside Jennifer, who shrieked.

“Shut up!” Myra yelled. “Just shut up and get out!” “Rob!” Jennifer cried, clutching the sheet around herself dramatically. He rubbed his temples as if a headache was forming. “Stop it,” he muttered, his voice rising. “Both of you just stop!”

Myra stared at him, disbelief washing over her; he seemed annoyed, as if she was causing a minor inconvenience. “Look, Myra,” he sighed, “you’re overreacting.”

“Overreacting?” Myra echoed, hands trembling. “You caused this situation.” Rob continued, running a hand through his hair, “Ever since you got pregnant, you’ve focused entirely on yourself.”

Her breath caught. “What?” “You’re always running to the doctor or shopping for baby things or complaining about being tired. I just…” His voice faltered slightly. “I just couldn’t take it anymore.”

The room fell silent again as Myra stared at him. “Oh,” she said slowly. “Oh, I see.” A humorless laugh escaped her. “So now it’s my fault?”

“No,” he said defensively. “I’m just saying I’m a man. I have needs you can't meet right now.” His words hung heavily in the air, poisoning it; Myra’s stomach twisted painfully.

Jennifer chimed in again, “Hmmm… Rob, I think we should just tell her the truth.” Rob’s head snapped toward her. “Shut up,” he barked, but she smiled sweetly. “She looks like she might faint.”

Myra’s heart raced. “What truth?” she asked, voice trembling. “Nothing,” Rob quickly said, turning back to Myra. “Jennifer, keep your mouth shut.”

Reaching for her, he softened his tone. “Baby… look at me. You’re my wife; no one can take your place. Let’s forget about this and start fresh.”

Myra stared in disbelief, pondering how well she didn’t know this man after two years together. “How stupid I’ve been,” she whispered, her chin lifting defiantly. “I want a divorce.”

The room stood still as Rob’s expression darkened. “What did you say?”

“I said,” Myra reiterated slowly, “I want a divorce.”

“No,” Rob responded flatly, brow furrowing. “That’s not happening.”

“Excuse me?” she shot back. “You are my wife,” he replied coldly. “And you will always be Mrs. Wood.”

Jennifer watched, her expression shifting. She casually picked up a nail file resting on the bedside table, starting to file her nails nonchalantly. “You should probably let her go,” she drawled.

Rob’s glare fixed on her. “What are you talking about?”

“Well… she might want to go find the father of her baby.” Myra froze. “She’s almost due, after all,” Jennifer added with a smile.

“Shut the hell up, Jennifer!” Rob snapped, exasperated.

Jennifer shrugged. “Don’t yell at me; I’m just trying to help.”

Myra’s heart raced as she looked between them. “What do you mean?” she asked slowly, her voice fading in her ears.

“The father of this baby is right here,” she stated firmly, pointing at Rob.

Rob quickly nodded. “Yes. Of course. Myra, I’m right here…”

“No, darling.” Jennifer interrupted. “He isn’t.” Myra turned to her, and Jennifer smiled sweetly. “Rob can’t “get it up” with anyone but me.”

Silence enveloped the room. Myra turned to Rob, waiting for him to deny it, to laugh, to assert that Jennifer was lying. But instead, he just turned away.

“Rob…” she whispered, feeling shards of her heart shatter. He sighed. “Myra… listen. I don’t mind. You can stay here. I’ll take care of you and the baby.” Myra’s stomach turned in horror. “Whose baby is it?” she whispered.

Jennifer burst into laughter. “Oh Myra,” she giggled. “That’s hilarious. You’re the one who got pregnant. Why are you asking who knocked you up?”

Myra’s knees buckled as she sank to the floor, tears spilling down her cheeks. She instinctively cradled her stomach.

“Myra…” Rob said softly, stepping toward her.

“Don’t come any closer!” she yelled, and he halted.

As Myra glanced up, she caught Jennifer's gaze, who was graced with a smile. Raising her hand, Jennifer waved silently. “Bye,” she mouthed.

A chilling sensation settled in Myra’s chest. Summoning her strength, she stood. “Well,” she said bitterly, “look how excited your mistress is.”

Turning to Jennifer, she added, “I wonder how thrilled you’ll be when Eva discovers this…how the charity case she picked up on a random day is now sleeping with her married son.”

Jennifer’s smile vanished. “What?”

Myra met her glare with calm resolve. “I’m filing for divorce tomorrow,” she declared firmly, turning back to Rob. “Whether you like it or not.”

She turned and walked out, her steps unsteady, the ache in her stomach sharp. But she pushed herself onward. Down the stairs, out the door, she crossed the driveway. She glanced back quickly but there was no one behind her. She quickly got into her car.

Once the car door closed behind her, she broke down. A choked sob burst from her throat. “Why…?” she cried, hands trembling as she grabbed her phone.

She dialed quickly. “Hello?” a calm voice answered. “Mr. Myers,” Myra gasped through tears. “I want a divorce.”

Silence blanketed the line. “Today,” she added. “If possible.” Dropping the phone onto the passenger seat, a contraction rippled through her stomach, forcing her forward and blurring her vision with tears.

Just then, her phone rang: Rob. She declined the call, but it rang again and again. Frustrated, she tried turning the phone off, but her finger slipped, inadvertently connecting the call.

“What the hell do you want?!” she screamed, “Leave me alone!”

A confused voice answered. “Er… Mrs. Wood?”

Myra froze, looking at her screen: First Hospital. Her heart stopped. Her mother was admitted there.

“Hello,” Myra said quickly, wiping her tears. “I’m sorry… I thought you were someone else.”

“It’s about your mother,” the nurse said.

Myra’s heart raced. “What about her?” she whispered.

“We found a donor,” the nurse said.

Myra’s eyes widened. “Please come to the hospital to

Sign some documents, so we can prepare for the surgery.”

Myra gripped the phone tightly, breathless. “What?"