Marrying My Ex-husband's Uncle

The New Beginning

|Aurora’s POV|

The Next day………………………………………………………………………

“Evelyn, why are you acting up like a kid? I have been trying to talk to you since yesterday and you have been acting as if I am invincible to you,” James complained, cornering me as I made my morning coffee.

“You have a lot of entitlement and audacity, considering that I have been asking you a question that you have refused to provide me with a one-word answer.” I scoffed.

“What do you want me to say?” He yelled. His bloodshot eyes met mine. The dark circles beneath his chocolate orbs showed how tired he was.

“How about you tell me about how Evelyn is hosting a fetus, or did she become a surrogate mother?” I questioned.

At this point, I knew I was delusional, and I was in a state of denial because my heart was refusing to process the fact that James hated children, but impregnated his best friend while he was married.

“I don’t have anything to say to that. You don’t believe and trust me, so am I supposed to keep trying to persuade you?” He retorted.

“This is not about belief or trust, and don’t even try to emotionally blackmail me or manipulate me. Do you think I am stupid?” I demanded.

I know my father would be very disappointed in me because I was no longer the docile and submissive heiress he groomed. James is making me slip into insanity and become a jealous madwoman.

“You know what? I am tired of all your shenanigans. I am the head and sole provider of this household. I do not receive orders or report to you.” He finalized. His gaze hardened as a sudden coldness possessed him.

My lips quivered at his statement. He told me he would never ask me for anything. The only thing he said he needed from me was for me to love him.

“You are unbelievable. You know what?? f**k you!!! I hate you.” I cried out, wiping the traitorous tears that stained my cheeks.

“You know what? Let’s have this conversation later. I need to cool off my head.” He mumbled, packing his stuff while attempting to leave.

“Yeah, with a certain blonde in your head. Do whatever you want.” I recoiled, marching up the stairs to cry out for my miserable life.

I slipped into the memories of being treated like a queen by James like the rarest gem he could ever get his hands on. Sobs racked through me as I thought about my baby.

I shook my head while staring at the chandelier that hung from the ceiling. “Is it really advisable to remain here? Do I have to wait till I am given the divorce papers?”

“You are just overreacting. You know he still loves you. Do you really think your father would let you in after leaving his house and the man you were supposed to marry?” I snapped out of the trance before I spiraled into depression.

I jolted up as the doorbell alarm woke me. I quickly wiped off the drool and fixed my hair so it looked presentable to James.

I paused as I remembered that he usually doesn’t knock and has access to the finger ID and face ID, but they have been acting up.

I rushed downstairs with a hope-filled heart, hoping he would finally tell me what was wrong and we would settle it.

Disappointment flooded my veins as I saw the skinny blonde, an unwanted visitor at the entrance, with a smug grin.

“What do you want? You know James is not around.” My voice was cold and angry as the b***h shoved me to the side and strode inside like it was her father’s house.

“Where do you think you are going to?” I growled as I clutched the pink bag hung on her shoulder.

Her eyes were rounded like a secret fishing hole and twice as deep, emphasizing how deep the wickedness in her soul reflected through her eyes.

“I thought it’s time to have a proper discussion with you, regarding James of course.” She hissed as she sashayed towards the living room, her screechy voice drawing my eyes as much as her flimsy lemon bright sun dress that was giving me an eyesore.

“Who said I wanted to talk to you? I’d rather binge-watch anime than converse with you, but since I am being generous, let’s hear what gibberish you have to say.” I retorted.

The hatred and resentment came out in full waves. She mirrored my expression before her chapped lips stretched as she gave me a disgusting, sick smile.

“You know he doesn’t love you, and you know I am pregnant by him. Why are you still waiting? And just so you know, he married you to get back at me for having a boyfriend.

His mum also made it obvious that you are just a gold digger and, according to her, you are a parasite, why not run along and crawl back into the black hole you walked out of?” She sneered.

I bellowed with laughter as I took in her desperate attempt to get me gone. I have sacrificed so much for James and it would take a lot more than this to get me to pack my bags and leave.

“How about No? You see, Y’all might not know how much I have sacrificed just to be here, but I will tell you that your pregnancy and baby would do nothing to make me leave.” I revealed.

“Oh, thank you for the tip. I will ask James to prepare the divorce letter since that would be the most effective way to get you out of the way.” She promised darkly.

“Are you that desperate to be with James? Do you know that at this point, I am starting to think James is just a pawn in your and his mom’s silly games?” I reasoned out loud.

“That’s not what he said when he was ramming into me. Or when he kissed me at the subway station.” She smirked.

Her words struck me like lightning as my brain flashed the images of their locked lips. I saw red at the moment and realized that maybe I was truly the unwanted one.

“That is probably because he thinks you are a cheap w***e that can be used to pass the time when his wife is not emotionally available.” I shrugged, showing her my wedding band to add to her misery.

“You think that cheap diamond assures you that you are his forever? Or that he would not divorce you to be with the woman he loves since you were just a rebound?” She bit back.

“When we get to that bridge, we would cross it. As much as I would have loved to listen to your melodious voice, I have somewhere to be. So leave my husband’s house before I call the cops for you.” I threatened.

I instinctively took a step back to check what was causing the commotion after hearing a clank of the silverware in the kitchen.

I felt a shove before my feet left the marble floor. I blindly clutched the flimsy lemon bright sundress for support.

Her screams damaged my ears even before we rolled to the bottom of the stairs and our heads hit the cold, hard ground.

“What the f**k happened here??? Evelyn!!!” James barreled into the living room on cue as he rushed to her.

My blurry gaze tracked the way he tenderly held her in his arms like the finest sculpture to ever exist. The trail of tears tickled my ear as he looked over at me, conflicted.

The uncomfortable pool of thick liquid gathering between my thighs caused my tear gland to release a pool of salty liquid from my eyes.

I felt my heart ripped into tiny pieces at the adoration in his eyes for his so-called best friend. I felt like an intruder and a thief caught in the owner’s home.

Maybe I was the thief because I was going to die for my sin, the sin of loving a man who loves his best friend. Sadly, even in death, my heart yearned for him.

“Rory. I am so sorry, but she’s pregnant, and her health condition requires immediate attention. I called the ambulance for you already. They will be here shortly.” James promised before stalking off with the fragile murderer in his arms.

My eyes closed briefly on their own accord as I cried for the baby that I’d never get to see, my best friend that I would never get to see agai-

“What the f**k. Princess, what is wrong with you?? Oh my God, you are bleeding out.” The nickname jolted me out of my imagination.

My lips stretched lazily as I saw the older version of my husband pick me up gently as if I’d break. I couldn’t fully appreciate the romantic and thoughtful gesture because I had already reached a point of being broken beyond repair.

I watch him pick me up, afraid I’d be broken with the slightest touch. I didn’t know what to say. My vision blurred as darkness quickly covered me.

I woke up to a manly voice. I couldn’t speak because my throat was parched.

“Princess....”

“Princess, you are awake? Have a glass of water.” He commanded, pushing the glass against my lip.

I gulped down the water greedily as I took in the worry etched on the older version of my husband; I gave him a weak smile and looked around, hoping I would see the love of our lives, but of course, my dearest husband wasn’t there.

“How are you feeling?? Princess talk to me.” He demanded as he rubbed my shoulder soothingly.

Suddenly, the wheels in my head clicked as I remembered my little munchkin. Tears pooled in my eyes and the room became a blurry image.

“What happened to my baby?? Tell me she is still there.” I clutched his black shirt, looking at him hopefully.

But the slight movement of his head told me all I needed to hear. I didn’t even get to see himher before that b***h snatched my baby from me.

Shaking his head “I am sorry Princess. It was too late to save the baby. You had a miscarriage,”

My hands instinctively went to my belly. Although there was never a visible bump, I knew I was hosting a fetus. But now that I touched it, I could feel the stillness and emptiness.

A wave of grief washed over me like a tidal wave crashing against the shore, leaving devastation in its wake.

I thought about all the dreams I had already woven for my little one. The nursery I had started to plan, all the little clothes I had stashed up in secret, knowing even if James wasn’t in support of it, I would raise the baby alone.

It was all for nothing now. Tears streamed down my face as I whispered I wished I got the privilege of seeing you grow up and call me mama.

“Princess, I am sorry for your loss, most especially. I am sorry for not getting there early enough. I am so sorry.” The sincerity in his voice triggered another wave of tides to fall from my eyes as my body racked with uncontrollable sobs.

I felt Ethan’s arms wrap around me, holding me close as I mourned the loss of my unborn child. I cling to him, trying to find comfort in his embrace.

At this moment, I felt as if someone had ripped away a part of me, leaving a gaping hole that can never be filled. I know that time might heal the wound, but the scar will remain, a constant reminder of what Evelyn and my husband did.

I will never forget what both of them did to me, and most especially, forgiveness is not on my list for both of them.

I hope they have a disastrous life together, because if they don’t, what would be bestowed upon them would be worse if I came back for vengeance. I promised darkly.

“I am fine. Don’t let anyone in this room apart from yourself and the medical staff, and also please, can you get someone to get my stuff? I am leaving.” I declared.

His golden iris tracked my lips movement like a predator would prey. He gave me a firm nod and for a minute; I was grateful to him for coming at such a critical time.

“Why are you here?” I whispered.

He froze for a minute. The admiration in his cat-like eye shimmered and hit me with full force. I wish we had met in a better condition. Even though he was sixteen years older, he would have still treated me way better.

Ethan’s words blurred as I thought about everything I gave up to be with the man I love, not the wealthy one my parents wanted. The company. My rights. My shares, all because of an unrequited love??

“Can I use your phone for a second? “Can I use your phone for a second?” I asked, and before I finished, he placed the expensive Apple device on my outstretched hands.

I closed my eyes briefly before dialing the number I never knew I would dial again.

“Hi dad, it’s Aurora. I am ready to come back home. Please tell your secretary to prepare a divorce letter with my signature on it and have it delivered to James Albert’s secretary. Also, I will marry the man you wanted me to marry if the offer is still available.”