Chapter1
Cassidy's POV
“I'm busy, talk to you later.” This was the text message I received from my husband after calling him nonstp for the past one hour.
Today marks our first year anniversary in marriage and was also his birthday.
To put the icing on the cake, I had just been informed that we were expecting our first child.
I had planned this for two weeks. I wanted his birthday and our anniversary to be special.
I hoped it would be a new beginning for us since we got married as more of acquaintances than lovers.
My family members, unwilling to give me part of my father's inheritance, married me off to a rich man's son who needed to be married to inherit his father's wealth.
We were joined together without a chance to choose if we really wanted each other or not.
I waited throughout the night staring at the lit candles and the set up of food that were now beginning to run cold.
I checked the time, it was over three hours since he last texted and he still wasn't back. I was beginning to feel sleepy.
I robbed my stomach as the tears threatened to drop from my eyes. I had spent the whole day setting all of this together.
Apart from using the whole week to source for the best ingredients and materials to make our night special, I spent over five hours in the kitchen putting all of these together.
I decided to remind myself of my bundle of joy as my hands wrapped around the little fetus growing in my womb.
I smiled in between tears, thinking about what my life would be like after this night.
This was a clear signal that Dave, my husband, didn't respect me or even this family.
I took one last glance at the entrance for any signs of him before standing up to clear the dining table.
I was extra tired from all the stress I had put myself through and just wanted to rest.
The lingerie set I had arranged for our special anniversary night was still laying on the bed, red lacy thong and brassiere, his favorite color.
The sadness weighed in my heart, threatening to consume me whole. I tossed it off the bed onto the floor and created space for myself to lie down.
I couldn't help but think about what had become of my life. Being in an unhappy marriage just because of money.
Just as my head hit the pillows, I heard a loud horn, followed by the sound of our gate - Finally he was home.
I rolled my eyes, cleaning the remnant of tears that were already beginning to dry off and form a white flaky substance underneath my eye balls.
I watched from my window as he drove his newly bought SUV into the house and parked it before stumbling off the car.
He was obviously drunk! I spent all day waiting for him and he was out with his friends? I couldn't believe it. Today of all days.
The entrance door opened with a loud thud, causing me to jump in shock.
“Where's she?” He shouted as soon as he walked in,almost tumbling across the living room floor.
“Where's who?” I asked him, looking pitily at his drunk ass.
“Oh there you are, you slut!” He said, pointing and walking towards me. His jet black hair was looking ruffled, but in a sexy way as usual.
His gray eyes brimming with anger and his face contorted with an expression of dissatisfaction and disgust. He was holding a brown envelope that he clutched tightly.
Did he just call me a slut! I was startled at the name calling. It was the first ever since we got married and he owes me an explanation.
“What’s all these Dave?” I asked him. “First, you come in late and drunk on the day that is meant to be our special day and now you're name calling?” I added.
“What's special about being wedded to a harlot?” He asked me, tossing the brown envelope at me.
I picked it up, wondering what could be in it. Perhaps it was a prank and he had bought me a landed property for our anniversary. I smiled at that thought.
We were going to deal with the name calling later.
He waited patiently for me to open up the envelope and brought out the content.
“That's our divorce papers.” He stated as I read the description on the document in confusion.
“Divorce?” I asked him, still confused.
“Are you also deaf?” He asked, his question hit me like a spear targeted at my heart.
“Dave, what's the meaning of all of these? What is going on?” I asked him, unwilling to believe that this was real.
As I stood there in denial, looking at the divorce papers, I felt a little prick on my toes.
He had thrown a pen at me. I looked up at him, noting the look of anticipation on his face.
“Sign the damn papers!” He ordered,towering over me.
I dropped down in tears as sadness and disappointment washed over me like raindrops.
Although our marriage didn't have a foundation of love, somehow I had made myself comfortable in it.
I started spicing things up just recently by trying a lot of seduction and Kamasutra lessons I had learnt off the internet.
I noticed he started looking at me desperately when I wore those sexy lingeries around him and thought we were making great improvement due to the increase in our s****l relations and even our gift growing healthily in my stomach.
I had thought wrong. All these while he still didn't feel anything for me. Instead he thinks I am cheating on him.
My hands instinctively reached for my belly as I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.
I had never cheated on my husband and the child in me was for him. I laid on the floor broken and confused as to where this accusation was coming from.
“What are you still waiting for?!” He snapped, pulling me out of my thoughts.
