My Ex-Husband's brother is the biker who saved me

I dialed Enoch's number again, desperately waiting for him to pick up his phone so I could at least hear his voice. But it went straight to voicemail, and it got me more worried than ever. “Enoch, are you okay? Please answer your phone or at least call me back when you get this. I'm worried.” I said into the phone again. That would be the tenth voicemail I would be sending him apart from the numerous messages, but so far I haven't received any reply. I stood outside in the private underground garage. My breath was shuddering because it was literally freezing, but I wanted to wait for my husband to get home. He was unusually late, which was unlike him to do, at least ever since I got pregnant three months ago. My marriage to Enoch had been one of convenience between two close families. My father had insisted I marry into the extremely wealthy Windsor family so it would seal the ties he shared with them, and I had agreed because it would benefit my family and also save us from an impending bankruptcy. I never really knew or expected that I would be walking into a hell of a marriage. The marriage was loveless, and for more than two years, Enoch and I lived in the big mansion as roommates rather than husband and wife. I already knew he didn't like me that much because he had refused to follow through with the wedding at first, but the marriage was already a done deal. We were cats and rats, and we made sure to stay out of each other's way until Enoch came home one day, dead drunk, and we had a one night stand. He had made it clear it was a mistake and didn't mean anything to him, but it was too late; I had gotten pregnant. Surprisingly, he became more present than he was before, which actually renewed my hope for our marriage. A child would be able to bring happiness to my sad home. And his behaviors had been promising. But now I'm not so sure. What if he is back to sleeping around with other women as he had always done? I paced about trying to make blood rush to my cold legs, my eyes also stung badly from the cold, and I wrapped my cardigan more tightly around me. My hands circled protectively around my little, bloated tummy. The thought of a little boy or girl in me made me smile once again. The whole family had been happy when they received the news, my mother especially. Even the cold Mrs Windsor had given me a warm but slightly stiff hug. I have never felt so reassured in a long time. I couldn't relieve my eyes from the gate, as I waited impatiently for Enoch to get home. But no matter how I look, the gates don't seem to be opening any time soon, which means no Enoch. “He might be really busy then.” I muttered another word of encouragement to myself for the umpteenth time. I turned to enter back into the elevator and go back into the house, but I stopped when I heard a sound. The more followed. I furrowed my brows and stared in the direction of the sound. It came from one of the plenty of cars lined up in the garage. “Is Enoch back?” I asked myself. Cautiously, I walked closer to the direction from which the sound came. As I walked closer, it was more distinctive. I could hear giggles, moans and sloppy sounds. My heart beats faster in my chest, and my hand tightens around me. I was nervous because it was strange for someone else to be in here. Enoch and I lived alone, he didn't want other people near us, which would give room for suspicion, so it wouldn't create a scandal, or the media should know about our ‘picture perfect marriage’. To please him, I had to let go of my dreams as well as friends. I finally stood in front of a Porsche truck, and I stared unblinkingly at the windshield. My hands fell from my tummy, and my phone fell to the ground, making a small thud on the cold floor as I stared at the scene in front of me. My eyes stung badly, but this time it wasn't from the cold, it was from the pain I was feeling and from the hot tears threatening to fall down my face. My chest tightened, and my hands shook. Enoch was in the front seat, and a woman with blonde hair was straddling him. They were both in an intense, intimate moment. “Oh, Enoch. Harder, harder, harder..I want more. I want you more.” The lady moaned as her hips moved and her head swung back. Enoch's hands were all over her; his lips were planting kisses on her exposed upper body. The sounds they made kept hammering on my brain. I felt weak and helpless. I had thought Enoch was finally going to give our marriage a chance. I had thought he was going to at least spare me for the sake of our baby. Why this now? Why is he having s*x with another woman in the same building I'm in? He doesn't even respect the fact that I'm carrying his child. Why?! He had always been with women ever since we got married. I never really cared then, but now it hurts differently. It tore my heart to shreds. The sounds of their moans increased, and it was really loud in my ears. The tears finally broke out. I slid to the ground as streams of tears rolled continuously down my face. I felt so weak to my knees that I couldn't even wail, I couldn't walk over to them and shout as I wanted to. I couldn't scream at myself for thinking I had a chance to win Enoch's heart. As I cried, they both didn't stop. It was as if they didn't hear my sniffs and sobs, or they just decided to ignore me. And it hurts more like hell. It just shows I've been in my own dreamland of finally having a better husband. I stood up, my hand on my now-hurting tummy and walked back into t he house, the moans and groans still playing in my head. Enoch Windsor can never love me.