Carrying The Billionaire's Heir In Shame

Delilah’s P.O.V “How could you do this to me?” Maybe I was dreaming. Yes. This was all some sick dream. I would wake up and find myself lying down next to my husband. It would all have been a dream. Just a dream. Except it wasn’t. The said husband was standing in front of me, unable to even look me in the eye. I felt my anger boiling as that thought crossed. “If you had the nerve to hide this from me, then you should at least have the balls to look at me damn it.” I yelled out in frustration. He finally rose his head and stared me in the eye. I used to love looking at those eyes once. Those gorgeous grey eyes that enthralled me like nothing I’d ever seen. Now all I wanted to do was stick my fingers in them. “I don’t know what to say to Dede.” His voice was barely above a whisper. “Don’t!” Her voice was shaky as she pointed at him. “Don’t call me that name ever again.” If someone had told me something like this would ever happen, that a day like this would come, I would have laughed and scoffed it off. I would have cussed the person out to. It seemed like I was in a living nightmare, with no possible way of escaping. “After everything I’ve done for you, everything I’ve sacrificed for you. You chose to do this to me. You decided to do this to me, Hunter.” I held onto my shirt, trying my best to control my breathing. With each sentence I made, the tightness in my chest increased. I don’t think I’d ever felt this pain before. It was unbearable. Hunter had gone back to staring at the ground, unable to look me in the eyes. Hunter’s sister was seated on the couch, looking at me with a bored expression. She didn’t look like she cared one bit about what was going on. “Mama.” I turned to the woman who had been standing far away from us. She was holding her son in her arms. Hunter’s son. The boy was about three years old with black curly hair and a cute button nose. Hunter’s son. The son of my husband of more than three years now. The woman was stroking the back of her son in a bid to soothe him. She had a blank look of indifference on her face. Whenever our eyes would meet, she would stare back without a single sliver of remorse. It felt like I was running mad. I wanted to tear my hair out and scream in frustration. Hunter and I had been married for almost three years. It had been an arranged marriage so I never really considered the possibility of hitting things off with him immediately. Still, I at least thought those years meant something to him. Things had been okay. We were fine. At least I thought we were. Those late night talks, those barely audible “I love you’s” when we made love, I thought it meant something. It seemed I’d been terribly wrong. “Can we just stop all this drama already?” The woman spoke up after being silent all this time. She rolled her eyes and turned to Hunter. “Baby, tell her to pack her s**t up and get the f**k out of here.” There was a certain bite to her tone. Victra Stark. She was Hunter’s first love. The product of their love was the three years old nuzzling into her neck while he stared at me like I was some display on a museum. Victra was looking at me with irritation written over her face. It was as if just being in her presence was a thorn in her side. It felt like a prick under my skin. I hated it so much. Who did she think she was to talk to me that way? I turned to Hunter, hoping he would reprimand her for referring to me that way. My heart shattered even more when he remained silent. He finally looked up to regard me again. Those grey eyes that I admired over the years were now looking at me with irritation and disgust. It was a miracle that my legs hadn’t given out just yet. This couldn’t be happening. “Look Delilah, I appreciate all you’ve done for me these years. It was fine. But I need you to get one thing straight. I don’t love you. The only woman I love is standing right next to me, with my son.” He turned to Victra and leaned in to kiss her. I couldn’t even say anything, my jaw hanging open as I watched the two display their affection towards one another. Somehow the strength slowly came back to me. “Is that supposed to it? Did all those three years mean nothing to you?” I screamed out in frustration. He couldn’t just decide to toss me like I was nothing. Hell no! I refuse to stand for that. Maxine sent me an annoyed look before letting out a sigh of frustration. “Can you give it a rest already? My brother doesn’t want you anymore. Besides, he has a real woman who can give him a child. What have you given him?” When I didn’t say anything, she spoke again. “Exactly. Nothing!” I remained silent, her words like a knife to my chest. It was the harsh truth that I’d been forced to accept. I didn’t have any children for Hunter and that was something that made Victra superior to me. “Oh for f**k sake.” Victra handed her son over to Maxine and came up to me. “Hunter doesn’t need you anymore. So just do yourself a favor and leave while you still have this little shred of dignity.” She pointed at my chest with her finger. I felt my anger rise to the ceiling. Who did this b***h think she was to touch me? Before I could do anything, Hunter came up to us and stepped in between me and her. “I think this has gone on long enough.” His grey eyes never left mine as the next words left his mouth. “I want a divorce.”