Carrying The Billionaire's Heir In Shame

chapter 2

Delilah’s P.O.V

“What?”

It was a dumb question to ask but I just had to say it. Maybe I didn’t hear him correctly. He still had that unremorseful and cold expression on his face. I never thought I’d have to see this side of him before.

“I said I want a divorce. Are you deaf or something?” He sounded even more irritated now.

My jaw hung open as I continued to stare at him. This couldn’t possibly be happening. We’d spent three years together. Was he really about to throw it all away? Deep down, I didn’t need anybody to tell me the answer.

Hunter turned to his sister and made a silent gesture with his head. Maxine nodded her head and got up from her seat. She made her way upstairs without saying a word. My gaze remained fixed on Hunter as I stared at him, silently begging him not to do this to me.

“Are you really doing this?” I asked, my voice shaky as tears streamed uncontrollably down my face.

Hunter didn’t bother answering me and simply turned to his son who was seated on the couch. He picked up the boy and began bouncing him gently.

“It’s okay Ty.” He cooed.

Tyler Jackson. Hunter’s bastard son. Yet he was looking at the boy with so much love and joy in his heart. I wondered if maybe he wouldn’t bother with the boy if I’d been able to give him a child. It wasn’t like I hadn’t tried. I tried again and again, hospital after hospital, doctor after doctor.

I wondered how he could do all this while my heart was twisting so painfully.

Maxine came back not a moment later with some papers in her hands. She handed it to Hunter. Hunter went through its contents briefly before turning to me. He stretched out the papers to me, his eyes cold and emotionless.

“I’ve already signed it. Go ahead and do the same so we can get this over with already.”

I looked at the paper still outstretched. Divorce papers. He really did want a divorce. My chest tightened as the reality dawned on me. I should have known that this marriage had always been a fragile one, bound to fail one day.

Victra let out a frustrated sigh and moved closer to him. She took the papers from Hunter and pushed them into my chest.

“Just sign the damn papers and get the hell out!” She yelled in frustration.

The little boy started crying, startled by the sudden noise. Hunter immediately tried to hush him before sending a pointed glance at me.

“Sign the papers and let’s get this over with Delilah. I don’t need you upsetting my son any further.” Hunter sent me a disgusted glare.

I swallowed down, letting his words sink in as I glanced at the papers in my hands. I’d suffered enough embarrassment. My dignity was more or less on the floor at this point. What more was I even fighting for?

I went through the contents of the papers before looking around for a pen. Hunter tried to hand me one but I completely ignored him. I eventually found a pen in one of the drawers and signed the paper.

When I was done, I handed it back to him. He gave the boy back to Victra before collecting the papers from me. He went through it briefly, a satisfied hum leaving his lips as he put the papers on table.

“I want all your things out of my house by tomorrow. My lawyer will send you a copy of the divorce papers.” He stared straight at me as those words left his mouth.

I simply let out a hum and didn’t say anything else. I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of knowing that he had broken me. Maxine had a look of annoyance and irritation on her face as she stared at me. She looked like she couldn’t just wait for me to get the hell out of his face. She wouldn’t have to wait too long. I would soon do her the favor.

“I hope you realize what you’re getting yourself into. It’ll be too late by then.” I said, my voice low enough yet audible in the silence of the room.

“Oh?” He sent me an incredulous look. “And pray, do tell exactly what I’m getting myself into.”

There was a look in his eyes, a silent challenge. He was daring me, testing to see what move I would make and how would react. I won’t give him the satisfaction of knowing I was broken by this. Not anymore.

Without another word, I made my way upstairs and towards our room. I quickly headed for the closet and began packing all my things into a suitcase. The packing was less than meticulous as I usually liked things to be but at this point, I didn’t have a care for that anymore. I was tired and done with everything. It all felt too suffocating.

I didn’t know what was going on downstairs or what they were talking. They could be talking about me still even at this moment when I was packing my things. Screw them. They could all go to hell for all I care.

Soon enough, my legs gave out and I found myself on the floor of my closet room. The tears were running down my cheeks uncontrollably and they wouldn’t just stop no matter how much I wiped at my face. I took out my phone and hurriedly dialed a number I never thought I’d be calling.

At first I wasn’t expecting them to even answer. To my surprise, the person answered after the second ring. For a moment, none of us said anything to each other.

“Lila.”

That was enough to bring on the rest of the waterworks.

“Dad?” I called out, my voice wet and shaky from all the crying.

“What’s wrong sweetheart?” I felt a tug in my chest. God, it felt like it had been ages. I wiped my cheeks, trying to control my breathing.

“I need you, Dad. Please come here. I really need you.” I sobbed into the phone, unable to hold it back any longer.

“I’m on my way now. Just hang in there for me, alright?”

I nodded my head, not quite saying anything. I put the phone and hugged my knees as I waited for him to arrive. My gaze was on the slip of paper before me, the result of the pregnancy test I took.