HIS IMPOSTER WIFE

ChapterOne

Our contact marriage is over" Chris declared, dropping the papers on the table.

Amira was stunned; it felt like the world around her was gone, leaving her behind in pains that she couldn't describe. "What do you mean?"

Chris scoffed; it seemed Amira was trying to act dumb. "Grandpa is already died! You should snap out of it and realize that huge gap between us!"

It's not something new to Amira; it is obvious that Chris only chose her because of Grandpa, and now that he is dead, she has become useless. After all, Chris already acquired the properties that he needed.

"Chris," she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "I see. But... So soon? Grandpa Henry just passed away. Are you sure this is what you want?"

During their contract and the time they spent together, she has become madly in love with him. She kept wishing he would say otherwise.

Chris finally looked at her, his eyes devoid of warmth. "This was never about what I wanted, Amira. It was an arrangement. A deal. You’ve been compensated generously, and you’re free to go."

Amira felt as if the ground had been ripped out from under her. She gripped the edge of the couch, trying to steady herself.

"Free to go?" She asked, her voice wasn't as steady as before.

"Yes, you are free to go. You don't need to worry anymore Amira, your money will be sent to your account and you can also mention whatever you want"

"Huh!" Amira scoffed, tears brimming in her eyes. The words hit her like a slap. "Free to go," she murmured, almost to herself. Was that all she had been to him? A means to an end?

To him, Amira was just a cheap girl that money could buy.

Before she could say anything more, the sound of heels clicking against the marble floor interrupted them. Amira turned to see a woman in a sleek, black dress standing in the doorway. Her glossy hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her lips curved into a smirk as her gaze landed on Chris.

From the woman's appearance, one could tell that she was a wealthy and sassy lady and her presence changed the atmosphere.

"Hi, love," She muttered, a smile on her face as she exchanged hugs with Chris. "Chris," the woman said, her voice like honey laced with venom. "Aren’t you going to introduce me?"

Chris’s expression softened instantly, and a small smile tugged at his lips. "Susan," he said, his smile genuinely showing his teeth for the first time. "You’re here."

Amira would almost have entered the group if she hadn't known this lady before but she was left out. Her name rings a bell, and she knows her role in Chris's life. So this was Susan, the woman Chris had always loved, the one he had been waiting for. She watched as Chris placed a hand on Susan’s waist, a gesture so intimate it made her feel like an intruder in her own home.

"This is Amira," Chris said, waving a hand in her direction without even looking at her. "She’s... well, she’s been helping out around the house."

Helping out around the house. That was what she had been reduced to. After she was ridiculed as cheap, she was reduced to a maid. It's another name to call someone helping in the house.

"Hi Amira, nice to meet you. Thanks for helping out when I'm not around. You have done such a great deal and I will make sure you are rewarded for that. Thanks to you, my Chris became the CEO," Susan said as she tucked Amira's hair.

Her Chris becomes the CEO. Helping out when she wasn't around.

Those two statements continue playing over again in her brain, and she becomes helpless between them. Both lovers are full of ridiculous words.

Amira forced a smile, though her chest felt like it was caving in. "Nice to meet you too," she managed to say, her voice tight.

Chris didn’t seem to notice the tension in the room, or maybe he didn’t care. "Susan, let me show you to your room," he said, taking her hand and leading her out of the room.

Amira sat frozen on the couch, her mind racing. She had to get a grip on herself. She couldn’t let this break her. So she even has a room in the house she has been trying to protect for two years?

Grandpa's death was inevitable, the contract was to get married until Chris' girlfriend returned. And now Susan is back, nobody needs to tell her to leave.

But as she placed a hand over her stomach, a sudden wave of nausea hit her. She had been feeling off for days, and now the stress was making it worse.

She has been having some kind of feelings lately and her mind kept racing about her silly thoughts. When Grandpa was still alive, he secretly brought a pregnancy test for her, hoping to have a grandson soon.

At first, Amira thought Grandpa was just being delusional, but after her last encounter with Chris, she gave in.

She shrugged off the thought and headed to her room. Later that night, unable to sleep, Amira crept into the bathroom with the pregnancy test Grandpa gave her but didn’t dare to take the test. Her hands trembled as she waited for the results.

When the second line appeared, her breath caught in her throat. She was pregnant. Chris’s child.

It felt like a movie based on the script, but it's her life story on paper. She was pregnant and nothing could rectify that.

Amira sank to the floor, clutching the test in her hand. For a moment, she allowed herself to imagine what it would be like to tell Chris, to see his face light up with joy, to have him hold her and tell her they could make this work.

But then she remembered the way he had looked at Susan. The way he had dismissed her so easily. She couldn’t tell him. Not now. Not when he was so eager to move on.

After taking a deep breath, she concluded and said. "The contract is over!”