HIS IMPOSTER WIFE

ChapterThree

Amira felt like a toddler being scolded as she kneeled amidst Chris, Jasmine, and Susan.

"Are you saying you are pregnant?" Chris finally says a word after ignoring her for some days now.

At this point, Amira couldn't deny that, and she didn't want anything to happen to her child. Not even when Susan was standing here.

"I....em...I," She shuttered, unsure of what to say as words caught up in her throat.

Susan scoffed, took a step closer, and poured the hot soy milk she got from the kitchen on Amira's head. "You b***h! You plan to ruin my relationship!" She slapped her again and nothing happened. Chris kept watching as if nothing happened.

"What is the assurance that a b***h like you doesn't sleep around with men? How did you get pregnant for my Chris when I know what he can do and what he can't!"

At that point, Amira prays for death. The words are unbearable for her heart.

"You don't have to worry about it, I will leave." Amira tried to sound strong, but Chris' response got her struggling with breathing.

"Your existence isn't needed. Whether you die or not, it's none of my concerns"

Jasmine moved forward and grabbed Amira's hair, causing her to whimper in pain. "Make sure you clean this place or else your orphanage home will be burnt!" When Amira heard that, her heart tilted in pain, she didn't expect to get threatened.

Before long, Susan took over after Jasmine left. She grabbed Amira's hair and started cleaning the soy milk that spilled on the floor.

It was not an easy task as Amira felt her face scrubbing the floor; Susan didn't let go until Amira started bleeding and her face had a little scratch.

"Take that bastard to somewhere else!"

With the last firm hold, Susan let go of her and left in anger.

As tears rolled down her cheeks, she kept smiling. At least, she will save the orphanage home from being burned by Jasmine.

Within a few minutes, Amira was already with her luggage as she stepped out of Dixon's Mansion. On her first day here, no one welcomed her and now she was leaving, no one bid her farewell.

She was nothing from the beginning. Amira quickly had the memories of the time she spent with Grandpa Henry, she was prompt to make a bow in front of the mansion as her way of respect for the last time.

The Dixon Mansion seemed smaller and colder in the rearview mirror as Amira’s taxi pulled away. She didn’t cry, she couldn’t. Her heart had shattered too many times to shed another tear. As the city lights blurred past the window, Amira placed a protective hand over her stomach and whispered, “It’s just you and me now.”

If she had to clean the floor with her hair multiple times, she was ready to do it just to save her baby.

"Ma'am, where are you heading to?" The taxi driver asked sparing Amira a side glance.

"Kindly head to this orphanage" Amira pulled out a picture she took when leaving the orphanage back then.

When the driver looks deeply, a smile appears on her face. "Okay, ma'am! I will head there immediately"

As the taxi moved slowly, Amira had a faint smile. She put her head a little out of the window and allowed the cool breeze to hit her face. So she can finally know how this breeze felt after being locked in that mansion.

When the taxi pulled up in front of the familiar gates of the orphanage, Amira hesitated. It had been years since she left this place, promising herself she would never return. But now, with nowhere else to turn, it was the only place that felt remotely like home.

The door opened before she even knocked. Miss Violet, the orphanage Mistress, stood in the doorway with her usual warm smile. “Amira,” she said softly, pulling her into a hug. “You’re always welcome here, my dear.”

Huh! Is this how it is? Miss Violet didn't even question her sudden arrival but she sounded like she had been expecting her.

Amira couldn't help but hug Miss Violet, letting her tears out on Miss Violet's shoulder as she became helpless…

"You don't have to be sad darling. You are always welcome!" Miss Violet muttered as she patted her back.

At that moment, Amira couldn't hold herself back anymore as she cried uncontrollably.

A familiar voice also came from behind. “Amira!” she exclaimed, rushing over to embrace her. “It’s so good to see you!”

That is Ava, Amira's best friend. Even though she didn't have a family, Ava has been her friend and roommate in the orphanage house.

Ava was sharp to notice the scratch on her face. "Oh my gosh! What happened to your face?"

Amira suddenly held her stomach when she felt something weird. She hadn't figured out how long she had been pregnant but she felt disturbed.

Miss Violet quickly noticed Amira’s pale complexion and the way she held her stomach protectively. Her eyes softened with understanding. “Come in, child. You don’t have to explain anything now. Just rest.”

For the first time in weeks, Amira felt safe. Miss Violet and Ava offered her a small room in the back of the orphanage, where she could rest and recover. They didn’t ask too many questions, sensing that Amira wasn’t ready to talk about what had happened.

The two women accept Amira warmly, letting her forget what happened. As they entered, the kids were running around playfully, and Amira admitted that a lot had changed in the orphanage.

"Amira, I have a lot of things to tell. First, you need to rest" Ava uttered as if she read Amira's curious mind.

"Mom! The handsome uncle is here." One of the kids earlier called Miss Violet's attention.

And immediately, Miss Violet knows who the person is. "I'm sorry, Amira. I need to attend to that, Ava will escort you to your room"

With curiosity, Amira turns to Ava. "Who is the handsome uncle?”