Billionaire Ex-Wife Sweet Revenge

Chapter 4

Raven's pov

“Raven, you are bleeding!” Angela yelled beside me as she rushed to my side.

I opened my eyes slowly, my head banging from the light steaming from the window side. I could not help but hiss in pain.

I looked around the unfamiliar room and quickly noticed I was in the hospital room. Angela was seated beside me, laying her head on the bed, she was fast asleep.

I could not remember anything, the last thing I remembered was my mother-in-law Florence shouting at me. I am used to it now. Then I remembered she pushed me and I landed on the ground and sharp pain resonated through my body. That was all I remembered.

“Angela,” I called her as my throat felt sore and dry.

Angela instantly raised her head up and immediately she saw I was awake, she engulfed me in a tight hug.

“Gosh I was so scared, thank God you are awake,” she said, her voice muffled as she talked into my skin.

“Well if you don't let go of me I might suffocate.”

“Oh sorry,” she said as she released me from her bone-crushing hug. “What happened?” I asked Angela.

“You don't remember?” She asked with a confused expression. “No I don't, it's all just so foggy,” I replied.

Angela's eyes suddenly became teary as her lips trembled. Angela was one of the most emotionally strong people I know. It was rare to see her cry. She must have been really scared.

“Oh Raven, how can I tell you this?” she cried, tears streaming down her face. “What is it, Angela?” I asked, suddenly feeling restless.

Just then the door opened and Lucas walked in with a solemn expression on his face. Why did everyone look sad?

Over the past few weeks since Lucas and I got married, he had been super attentive and sweet; he was the perfect husband.

“Lucas,” I called him, happy to see him.

“Good you are awake I have something to tell you,” he said with a blank expression looking serious.

“What is it?” I asked.

“You miscarried, the baby is dead.” He announced with no emotions or sympathy in his voice, he just said it.

“Lucas,” Angela said glaring at him but I could not seem to understand what was going on.

I instinctively rubbed my stomach, there was still a bump there but it felt different, I felt different, I felt lighter.

It's impossible, maybe they were pranking me.

“What do you mean, Lucas?” I asked.

“You heard me, you are no longer pregnant,” he snapped at me before walking out of the room.

I stared at the slightly ajar door before turning my gaze to Angela who would not stop sobbing.

“Angela, please tell me it's a lie,” I begged as I felt my body begin to tremble.

“Calm down, Raven calm down.”

My baby was gone, it had been weeks now but it was a feeling I could not let go of.

Lucas barely gave me his attention nor did he talk to me. I have become an emotionally abusive bag for Lucas's mother and sisters.

They all hated me, and Lucas seemed to also hate me. It felt like he blamed me for the death of our son as he felt like I traped him as his family always deemed fit to remind me.

“My father is sick, Lucas,” I said as I walked into his office.

“And so?” He asked, still typing away on his laptop.

Lucas was so nonchalant about my affairs so it was not a new thing that he was not aware of my father's predicament.

“I...I need some money.”

“I can't hear you, you said?”

“I need some money for his medical bills,” I said.

“How much?” He asked.

“Around a hundred thousand, he had cancer and needed to undergo chemotherapy.”

One thing about being the wife of Lucas West was I could not work, but I was grateful because I could go ahead with my education because he paid for it, claiming he could not be married to an illiterate.

“Fine, can you leave? I am busy,” he dismissed me.

He showed no sympathy at all, not caring about my father's health or how I was coping knowing fully well how attached I was to my father.

Although my father was not the best dad in the world he was my only family and I still loved him regardless.

I stood in front of my father’s gravestone, my fingers tracing the engraved letters of his name. The wind blew gently, carrying with it the scent of freshly cut grass and blooming flowers.

The grief was a constant ache, a heavy burden that weighed down on my every step.

“Father, I miss you so much, I never thought a day would come when I would miss your presence but I do. But I know you are no longer in pain, you are free father, free from all the pain,” I whispered with a trembling voice.

“I will try and be happy father, I will try.”

It had been three months since his tragic passing, yet the wound felt as fresh as the day I received the phone call with the dreadful news.

Since the loss of our unborn child, Lucas had built a wall around himself, shutting me out completely. It was as if he had forgotten I existed.

Back at the house, the atmosphere was suffocating. Lucas’s mother, Florence made no effort to hide her disdain for me. Every interaction was laced with venom, every word designed to wound.

“You’re back,” Florence said coldly as I entered the kitchen. “I have no idea why people front over the dead. It is a good thing that the child is gone, now your true colors are showing.”