Chapter3
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Chapter 3
Annie's POV
I trudged upstairs, my feet heavy with sorrow, I couldn't stand there and hear everything my mother in law was saying against me, best ways to leave the house in peace for the sake of my new unborn child.
I couldn't believe what had just happened to me, it was just in a few hours and my marriage of months was ending.
Armstrong, the man I loved, the man I had given my heart to, had betrayed me the bad way. He had thrown me away like yesterday's trash, all for the sake of a child with his ex-girlfriend. The pain was suffocating, making it hard to breathe, but it was fine.
As I entered our bedroom to pack my things, I couldn't hold the tears any longer so I bursted to another run of tears.
This was the room where we shared so many memories, where we had laughed and loved together even when he was crippled. But now, it felt like a stranger's room, a room that held only pain and heartache to ms. The bed, once a sanctuary of love and passion, now felt like a cold, empty space.
I began to pack my things, my hands shaking as I folded my clothes and placed them in my suitcase. Tears streamed down my face as I thought about how much I had loved Armstrong, how much I had sacrificed for him just to be with him but he never valued it. I had disobeyed my father, hidden my true identity, all for the sake of our love. I never wanted him to know I was the daughter of Khans because I wanted to know if he truly loved me for who I am. But it had all been for nothing. Armstrong had never truly loved me. He had only loved the idea of me, the idea of having a wife who would take care of him when his two legs were crippled. Someone who would move him for and to, he would have told me he needed a maid.
I remembered the way Armstrong used to hold me, the way he used to look at me with love in his eyes. But those memories were now tainted with the knowledge of his betrayal. I felt like I was packing away not just my clothes, but also my dreams and my heart. Invade made it conclusive that men are scum!
I was determined not to let Armstrong's betrayal define me. I would not let him break me. I would rise above this, and I would make a new life for myself, to make him know I will never crawl back to beg him. Instead I will make him beg me.
I am Annie Khans. I took a deep breath, feeling a sense of resolve settle within me, may that are the words I needed to assure myself with
I took one last look around the room, making sure nothing was left behind. Then, I turned and walked downstairs, my heart heavy with sorrow, but also because I didn't want him and his mother to see those pain. Emily was seated with smiles on her face. Maybe she needed to be happily welcomed back to her ex.
As I reached the bottom step, I felt a piece of paper slip out of my pocket. It was the pregnancy test result. Armstrong saw it and tried to pick it up, but I snatched it away from him, my heart racing with anger. "Don't touch it," I spat, my voice venomous. "You have no right to touch anything that belongs to me." I was glad he never saw the content in the paper to avoid unnecessary dramas.
I turned and walked away, leaving him,his mother and his new girlfriend behind. I hailed a taxi and gave the driver an address on the other side of town. I had a small house there, a house that I had rented under a pseudonym for the meantime, I didn't want to go back to my father's house as that would attract another scene. My father would never be happy to hear I got engaged to a worthless fellow like Armstrong, as I had always rejected every billionaire suitor.
So, here is a place where I could escape, a place where I could be alone, until I gave birth to my child .
As the taxi drove away from the house, I felt a sense of relief wash over me, like a cool breeze on a hot summer day. I was finally free from the toxic relationship that had been suffocating me. I was finally free to start anew, a family I had always fed with my hard earned money, now Emily will take over the care.
As I settled into my new life, I started attending prenatal classes and tests, preparing for the arrival of my baby. And it was there, at one of those tests at the hospital that I saw Armstrong's mother and Emily, yes they came to check up on her unborn child also. But Emily never saw me. I made sure of that, I pray his mother also never saw me.
I watched as they chatted and laughed together, and I felt a pang of sadness. But I pushed it aside. I was better off without them. I was better off on my own. I focused on my baby, on the new life that was growing inside me.
Days turned into weeks, and I settled into my new routine. But then, one day, I heard a knock on the door while I was in the kitchen making my supper . I opened it to find Armstrong's mother standing on my porch, a smile on her face, I was jerked on how she got to know my address. Had she been tracking me all this while?
And what did she want from a worthless fellow like me as she as maimed?
"Annie, it is so devastating that you render yourself to this level with my son seed in your womb" she boomed to me. I felt her words were to insult me but I remained calm with smiles on my face.
"What about the baby?" I asked, Armstrong's mother smiled again. "Well, dear, we're willing to offer you a substantial amount of money to...take care of the problem, I would want my son to have an illegitimate child from someone like you, let me protect that from happening in future.” She dropped the bombshell.
I knew what she was implying, I could feel the churning from my stomach as she spoke, I took some steps back with my eyes piercing through her in disgust. "You want me to abort my baby so Armstrong won't have anything to do with me in future?" I asked her, my voice incredulous. Armstrong's mother nodded her head in response. “This child is mine, mine alone. Neither you nor your son would come in contact with him, thinking I would reunite with your son because my unborn child is insane” I yelled at her angrily.
“I never abort my child for your prices so stay clearly away from me” I added but her next words left me doubting what she is up to.
“let see to that” with that she turned and left
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