The Ceos hidden heir

Chapter 4

Alexandra's POV

It was months already, I was drawing closer to the day of my delivery.

All this while, there had been antenatal antennae, so on and so forth.

There wasn't a husband besides me to care for me, he blatantly ignored my calls and would yell furiously at me whenever I tried to meet him in public.

It became too much to the point that the paparazzi carried it around that I was being shameless.

As their scandal was released, I was called back home, but I refused to go back there. I didn't want to face humiliations, this didn't escape the eyes of Darren's mother.

She met up with me at a private café and expressed her deepest apologies from her son's behavior and blamed it all on his upbringing.

I couldn't help but believe her words. This was the first time I saw her but I trusted her more than my mom..

She asked me to call her mom, so I did that everyday, she expressed her dislike for the relationship of Darren and my stepsister.

I didn't say a word about it, and she said I shouldn't be calm about it.

The next day, I moved to Darren's mansion even though he didn't want that.. Amelia was kicked out and Stephanie, Darren's mom, was pressed on telling the paparazzi, I am his wife.

Darren bluntly refused and went on a hunger strike like a child, locking himself in a room and bawling his eyes in there and I finally talked to her.

She let it go reluctantly.

Darren left the house immediately after that, he hadn't come back after that and I couldn't deny that it was very much peaceful.

Scandals about him and Amelia would pop with me in the picture like every consecutive 2 weeks.

Stephanie had returned to stay with her husband so she didn't see the news and I didn't bother to tell her.

It was that time again, I went to the hospital and got back feeling extremely tired. Only to see a notification pop up, it was a file- a video.

I frowned.

I knew what it meant, as expected, it was Darren and Amelia fuckin like dogs on the balcony.

My heart twisted at the sight, I couldn't say I wasn't hurt. Afterall, he was my childhood friend before she popped into the picture and I was all forgotten.

I smiled sadly, still in this marriage because of the child in my womb, my daughter.

Aria.

She is my joy and light, she gave me the hope to continue living though I fought against it.

I couldn't stop it, very soon, my shoulders were trembling and I was crying. My face was stained by the tear droplets that strolled down my face and dropped on my lips.

I sniffled it in, I picked up my phone and looked for the best divorce attorney.

I grabbed that car keys and left immediately after that without waiting for a single second. I burst into the man's office and we had some talk about my marriage and I gave him several reasons I considered divorce.

It turns out he knew, branded as the side chick but I turned out to be the main chick.

I told him I wanted a chunk of his fortune for my child, he agreed with me and prepared the divorce papers.

I left his office feeling victorious and little shade of happiness.

I returned back to the empty house, laying on the hollow bed and drifting off to sleep.

The next day, I was set with a plan of my activities and it just had to do with a little picnic and taking my divorce papers for a little safe keeping.

The sun was set high in the sky, it was the perfect time for a picnic. I laid out everything and laid down there as I munched on the snacks, looked at the children, who ran around with their parents chasing after them.

There was a kick, she kicked.

I felt a sense of melancholy, consumed by guilt that I couldn't give her this.

I stood up and I left there immediately, driving with haste to the attorney's office.

I stayed in the car for a while, taking in some air and speaking to myself until I was ready to go in.

I flew in without no words and ran back out, the tears started dropping before I got into my car.

I gripped the wheels, my feeling going haywire and I was about to scream.. shriek and pluck my hair out.

I couldn't bear this thought, something in me pressured me to let the child go.

“ Kill it.”

“Kill it.”

The voice continued chanting, I kicked it out of my mind, placing a fake calmness and driving home for some rest.

I placed the blame on stress. I was sure it wasn't that.. I couldn't say it was heartbreak.

I was almost home, I pulled open the door and walked in. The first thing I noticed were the two pairs of shoes that laid luxuriously there.

I ignored it, I walked up straight to my room though I could already pick out the muffled moans.

I knew what was happening, my heart grew cold. I picked out my phone in my pocket, started filming, and I opened the door slowly.

There they were.. stuck together and him plummeting into her wet p***y with low grunts on…

Our matrimonial bed.

I smiled coldly, turning to leave.

I dropped the divorce letter on the table, it was already signed and I was sure he would be over the moons.

Just as I was about to step out of the door, a tearing pain kicked in.. it was my stomach…

My water!

I fell to the floor, whimpering and crying for help and very soon..

I was shrieking and rolling on the floor from pain.

“ Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh.”