I GOT PREGNANT TOO
1295 Words
The man who just kissed my dear husband came looking through his window for the rat that was spying on their necks.
My husband will seem curious too and also join him seconds after. For a second, I peed on myself as I became scared I might be caught. I wondered a bit what mess I had gotten myself into. “It’s a rat; maybe we should probably just leave it alone and continue making love, Myles; don’t you think?” My husband had told his supposed male lover.
“Achoo,” I sneezed. “Did you hear that, Kellerman?” My husband’s male lover asked him. “Yes, Myles, it seems like someone is out there spying on us,” my husband concluded.
I began sweating profusely all over me and panicked even more when I heard noises I suspected were footsteps from persons coming in my direction, probably the company’s security guards or staff.
“Ohhh!!What should I do?” I panicked even harder. “Hey guards, come take a look around my office, check all the windows, including the backyard too, to see if there is an unknown intruder disturbing my private meetings.” Myles, my husband and gay partner, spoke with a lot of authority and anger.
My heart flew, and immediately, I pulled on my high heels so that I could probably run. And then I threw them quietly into the trash bins, because I cannot risk leaving them out here to be found.
My husband will do a quick survey inside his stupid head and probably find out that I followed him. I ran for my life afterwards.
“Ma’am, you said your destination of alignment is Montana Street, Leicester, right?” the cab driver said, trying to confirm from me.
“Yes, dear, I quickly vomited from my chest as I looked to stay still and catch my breath properly after my little sprint out there.
And around 5 pm, the cab driver had taken me right to the doorstep of my home; predictably, I could catch more irritating air around my husband’s home, and I’m sure it would be pretty disgusting lying close to that bastard in my bed; I thought otherwise.
I went straight to my room and began crying, took off all my clothes, and flung them into my wardrobe and locked it, thinking of probably disposing of them later by myself to leave no traces behind if ever suspected.
I threw my purse on the bed and lay on my bed a minute later, pouring my heart out and still shocked at what I saw out there.
Shortly my phone rang, and I looked to recall where I kept it, as it probably had fallen on the floor after it might have bounced off the bed. I picked up the phone, and it was my husband calling.
I didn’t hesitate in throwing my phone against the wall and screaming at the top of my voice as I kept on smashing it against the wall and finally with my feet to ensure it’s totally broken and destroyed.
I sat on the floor, loosed my hairband, and began crying louder as I was boiling with anger, feeling like I could explode any minute from now. Shortly I heard knocks on my door, and it was probably one of my maids, I guessed.
“Good evening, ma’am, your husband is on the telephone and wants to speak with you right now, ma’am,” it was my chauffeur, Jackson, speaking.
“What will I do now?” I paused for a minute as I pondered. “Hold on for a second,” I said as I wiped off the tears on my face and wore nice clothes since I’m probably half naked, suffering alone with my thoughts in solitude in my room.
I cleared my throat for a second as I prepared to take the telephone and speak with my husband, pretending as if I saw nothing. I approached the door as I took the telephone from Jackson, the poor boy who had been at a standstill waiting for me to come take it from him. “Here is the telephone, ma’am,” he said before taking his leave shortly.
“Sweet Rose, Are you there? Are you on the phone?” my husband deliberated.
I took only a second to breathe in as I prepared to show no emotions through my voice as I prepared to speak with my cheating husband.
“Hello honey, good evening,” I said over the telephone while replying to him with a fake and pretentious tone. “How is your lovely trip going?” I asked in pretence too. “Yeah, it’s going great.
I was calling earlier to let you know that I will be staying for one more week to finish my work here. What happened to your cell phone that wasn't reachable?” , he said with a little curiosity.
“It’s nothing, love; it’s fine; the battery died,” I replied to him;Take as much time as you want as long as you’ll be coming safely into my arms, I replied to him sarcastically before I hung up.
I began crying again as I let the telephone fly out of my hand, looking with lots of regret at our wedding pictures and getting hold of a pair of scissors and cutting down as many as I could.
I stared at them with so much pain in me before I did so as I regretted ever marrying such a dumb and filthy billionaire husband.
The next morning I woke up feeling so dizzy and went to the toilet to pee more frequently than ever as I saw blood flowing lightly from my v****a, and I noticed earlier that I missed my period too.
“Oh my word!!I am pregnant with this bastard. I thought for a moment as I felt like this would be the beginning of the worst for me with my husband. I went to the chemist and got myself a pregnancy test strip to confirm that I’m pregnant, and indeed it was true.
I felt sick with mood swings all through the time with the feeling of regrets and bitterness burning inside of me.
FOUR DAYS LATER;
“Jackson, can you please come to my room and get it tidied?”I didn’t ask him, but I ordered him as I discharged the rest of the house servants. He obeyed dutifully, and I took off my robe, left with only a bra and pants in order to get him seduced after I told him to arrange my bed’s mattress properly.
“Ma’am, please, what are you doing?” Jackson asked, a bit confused about what I really got inside my sleeves. “You sound like Joseph a while back when he was with Potiphar’s wife,” I said as I put my body all over him as I forced him to sleep with me seductively, and I kissed him passionately and took off his clothes. He finally had let his stubborn instincts die as I needed to feel womanly again after so many years of boring s*x in my marriage; I couldn't help it anymore, my libido, my s****l urge.
My husband had left a voicemail for me stating that he had cut short his business trip and will be back into my lovely arms.
I heard the doorbell ring a while ago, and I and Jackson wondered who it might be after I had discharged all the house servants prior to today. We began hearing footsteps coming immediately in our direction, into my room, and this voice will follow after it.
“Rose, I'm home,” my husband spoke as he opened our door.
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