MY EX WANTS ME BACK

Chapter 5

Lucinda's POV

“Sorry, my account manager will send some money to your account.” He said.

“Sorry, for what precisely?” I demanded, my voice trembling. “For the years we wasted, the years I abandoned my own life for you? Or for drawing me out of my shell, only to crush me?”

I struggled to hold back tears, but my voice cracked. “Michael, I loved you with every fiber of my being. Your pain was mine, your happiness was mine. I breathed for you, I didn't realize I was becoming a shadow of myself.” I paused, fighting to compose myself. “Four years, Michael. Four years of my life, and this is how it ends?” I sniffed and threw the envelope on the floor. “I can't do it, I won't fold my hands and watch you destroy my life.”

“I understand your pain but whatever I am doing is for our good,” Micheal responded in a firm voice.

“Understand?” I asked, my brows furrowing in frustration. “You f*****g don't understand. If you do, you won't be sleeping with my best friend.” I exclaimed, my voice rising. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down, but calmness eluded me. I swiftly ran upstairs to pour my heart out, but even the familiar comfort of my room evaded me. The house once filled with cherished moments, has now become my nightmare.

One part of me is ready to let go of this but where do I go? Where do I start my life from? I have nothing to hold on to, my family will never accept me. What did I do to Micheal that is unforgivable that he decided to give me a punishment worse than death? The door to my room opened, and I turned and met the devil herself.

“Hmm, you ought to be packing your things, but I can see you are adamant about not leaving Micheal.” She said, closing the door. I Ignored her presence and focused my gaze on something else. I have questions to ask her but I feel too weak to make a sentence right now.

“Crying and thinking won't bring back Micheal.” She said, in a mocking tone as she sat on the sofa in the room.

“How did you do it?” I managed to ask my tone and facial expression void of emotions.

“I am not here to answer how or why I did it but rather to tell you to quit this stubborn attitude of yours and sign the paper.” She said,

“In your dreams,” I replied, rolling my eyes.

“I didn't want to do this but you made me. Lucy you either sign the paper or you leave me no option than to tell Micheal and the media the secret you hide since six years ago.” She said and I swiftly turned to look at her, to be sure it was my f*****g best friend that pushed me to commit the same sin she is threatening me. The one that promised to keep it to death.

“You know that won't be good for both you and Micheal. I will give you some minutes to think about it.” She said with a smile on her face as she placed the brown envelope on the table. Just when she was about to leave, Micheal came in looking worried but instantly became relaxed seeing Daisy.

“You got me worried when I didn't see you in the room.” He said, placing a kiss on her lips and she immediately responded.

“Micheal, can I ask you a question?” I said, getting them both attention. He nodded his head softly. “Did you ever love? Was what we share genuine?” I asked, my heart beating very fast as I waited for his response.

“No, I never did.” He said in a bold tone, leaving a gaping wound in my heart. This was all I needed to know to move on. I can't fight for what wasn't mine in the first place. I struggled to stand up and walked to the table, I brought out the divorce paper from the envelope. I can't believe the fate I had tried avoiding six years ago is happening now.

With shaky hands, I took the pen and signed it, tears dripping on the paper.

“Happy?” I whispered with a bitter smile across my face. I didn't need a soothsayer to tell me that I wasn't needed here. I walked out of the room and left the house. I didn't know where to go or how to survive, but it was better than that place I called home.

Suddenly, my head was beginning to feel heavy; my vision seemed to move in a circular motion. What is happening to me? This is the wrong timing. In the middle of nowhere and the darkest hour of the night? f**k I shouldn't have let my anger take the best part of me. I should have slept at home and moved the next day.

I tried taking another step, and Instantly, my vision became blurry, my legs couldn't support my body, and I found myself falling, embracing the darkness.

*****

“I think she's beginning to gain consciousness,” A faint voice echoed through the air.

As I struggled to regain consciousness, I slowly lifted my eyelids, wincing in discomfort. The harsh light in the room pierced my eyes like a dagger, forcing me to squint.

“You need to rest.” The doctor said in a calm sweet tone. “You are lucky a good samaritan brought you just in time. What you are experiencing is normal, considering your condition.” The doctor asked, checking my vitals.

“What do you mean by my condition?” I asked and she gave me a puzzled look.

“Your pregnancy I mean.” She announced, I looked at her, my brain taking in her words slowly but I couldn't. My brain wasn't accepting it; tears escaped down my face as I placed my palm on my stomach; it didn't feel real. I never expected that I would ever hear such news. I can't wait to tell Micheal about this, then realization hit me that we are no longer together.

I couldn't help but think of what will become of my child’s fate. Right now I don't know if I should be happy or guilty for bringing a child to my messed up life.

“Ma’am are you okay.” The doctor asked tapping me softly. All I could do was nod. “Okay, your scan results are here, you have a lot of medical complications due to stress endangering your pregnancy. I’m afraid the baby might not survive.” She said.

I felt my soul left my body, this can't be happening. Haven't I paid for the sins committed six years ago? Why this?