MY BABY DADDY WANTS US BACK

CHAPTER ONE “Babe, Lucas, I am home from the dress shop. I even got pranked.” I said with excitement as I dropped the gown on the sofa. The door was unlocked when I walked in, and it had a pair of ladies’ shoes just before the stairs. “Oh, you are terrific. How dare she cheat on a perfectly healthy man like you?” I heard the slow and passionate sounds and voices coming from my bedroom. My thoughts switched from being excited about my wedding to the fear that my husband might be cheating on me. But that’s not possible. As I walked up the stairs, the sounds got more precise, and my heart pounded loudly. “That’s my mum.” I quieted, my hands shaking before they moved against the railing as I tried to think of other scenarios. Maybe the television turned up to the loudest. But if they were to discuss? It should be about the wedding and nothing else, right? I was not bringing up the past. My past. “Babe, that movie might be too loud and racy for Theodore, don’t you know?” I said out loud with a bright smile to hide the brewing tears that gathered under my eyelids while trying not to think of the worst scenarios. I gulped while taking slow steps. My son was in the playroom with his nanny in the east wing so that the noises wouldn't be heard, but I knew what had happened or what was happening. ‘Babe- What movie is that?” I walked into my room, and I gasped. They were naked. Butt ass naked. They had their lips intertwined with one another, and This wasn’t what I expected. Not from them. My Mother… “Mum! How could you?” I yelled, my voice quivering. Speedily, I pushed the door closed as I knew what this meant, and I needed my home and marriage shielded from the disgrace. “Shut up, Isla! you did worse?” He- he yelled back. He didn’t scream two years ago, and he didn’t cry when I hurt him. And now he was defending my mother. My heart was bleeding as tears rolled down my cheeks. “You went too far, and You said you have forgiven me. Y—You said you loved me. You promised, and we are getting married tomorrow. You both should—“ I yelled aloud, holding onto my chest as I did. I was taken aback. The emotions that I bottled all came rushing back. “You are silly- You cheated and got pregnant, and yet you thought he would be gullible.” Mother threw forward, accompanied by a scoff. “Mum! How could you?” “You thought that he would marry you? You cheated, And he accepted you, but you thought he would marry you just like that?” She scoffed as she slid out of bed. “Marriage is supposed to be sweet and beautiful, but yours will be hell.” Wearing her dress, she leaned in and kissed him, and all I could do was stand there and watch. Pain crawled up my skin and spread its claws. “Lucas, I thought we have moved past this.” My voice quivered as I crawled over to him, my hands wrapped around his leg. This was my fault—a punishment for my doings. I had messed up the good man, and I was the one left to blame. “Listen, I forgive you. I know it was impulsive and a mistake, but we can move past this.” I continued, but he didn’t budge. “Funny, get up and clean the bed. Your mother and I made a mess.” I shook a little, more tears running down. His laugh resounded through the room before he kicked me away, walking away. “Let’s go through with the wedding. Let’s do this and work things out,” I pleaded, more tears finding their way out instead of words. “You are a fool to believe I will allow myself to be embarrassed by you. I wanted to stand you at the altar, but you aren’t worth it. I wanted to make this public and have your name all over the internet. Even the tapes and several confessions- I have it already. So, Isla, It’s over, and I will keep hurting you till the day I die. Mark my words. I have a suit fitting to get, too, because whether you like it or not, you are stuck with me. Happy married life.” With this, he strolled out, slamming the door heavily. My breathing became unstable, and I panted. It was a panic attack, the same one that happened years ago. I staggered as I made my way to the bathroom and clutched onto my shirt, but it did nothing to soothe the pain I felt deep down. The images of them flashed through my mind again. I let the water fall on my porcelain skin, a mixture of pain and guilt. It felt like salt on my burnt injury, a reminder of what I had done and what I had lost. A husband and a mother, no amount of begging or words would ever change or make up for the fact that he meant those words that he said. I begged him that night, and the nights after that, he never uttered a word. He just ignored us, and we moved on, at least not until Theodore, And it worsened. As my tears fell, my heart shattered. He treated me like his prized possession, and on other days, I would be nothing but a speck of dirt, and it went on and on. The good days overshadowed the bad, and I learned to live with it. I deserved how he chose to punish me because I did this; I made him the way he became, and I have no one to blame but me. As I headed out of the bathroom, the fear of him coming in with another woman consumed my mind, and I knew I couldn’t stay here, not like this. I can’t endure any of this. It would be death. I would be killing myself and my son. I let my palm run over my face, then reached out to my box, my traveling box, taking everything I could lay my hand on. I never planned anything, so I arranged my clothes in the wardrobe. Ensuring that was all, I zipped in and headed out of the room, taking a last glance at what should have been my room, and now it contained nothing but pain. “Where is Theodore?” I burst the door open as I got to his room. “He is right here, ma’am.” The split second that she took in replying made my heart sink. I wondered if my mum had taken him away from me or if he was asleep. My mind was a mess. “Hi baby, We are going to see a friend of mine.” Tears swelled up in my eyes. My fiancée had left the house. I didn’t know how to feel, but I could only blame myself. I did this; I made my fiance this man who decided that this was the best way he could get back at me, But he forgave me. I looked at Theodore. At least he had treated Theodore well, most times. “Get a bag, pack his clothes and essentials. We are going somewhere,” I dished out to the nanny, who said nothing as she did as ordered. Sighing, I pulled out my phone and dialed my best friend’s number. “Daniel, Are you at home? Can we come?” I said with my hands-free. He laughed. But I was silent. “Oh, come on, how was the dress? Did it show your curves?” He noticed the silence. “Will it be a while? What about the wedding?” He asked with sincerity, and I knew him so well. “Daniel, we are coming. Please prepare us.” I ignored his question as I grabbed my son's tiny hand, his innocent eyes reflecting confusion as I rushed out of the house, leaving behind the shattered remnants of my once-anticipated wedding. The weight of betrayal hangs heavy in the air. In the car, the engine's hum is a dull background noise to the chaos in my mind. I dial his number, desperation seeping into my voice as I navigate the winding roads away from the painful scene I've just witnessed. "Daniel, I... I can't believe it. I found them together and—" I stammered, my eyes welling with tears as I tried to stay sane. “f**k! Where are you, Isla? I will book you both tickets now. You are leaving that forsaken place!” He informed, his tone laced with annoyance. “Just hang in there.” With this, the line went dead. The road stretched ahead, and as the city lights faded into the distance, my mind was a whirlwind of emotions as I grabbed the wheel firmly. I glanced at my son, his innocent gaze a reminder of my responsibility in shaping his world. The seatbelt didn’t change from the position I placed it in, and I kept checking. I feel a mix of gratitude and pain. The weight of past mistakes presses on me, amplifying the betrayal I've just witnessed. My grip tightens on the steering wheel as if it could anchor me in this turbulent moment. "It's okay, sweetheart," I managed a weak smile, my voice breaking. "We're going on an adventure, just you and me."