Hired Nanny

"Mrs. Salvio, I'm pregnant with your husband's child," said the girl in her twenties while scratching her bulging belly. She must be another mistress of my husband. Looking at her stance, she must be favored by him very much. I know my husband's derailment behind my back so I can't be more surprised if someone came to me claiming to be his mistress. It's just that my husband has been very careful not to make his mistresses pregnant to avoid confrontation and he still needs me or preferably my name to make a comeback in the industry. But now he seems to fail and be calculated. Did he give up the resources I could bring into his company? I don't know. I only know that this is my chance to break free from this toxic marriage. "oh? Another mistress? From what number are you?" I said mocking at her proud expression that turns crumpled. "Hmph! Continue to be proud, sooner or later I will drag you down from your throne," she said."Just a hen that cannot lay an egg, what are you proud of?" She muttered. She's right. From the 2 years of our marriage my belly still not moving. We always work harder to have a child on our own but we still didn't get any results. "Maybe you should care first how to face the fury of my husband for ruining his good deeds. I bet you just make your own initiative to come at me," I smirked and turned my back on her. I didn't wait for her to retort back and already walking my way to my car. I started the engine, and in my periphery view, I saw her muttering in fury. I smiled at her and drive my car away. I'm on the highway. Big drops of tears gushed out from my red eyes. No matter how much I hypnotized myself that I don't care about him it still hurts. Just like the moment I knew that his having a woman behind my back. I cried until I can't cry anymore. I thought I would never cry again but I underestimate myself. The long traffic helps me to vent my emotion. My emotion calms down as I arrive at our house. I parked the car in the garage and enter the house. "Honey your home? Are you busy? You arrive a little late," my husband Pete called and make his way over to mine and gives me a welcoming kiss. I balled my fist. Trying to restrain my impulse and give him a hand. I want to cry for being wrong but I have no tears to cry. I can only swallow my fury and accept his warm welcome. If I didn't know what he do behind my back I might appreciate and say that he was a loving husband. I can't undo what I've known. I can only hope that the process of filing the divorce would be faster so that I can remove the shackles that I'm bound to. "I met some nuisance people on the way. By the way, I'm going home. Dad called me to keep my mom company while he was on a business trip," I lied. My dad didn't call me. There is no such business trip. I just want to stay away from him. Or I might spill the beans that I've known. I still have to collect the evidence as proof of his derailment so that I can use it as evidence when we divorce, soon. "What? Honey how about you just call your younger sibling? Let him accompany your mom," he coaxed. "hmm. No. My brother is in burning his eyebrows for their final exam. I can't bother him. I might as well go and accompany my mom, it's been a long time since we have a time together," I said declining his suggestion. "But I cooked your favorite meals. I planned to have a candlelight dinner with you tonight," he said acting coquettishly. "I'm sorry hon. I'm saying no to this time," I said and freed myself in his embrace. I hurriedly walked over to our bedroom and get some important files. "Goodbye, hon!" I shouted and ran to my car. I can wait for a second to stay away from him. Being in the same place and having the same air to breathe at him can't calm my fury. I better avoid him myself. A thirty minutes drive I arrive at our old home. The guard knew at glace that I own the car so he open the gate immediately. I tossed him the key of my car and trotted inside the house. I notice the group of servants busy with their work. An elderly servant came to my side with an enthusiastic expression on her face. "Good evening, ma'am Querty. What brings you here?" she asked. She is Aunt Melba the old housekeeper. "Aunt Melba, where's dad and mom?" I asked. "They're in having dinner," she said while keeping up at my pace. I heard their joyful laughter as I was near in their direction. I smiled thinking of how loving they are at their age. "Ma'am, Sir. Ma'am Querty has arrived," aunt Melba said announcing my arrival. As if they have both reached into a tacit understanding, they both looked in my direction. "Querty, darling!" my mom said in surprise. "Have you eaten? just join us in having a meal." "mom," I said and move closer to her. I was enveloped in her warm embrace. I can't help but tighten my hug at her. "Darling," my dad said and I move into his embrace."It's been a long time since I saw you." "Bring another clean set of dining utensils," my mom prompted as she gestured to me to take a seat beside her. A pair of servants came with the plates and utensils not long after. "What brings you here darling?" Dad asked. I remained silent not wanting to answer his question. "Dad! Just eat Querty. Don't mind your dad," mom said and she scoop another spoonful of food into my plate. "Thank you, mom." I said gratefully. I really don't know how to start or might as well just forget it.