Chapter Three
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"Oh, my goodness!" I jumped off the bed, my heart racing like a jackrabbit.
"What is it?" With a husky voice, Ice stirred on the bed.
"It is Chris!" I said, as I threw my phone on the couch and dashed into the bathroom to wash my face.
"In my house?" She yelled loudly.
"Would have been much better," I said, slipping my face under the running shower and scrubbing it quickly but gently as the warm water cascaded down my cheeks.
"Then what?"
"Did he cause you nightmares?"
"He is in front of my house," I said as I turned off the shower and exited the bathroom.
"Do not be ridiculous," she said, stretching on the bed.
I threw my phone on the bed, the screen flashing with Chris' message.
"There," I said.
"You can see for yourself."
I took my blue dress, white purse, and white shoes and stuffed them into a shopping bag.
"How did he know where you lived?" She asked, sitting up on the bed, her gaze fixed on the screen of my phone.
"Girl… I have no idea," I took the car key from the table.
"Are you leaving already?"
"Of course. "I do not want Chris to get out of hand," I said, reaching out my hand to her.
"Just make sure you do not divorce Bill," she said, handing me the phone.
"I will try not to. After all, he still pays for Grandpa's oxygen therapy," I said, patting my wet face dry with my towel.
"I thought he was fully recovered?" She inquired as I approached the door with my shopping bag, phone, and car key.
"Not yet," I said, and she responded with a nod.
"Thank you for putting me to bed last night," I said, smiling.
I pulled open the door and said, "I will return your nightgown tomorrow."
"Take care of yourself," she said as she lay down on the bed, bringing the duvet up to her neck.
"See you later," I said as I dashed out the door, banging it shut.
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It was a silent ride from Ice's house to my matrimonial residence. However, I lost count of how many times I glanced at the car's digital clock.
As I parked and slid out of the car, Mr. Frank's familiar voice said, "Welcome, Ma'am."
"Thanks, Mr. Frank," I said, my eyes scanning the surroundings for any traces of Chris, but there were none.
I wanted to ask Mr. Frank if he had seen anyone like Chris, but I ignored the thought and dashed into the house.
"And from where is she coming?" Bianca's voice echoed from the stairs, her icy gaze piercing through me.
"None of your business," I replied, heading for the stairs.
"You dare talk back to me?" She stood in front of me with her eyes narrowed.
"Get out of my way, Bianca," I said barely above a whisper.
"I will not. Do your worst, dear sister," she said, leaning in to my face.
"Do you have any shame?" she inquired, her floral perfume wafting into my nostrils as we locked gazes.
"I do not have time for this," I said as I attempted to walk past her, but she stopped me with her hands on her waist.
"Why are you dressed in a nightgown?" She asked, her eyes sweeping over me. "It does not even look like yours."
"Bianca!" I called out, attempting to calm my nerves.
"Who is that crazy dog, yelling in my house?" Bill yelled as he descended the stairs, his steps echoing.
Bianca sat on the stairs, clutching her belly, as soon as we heard Bill speak.
"Bill!" She sobbed, her face twisted in pretended agony.
"What is it?" He hastened his pace towards us.
"She hit my belly," her accusation cut through the air like a knife, but I was used to her exaggerations.
I hissed and attempted to walk away, but Bill grabbed my elbow and held it firmly.
"Why did you hit her?" His brow furrowed.
"How could I have hit her with my hands full?" I inquired, holding out the bag and car key to him.
His grip relaxed, and I rolled my eyes at him.
"Apologize to her," he demanded, his eyes fixed on mine.
"She almost killed your baby, and you only want an apology?" Bianca's eyes narrowed.
"I did not touch you!" I screamed out.
"July!" he yelled.
"Apologize to her."
"I do not need an apology," Bianca yelled. "I need her out of our lives," she said, looking at him through her lashes.
"I want you to divorce her!" She exclaimed. My jaw dropped as her firm voice pierced the air.
"Darling," Bill squatted down close to her. "Remember that your flight is in less than two hours," he said while rubbing her lower back.
"But I assure you that I will divorce her before you return next week."
"Seriously?" Finally, I found my tongue.
"No… I need it done today or you will never see me or your baby again," Bianca said, standing up and pulling her box out of the house.
"Darling, please wait!" He called out, but she slammed the door shut.
"See what you have done," his eyes glared at me.
"I did nothing," I replied, spreading my arms.
"Shut up," his jaws tightened as his slap threw me to the stairs, pain exploding in my cheeks. The car key and bag slipped from my grasp as I clutched my cheeks in pain.
"You have been unable to give me a child for the past two years," he said, holding out two fingers to me before turning away and walking down the stairs.
"Now that your younger sister consented to bear my child, you will not let her be. What sort of wickedness is that?"
"You impregnated my sister, and you feel no remorse? You are evil, Bill!" I yelled.
"Evil, you say?" He paused in his tracks.
"Pack your bags, I am done with this marriage!"
"Please, I did not mean to say it that way," I hurriedly approached him and kneeled.
"I cannot afford my grandfather's medical bills. "I also can not afford my melanoma medications," I begged, tears streaming down my cheeks.
"Oops! Someone now needs this evil man," he said, smirking.
"I will apologize to Bianca," I said, counting my fingers as I spoke.
"I will wash the cars and dishes, mop the house twice a day, cook, and do laundry..."
"Enough," he commanded, raising his hand in the air.
"If Bianca forgives you, we will not divorce. But if she doesn't, I am not sorry…"
A double knock came on the door, and our gazes shifted.
My heart raced as Chris' name rang through my head like a warning bell.
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