CHAPTER THREE: THE MISCARRIAGE.
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Easton slammed the door open.
Isabella, so shocked, quickly dropped the cup of tea she was holding. It shattered to pieces on the floor.
He marched towards her like he was going to eat her up.
"Miss Pretender, you're really good at pretending, aren't you? His voice was very low but very dangerous.
"Easton, what, what did I do again?" she stammered, backing away.
"So, you have the boldness to ask me this question? Don't insult my intelligence" He quickly grabbed her so hard and turned it.
"I haven't done anything to you. Why did you hate me this much? If you hated me, you shouldn't have asked me to marry you" Isabella cried out
"Shut up!" he barked. "You really thought you could play the saint forever, huh? Prostitute!"
She froze. The word slapped harder than he had done before.
"What...what did you just call me?"
"You heard loud and clear. Do you think I can't find out? You stink, Isabella. I can't wait for you to leave this house"
"That's not true! Who's feeding you with all these? she cried.
"Oh, now you're concerned to know who told me. Nothing is hidden under the sun."
"This is a lie. Whoever told you this wants to tarnish my reputation"
"Reputation? You don't even have any. So, you admit someone told me."
Silence.
He immediately tightened his grip on her wrist.
"You disgust me. All this while, I thought you were just poor but didn't know you were also filthy."
"Easton, please... I'm innocent" she begged.
He flung her arm away like it was trash.
From that moment, everything got worse.
He refused to eat anything prepared by Isabella. Chased her out of his room to a different room. And when he got angry, he took it out on her body.
While all these were going on, Isabella discovered she was pregnant but decided to hide it from Easton till further notice.
One evening, Isabella prepared a sumptuous meal and decided to keep it for Easton. He came back so late that night.
Unbeknownst to Isabella, Easton made some losses and had a very bad day.
"My husband, you're back home. I made your favorite food. Quickly freshen up and come and eat.
Easton ignored her and went straight to the kitchen to make something for himself.
"But, I said I made you your favorite, and it's still very...
Before Isabella could finish what she was saying, Easton gave her a very hot slap and kicked her on her stomach.
"I've warned you not to prepare any food for me with your filthy hands, but you always pay deaf ears to instructions," he barked and continued what he was doing.
Isabella fell on the floor and lay there unconscious.
"Madam, you can't trick me to carry you up. You can be there all you care" Easton snapped.
Isabella lay there for a few minutes without moving her body. Easton was watching her with one eye while he used the other to cook.
Fear gripped him when he saw Isabella was not standing.
As he bent to touch her to know why she was not standing, just then, Isabella opened her eyes with tears streaming down her eyes.
She tried standing up but fell back to the floor again. After several attempts, she managed and stood up.
She bent to pick up her phone when she saw something that almost made her lose her mind.
"My God! Blood oh... This is blood. Easton, what have you done?" she screamed so loudly.
Easton heard her shout and turned to know the reason for the shout. What he also saw shocked him.
Isabella was bleeding profusely.
"Easton, this is your seed that you kicked out of my womb out of anger and hatred towards me. I've been pregnant with your child, Easton. Easton, why did you do this? She sobbed uncontrollably, bending down to touch the blood well.
One thing about Easton is that no matter how tough he looks and behaves, he has the human part of him.
Easton didn't know what to do.
Was Isabella pregnant, and she didn't inform me?' he thought aloud.
He immediately regretted kicking her and was surprised tears were leaving him gently. The whole thing left him emotional.
He ran outside so that Isabella wouldn't see him in that state. He wiped the tears in his eyes and came in again. Isabella was still bleeding.
He quickly called his doctor.
"Doc, please there's an emergency in my house right now. I need you to be here in a few minutes to save a life"
"I'll be there in a jiffy" the voice from the other end echoed.
The fact that he has not been talking to Isabella for some time made him not know what to do. He had not broken the way he was seeing Isabella in deep pain.
Just then, the doctor arrived with the ambulance. The doctor saw Isabella in such a terrible state and scolded Easton in front of her not minding he's a celebrity.
"Oh! My goodness. Mr Easton, you did this to your wife? You did this and found it difficult to call immediately. Your call came in so late and that's so uncalled for. If you didn't call now, you would have lost her and the baby. Whatever that made your heart towards this young woman should be sorted out because you really hate her."
The doctor, with his nurse, cleaned her up and carried her to the hospital.
Easton felt so bad and the last words of the doctor kept reverberating in his mind.
"Whatever made your heart towards this young lady this way should be sorted out because it shows that you hate her."
At a point, Easton pushed himself to know if he actually was the one acting this way towards Isabella.
He quickly called his friend, Francis.
"Franco(like he fondly calls him), can we see now. I'm in a serious mess right now" he requested, his voice barely a whisper.
"Serious mess? Did you kill somebody or impregnate somebody? The voice from the other end replied.
"This is no joke, Franco. This is a few minutes past 12. Can you come to my place now? He said this time his voice very low.
"Okay, my friend. I can do anything for you, but right now I can't come out. First thing tomorrow morning, I'll be at your place.
Easton heaved a deep sigh of relief.
“Thank you so much, brotherly.” He quickly hung up.
The doctor’s last words echoed again in his mind.
“How is my heart towards Isabella and how can I fix it”
Easton pondered.
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