Barren Heiress Returns With Quadruplet

Zeke’s POV

As I descended the stairs, my eyes fell on the venomous snake sitted in my living room, eating snacks from my pantry.

“What the hell do you think you are doing?” I asked coldly. I hated being disrespected and being lied to. This woman had done worse.

“Oh Zeke, I was a bit hungry so I had to eat something.” Ellen replied. Staring at her all I could think of was a thousand ways to make her life miserable.

“You know how it works right? Mother and..”

“Shut the fuck up and take your crappy story elsewhere.” I interrupted her from speaking more gibberish.

She laughed. “You do not believe me, don’t you?”

I squeezed my eyes shut in frustration.

Why was this damn woman pushing her luck?

“Ellen I have a lot on my mind right now and would thank the universe if they can just make you go away.” I replied. Ellen’s presence was disturbing. I couldn’t think about Kamille the way I wanted to. Ellen just keeps reminding me of why I may never get Kamille’s forgiveness and now she comes bearing pregnancy tales. Anger surged through me.

“Now I believe you would not like to be reminded of what I am capable of if you think you can fucking lie to me AGAIN!” I barked hoping the message hit how I wanted it to.

Did it? Or she wasn’t lying.

“Here are the pregnancy test result sheets. If you want more proof, then we can run a paternity test after the child is born.” Ellen replied stretching forth the papers in her hands.

I stood there not moving for a second, then I took hold of the papers from her. My eyes skimmed over the test result.

How can this be? I only slept with her just one damn time! The agitation and frustration began to bubble.

How about Kamille? If I really am the father of her children, then I might as well be the Father of Ellen’s child. My thoughts grew wilder.

Ellen seeing I was lost in thought, left the sofa and came over to where I was standing. She leaned into my chest and began stroking my neck. “You know how much I have always loved you right? This baby is proof of the love we share Zeke. I know we maybe divorced at the moment, but I believe we can work things out. It might be hard but we need to do this for our child.” She said calmly with pleading eyes.

Scoffs. Same old sly and cunning bitch.

I threw the result papers to the floor and pushed her filthy hands away from me. “Do you think you can use the child in your womb to sneak your way into my life?” I asked in anger.

I did not wait for her response and added, “I will take responsibility for the child, give money, child support, my last name, anything that the child needs, I will provide. But that sham of a marriage between you and I ended a long time ago and nothing will change that. Not even the child in your womb.”

I saw the shock in Ellen’s face as her grey eyes seemed darker in shade. Her face was squashed by the terror in my words. “What have I done to deserve all this hate Zeke?” She cried.

“Those tears do not suit your cunny self. It is boring to watch.” I said in disgust.

“I should have known.” She laughed. ” You are willing to hurt this innocent baby just because of that barren and dead woman!”

Tsk. She was becoming too noisy.

“What are you talking about?” I asked moving farther away from her. I leaned into the wall close to the door.

“Zeke do you know how our child will be looked down upon by society just because we are not together? Do you know the emotional trauma that child will have to battle with? I can take it if you love another person after we divorced, but I did not think you would leave your heart at the gates of hell for a woman long dead!” She screamed. Her eyes were swollen from her crying.

Great performance indeed.

She was not done with the lamenting, “Now thinking about it, I wonder if you ever loved me. You just used me as compensation for Kamille’s barrenness!” I squinted my eyes at her words. “Did that hit a nerve?” She laughed maliciously.

What did I ever see in this crazy woman?

“Why do you hate me so much over a dead woman?” She asked more soberly.

I was about to respond that Kamille was very much alive but I remembered the promise I made to her.

I gritted my teeth in anger.

“Do you know how much pain, hurt and shame you have put me through?” I asked her when her sobbing became more unpleasant to hear. She looked up at me.

“You deceived me into thinking that Kamille was the problem when all she ever did was love me unconditionally. You poisoned my mind against her and lured me into making the worst decision of my life which was marrying you! Had I not been so foolish to believe all your lies, I would have still been married to her!” I barked venting a bit of my frustration on Ellen.

She’d be dead if I vented ALL my anger on her.

Turning a blind eye to the river of tears streaming down her cheeks I did the only thing that could keep me from strangling her neck; I took a few steps towards the door and pressed the buzzer. Andrew arrived in seconds.

“Escort Miss. Manor out.” I ordered. I pulled out the only thing I had left of my marriage with her and threw it at her feet. “Leave and never return.”

Ellen stared at the gold ring as though she were in a trance. Just as I made to leave, she came at me again with more ferocity. “You can’t do that to me!” She yelled. “What of this baby? You can’t fucking do that to us?” She kept screaming. I signalled to Andrew who came in with a guard.

“I am sorry ma’am but you have to leave now.” Andrew said and together with the guard, they ripped her off me.

“Let me go! Take your filthy hands off me.” She yelled at them but her screams were in vain until she said, “I know my fucking way out!” They lessened their hold.

She took a few seconds to compose herself. “I hope you will not regret this.” She said. I did not have the strength to respond to her.

Like I actually cared.

Disappointed and hurt, she reluctantly walked out the door and so did Andrew and the guard. I sighed.

I went up to my study. As I slumped into the velvety seat, I felt tired.

How on earth did Ellen get pregnant?

Last thing I needed was Ellen causing trouble now I was trying to earn Kamille’s forgiveness. But Kamille already had kids for another man. I squeezed my eyes shut.

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My mood was sour and down. It needed uplifting. I stood up, picked up my car keys and left.

I arrived the club house in no time. I went through the VIP entrance. I hated the crampy smell on the main floor, plus too many people. I walked into the bar.

Nearing the table I loved to sit, I saw a lady sitted alone. Her head was bent, allowing her bright chestnut brown hair fall over her face. A feeling gripped at my heart. She feels familiar. My heart began racing and just then she raised her head and downed the drink in front of her. Sadness engulfed her eyes.

I froze.

What kind of game was the universe playing on me?