001 Long Awaited By Him

Scarlett’s POV

My periods were never accurate, but still, I should have known.

Nausea, tiredness, change of taste…You’d think it would be obvious, but you never know until afterward how many signs you missed.NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

Just like how I have been missing the signs shouting at me that the man I was married to would never love me back no matter how hard I try.

I came to the health screening thinking, what’s the worst that could happen? If it were cancer, I could handle it. But this I couldn’t handle.

A baby.

The best thing coming at the worst time.

I don’t know when I’ll feel that powerful motherly love that I’ve heard about, but I’m sure of HIS reaction. He will hate the baby.

It might as well just turn out to be cancer. At least that would make one of us happy.

Sitting in the busy lobby of the maternity floor alone, I try to absorb the news. My efforts are in vain. My eyes suddenly water with envy of the happy, loving couples sitting around me. I have a luxury house to live in, a billionaire to call my husband, and his baby in my womb.

Yet they are the happy ones.

I would trade all of it for what they have: a man by my side who cares.

You really came at the worst time, little one. I touch my flat belly, bitterly. Why come when mama loved the wrong man? What do I do with you?

My phone rings, warning me that I can’t hide from my life forever. I stare at his name glowing on my screen, finding it hard to find my voice.

In the end I just put it to my ear, in silence. It took him a minute to realize that it went through but only a second before his shouts burst out–

“Scar, where the hell are you?!” Sebastian’s voice is grumpier than usual, “You said 9!”

I glance at my phone. 9: 07 am. That’s all the patience my dear husband can spare me. 7 minutes.

“Can we do it some other time?” I close my eyes, finding no strength to even think about our schedule, “I…I don’t feel too well today–”

I grip my purse tight. In it lie two files.

The pregnancy result and…our divorce papers. One an accident from the day, the other…long awaited. I don’t feel too good, but then again, I haven’t been for a while now. I just haven’t figured out what does the baby mean in all this.

He lets out a cold laugh. I bite my tongue, swallowing the rest of my words.

“YOU asked for the divorce, Scarlett Fuller. YOU said you would deliver that ‘damn divorce papers’ first thing today.” Sebastian mocks with an icy voice. I could see his look of disgust in my mind. I have seen it on his face for five years straight. “What did I tell you?”

I close my eyes, but somehow my tears keep leaking out.

[Don’t waste my time with this bullshit. You want a bigger allowance? That’s fine. But I don’t like being threatened.]

That’s what he said.

He thought I was throwing a tantrum with a divorce. As if that could threaten him in any way. Ever since we were married, his dearest wish has been for me to be gone.

Five years now. A wish THAT persistent deserves to be granted.

“You are right,” Frowning hard, I cut my nails deep in my palm to keep my voice steady, “Sorry I’m late. I’ll be there in 30 minutes.”

“Don’t bother,” Sebastian huffs coldly. I could hear the sound of his car starting. “Ava’s final check is today and I have to go. I can’t wait for you.”

So that was why he was in such a hurry. I got in the way of him and his beloved. Again.

That’s her what? One millionth checkup after the surgery? MY husband has been bustling between our house and the hospital over the past three months like a busy bee. But I understand why he is anxious about it.

If she were better, then they could finally be together.

“I’ll deliver it to the hospital then,” I close my eyes and hang up. He might have said no in the last second, but I don’t care anymore.

I can’t control my heart for falling for him, but I can force my legs to leave him. In time, my heart will heal. Everything will.

What did I say? I have got luxury houses and a billionaire? What a joke. I STOLE them, and even though I lowered myself to such a cheap move, they were never really mine. For five years, they have deemed me as the evil dragon that bullies, takes, and holds on to her pelf. So for five years they judge, punish, and slay.

But I’m not.

I’m just a squirrel, failing to hold onto the only nut she ever wanted.