CHASING MY EX-WIFE

Arabella's POVEffortlessly, the liquid leaves my bladder. With closed eyes, my heart hammers wildly within my ribcage anxiously.For no reason, I don't want to do this anymore. For a moment, I begin to think of the very step to take as soon as this is confirmed.Should I still go ahead with it? Ignorance, they say, is bliss. What if he doesn't want a child now?Realizing I have been staring at my urine for more than a minute, I summon up enough courage as I grab the container and dip the absorbent tip of the PT test strip before counting from 1 to 10 and then recapping it.With trembling hands, I place the strip on the flat counter while fidgeting with my hands and watching the timer on my phone.In five minutes, I would know my fate. In five minutes, I would have to choose.In five minutes, I would have to know whether to see him tonight or not.In five minutes, my world would either change or remain the same.I shut my eyes, clamp my hands together and stamp my feet impatiently o

Richard's POVMy arms tremble, shaking with the willpower not to break down. I sniffle hoping it will at least grant me the strength to get the hell out of here.Forcing my head up, I use the seatbelt and ignite the car engine into action. I noticed my hands are still trembling.For a second, I consider calling a cab to come pick me up instead of driving so I won't end up driving into a pole as a result of this shock but I can't wait here.I drive out immediately.The more seconds I spend here the more risk. I might end up doing something rash like storming back into that apartment and breaking Jake's jaws.Not only that. The things I want to do to Eve includes slapping her face severally till she begs me for forgiveness.The thought of her cheating all along causes me nothing but aches. To think I thought she was worth it all. She isn't.This means she had been sleeping with that traitor all along. No wonder he came back from God knows where just a few days ago. Who knows if they we

Richard's POVRadiant in a champagne-coloured dinner gown with tiny diamonds nearly arranged around her neck region, she looked different from the woman I know.The look in her eyes.The way she spoke earlier.And the pretentious smile on her face is all enough to make me argue back and forth that this isn't Arabel but someone else.However, the anger I saw etched deep in her eyes. The way she dragged that cute little girl away while stamping her feet towards the exit was enough proof that it was indeed her.My ex-wife.The same woman I have been looking for since she left the night I suggested a divorce.I never knew she was going to take it the bad way. I thought it was a mutual feeling and agreement for us to depart as soon as Eve was back.At the thought of Eve, my chest contracts painfully as memories of her betrayal reel back in. I shut my eyes and shake it.My life hasn't remained the same. The very moment these two women left; Eve and Arabel.“Our meeting was supposed to be sc

Richard's POVMy curiosity had me searching for every tiniest bit of information about Bella Portillo and so far, I haven't been able to conclude if she is indeed my ex-wife or someone else.She started Eagles Home online three years ago while in the University with no employee but herself and now, she has several employees and two different branches in London and Norway.The new branch in New York would make it the third.“Mr Portillo?” The guy beside her turns to her in confusion, his anger from early on slowly dissolving.She shifts uncomfortably before grabbing his hands and flashing me one of her joyless smiles. “Good day to you too, Mr. Giodano.”I nod at her with a smile, impressed by her acting skills. Whenever she is around me, I am fully convinced she is Arabel. The clumsy side of her is still present. The way she avoids eye contact with me and the way she looks mad for a second and good another second makes it all the more plausible.Aside from that, this guy is obviously n

Richard's POVChallenge is what I take Arabel's denial as and I am not one to shy away from challenges.I'm just trying to get an understanding of where she is coming from and what she stands to gain from all of this. Being mad is ok and expected but having to pretend is totally out of it.I can't deny the fact that I was upset when she denied it again. It thought it was finally time for her to come clean. I was ready to go on my knees and plead with her for forgiveness. I was ready to get yelled at, slapped in the face and hit in the chest.She didn't do any of that. Instead, she said to my face that she wasn't Arabel but Bella.Shooting to my feet and grabbing my phone, I move to the window searching for a name. As soon as I see it, I dial the number and place the phone on my right ear, my left hand in my pants pocket.He picks at the second ring. “Hi, boss.”“Where are you?” I demand immediately just in time to see Arabel out glancing around, probably to see if her husband is still