What If I'm Pregnant Again?

VIVIENNE

I kept replaying the things that happened after my birthday but the doorbell rang. Wiping away my lingering tears, I hesitated before opening the door. To my horror, it was Alex standing there, looking as composed and confident as ever—the last person I wanted to see.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, my voice barely hiding my shock and resentment.

"We need to talk, Vivienne," she replied firmly. Her tone wasn't harsh or degrading, but it carried an air of finality that made me uneasy.

I didn't intend to let her in, but something in her expression made me step aside. She walked inside, glancing around the house with a nostalgic smile.

"The house is still the same," she muttered, her voice softening. "So many memories here. And the tulips in the garden... They're still my favorite."

Was she doing this on purpose, or was she just clueless that saying those things would hurt me?

Clearly, she had a special bond with Zeke, one that I could never compete with. The way she talked about Zeke made me feel a pang of jealousy and bitterness.

"What do you want, Alex?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady as I closed the door behind her.

She turned to face me, her eyes sincere, but every word that followed felt like a dagger.

"I want you to sign the divorce papers."

Wow. Just wow!

I felt a surge of anger and frustration.

"Why? So you can have him all to yourself?" I asked sarcastically.

Alex sighed, taking a step closer.

"Vivienne, I know this is hard for you to hear, but Zeke and I... we belong together. We always have. Our relationship goes way back, and it's something neither of us could forget or move on from."

"So what about me?" I countered, trying to steady my voice but it was breaking.

She paused with a hint of empathy in her eyes as if she cared so much about me, everything for my consideration.

"Clinging to a marriage that's already broken will only hurt you both more in the long run,” she said.

I shook my head, the tears welling up again.

"I love him, Alex. And unless he talks to me again, I won’t sign our divorce papers."

Alex stepped forward, her voice soft and seemingly considerate, but each word cut deeper.

"His heart has always been with me. You deserve someone who loves you fully and unconditionally, Vivienne. Don't settle for being second best."

Her words stung. I tried to pretend to be strong, but deep down, I knew she was right.

"I'm not signing anything until I talk to Zeke," I looked at her and stated firmly, trying not to leak my weak side.

I slammed the door behind her and leaned against it, the tears coming harder now. I cried silently, feeling the weight of my broken heart pressing down on me.

The hours blended into each other as I sat there, lost in my thoughts and tears.

The doorbell rang again, pulling me out of my daze.

"Zeke," I whispered, my voice cracking.

He stepped inside without waiting for an invitation, his expression tense and his eyes hard.

“You want to talk to me?”

I could barely meet his eyes.

"Vivienne, stop being stubborn," he snapped. "It's for the best. We both need to move on."

"Move on?" I echoed, my voice rising. "How can I just move on from everything we had?"

He scoffed, crossing his arms.

"Everything we had? Vivienne, we've been falling apart for a long time. This marriage is nothing."

"I can't believe you. After everything we've been through?" The tears started welling up in my eyes.

“Clinging to this marriage is only making things worse.” He said coldly and I couldn’t barely know him.

 "What about the vows we made? What about the love we had?" I cried, desperation creeping into my voice.

My tears meant nothing to him and he just looked at me quietly.

"So this is all because of Alex?" I calmed down and asked, but the pain was still evident in my voice.

His another silence choked me. He impatiently checked his watch now and then as I was wasting his time.

"Zeke, was I just a substitute?" I asked, my voice trembling.

Zeke's eyes flickered with something unreadable, but he quickly masked it with impatience.

Tears streamed down my face as I struggled to comprehend all the facts.

"All these years, was I nothing but a replacement?" I asked in a hoarse voice. But then again, he remained silent. And I took that as a ‘yes’ to my questions.

"I can't believe this. After everything... I was just a substitute." My voice was laced with bitterness as I muttered my conclusion. And Zeke didn’t even bother to clear it up which only meant one thing—I was right.

"It's over. The sooner you accept that, the better." Zeke's cold expression remained unchanged.

“Is it because of the money?" He suddenly asked. His impatience was clear.

His words felt like a slap in the face. How dare he?! No matter who I was before marrying him, I never thought of marrying him because of his money!

"What?" I whispered, unable to believe what he just said. "You think I married you for money?"

"Why else would you hold on so tightly?" he retorted, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

The pain of his accusation cut through me like a knife. How could he be so arrogant to even think of me like that?

I was so disappointed in him that I could barely argue.

He looked at me with cold eyes.

“If the money's not enough, I could give you more. Just sign the papers.” There was a deep frown between his eyes with a sullenness of impatience in his expression.

I was speechless, the final blow to my already broken heart. I had loved him and believed in him, but now I was nothing more than a burden to be rid of. I looked at him, searching for any sign that he still cared. But all I saw was a man who had already made up his mind.

Summoning all my courage, I muttered while he was leaving, "Zeke, what if I'm pregnant?"

"What did you say?" Zeke asked, his voice low and tense.

"What if I'm pregnant?"