Danielle’s POV
It was Christmas Eve, and I was home, alone.
The snowstorm raged outside, fierce winds whipping through the air and carrying snowflakes that blanketed the ground in white. It was freezing cold, despite the warm air that the air conditioner emitted. I shivered slightly, keeping my eyes glued on the screen before me.
"On the road leading to the Newton network, a major accident has just occurred." My eyes fluttered slightly the moment I heard those words from the newscaster. My husband was somewhere around there.
"One person whose identity is yet to be known died in the unfortunate event, while two others were severely injured." I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as I peered keenly at the screen hoping to catch a glimpse of the car of whoever was involved.
Even though the accident happened right outside his office, I prayed that Jayden wasn't one of the victims.
"I mean… He's Jayden. If anything happened, the news would say so." I calmed myself down with that thought, relaxing on the sofa and shutting my eyes.
Being alone in Jayden's huge mansion felt like hell. Even on Christmas Eve, I ate dinner alone. If you ask me if I like this mansion, I’d say of course I do, but I would like it more if my husband was sitting beside me. If not him, at least someone else.
His father and sister weren't going to arrive until tomorrow. And despite how much I pleaded, no member of my family was willing to come over for Christmas because they never said yes to our marriage.
Damn! It’s so hard to distract my attention.
I quickly grabbed my phone to text Jayden. "Hey, are you okay? Just saw the news about the accident and I'm getting worried. Please respond ASAP."
I sat on the edge of my seat, my fingers tapping nervously against the armrest. The minutes ticked by with no reply. I mindlessly scrolled through I*******m, hoping to calm my frayed nerves. A short while later, I checked again, hoping that Jayden might have responded but there was nothing.
"The snowstorm has worsened and there are likely to be more accidents that have occurred or will occur. Please stay inside your house where it's safer. At least for now." The lady on the news was making me so nervous, my palms grew sweaty. I managed to reach out for the remote and quickly turned the news off.
"Daddy will be home soon," I was speaking to my unborn baby. "He's fine. Maybe he's stuck at work. Maybe he's having issues with Fred. But I'm sure he's fine."
“That snow is so freakin’ crazy!”I heard a voice and footsteps in the living room. Relief washed over me.
Finally, he was home.
I quickly stood from the sofa and walked towards him with one of my hands on my belly.
Smiling, I retrieved his bag and clothes. "How was your day?"
He was unbuttoning his suit, not even looking at me, "Danielle, I'm starving."
"Right away," I retorted, hurrying to the kitchen.
Minutes later, I sat opposite him on a dining seat. Watching him eat the meal with a grim expression on his face.
“Why does this taste so..." He took a moment to choose his words, "So shitty. Did you make this?”
“The cook prepared it before leaving for vacation,” I explained. “I just reheated the turkey. I couldn’t do much… with the pregnancy.”
Jayden looked up at me slowly. It was the first time he was looking at me since he walked in half an hour ago. I could see the coldness in his eyes. "I work fifteen hours a day, Danielle. Yet you can't fix a proper meal.”
He stood from the chair, barely touching his meal. “You’re not a good wife,” he said, his cold eyes meeting mine. “You never were. You played your tricks to get me into this marriage. And now, you're playing them to keep me here. Seriously, Danielle, I’m sick of this.”
I said nothing. Even though I was exhausted, I sauntered to the kitchen to fix something for him.
As I chopped the chicken into smaller chunks with the big kitchen knife, I cut myself by accident and immediately let out a scream, "Ouch!" I fell to the floor because the pain was excruciating. My finger was bleeding heavily.
"Are you okay?" Jayden asked, rushing into the kitchen. I could swear there was a little bit of concern in his voice.
I looked up at him, his broad bare chest, muscular arms and abs revealed. All he had on was a boxer that firmly clung to his member, I found myself gazing at him for a while, my heart began pounding in my chest.
Gosh, I hated myself.
I lowered my head to avoid his sea blue eyes so I could control myself, "I'm fine." I said with a voice that was lower than a whisper.
I didn’t hear his reply immediately but I knew he was still here. We had some band-aids right inside the cupboard near him, so…
"Good." He turned around and left, not caring for my injured finger. Then he disappeared from my sight.
It was so stupid of me to think that he was going to help me with the wound.
It was so obvious that he didn't give a fuck about me, he only checked on me because of the baby.
I was done cooking and had set the meal on the dining table.
I then went to the bedroom to fetch him. stood at the entrance, watching him grin. Whatever it was on his phone's screen made him a happy man, I couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy as my stomach churned. "Where were you this evening? You came home so late, Jayden. This is Christmas for God's sake."
He just stared into his screen like I didn't exist. I took a deep breath, and heard myself asking, "Is she back?"
His finger froze for a sec.
I braced myself for the worst, swallowing hard and watching him intently.
I watched as the smile on his face disappeared and his face hardened. He took a moment to ponder without saying a word to me.
Moments later, he grabbed a document from the table and handed it to me, “Danielle,”
"What's this?" I asked, taking it from him. My curiosity was instantly aroused as I tore it open. But seconds later, I felt my blood running cold and my hands shivering.
“I married you because of my mom,” He said flatly. “Now that she’s late, and the woman I truly love has come back, it’s time we part ways. I want a divorce.”
Danielle’s POV“Wait what?” I looked at Jayden, my voice trembling.“You heard me.” He said. Short and cold."Are you serious, right now?" I raised my voice, but feeling the droplets of the tears escaped my eyes. They fell on the divorce paper I held but I had no time for that, “Have you ever loved me? What about our baby?” It felt like my world was spinning yet there he was, calmly staring at me like he hadn't just told me he didn't want me and my child anymore. "Stop being dramatic, Danielle. You always knew I didn't want you."Jayden was right. Yet I couldn't fathom why he waited until I was expecting a child - his child. To do this. “You’d leave your baby?”He sighed, looking miserable, “I’m sorry. I’ll make sure that it is well taken care of financially. But I still want the divorce, right now.” It? My child was not an object. "Fuck you and your money Jayden, this child needs a father."He heaved, looking up slowly at me. His eyes were cold as he began to speak. “You’re right,
Danielle's POV.As my eyes fluttered open, a sterile smell filled my nose. My ears were instantly filled with the raging and beeps of machines. It felt like I was floating. "Hello dear. How do you feel?" I squinted, trying to take her in, "I... I think I'm okay. What happened?""You had an accident." She responded with a bright smile. "Do you remember that?"I gave a slow nod as the vague memory of the incident came back to me. "It's good that you remember, it shows that you're healing fast, and you will be fine."A sharp pain in my stomach sent a reminder of my child. "How is my baby?" "You need to recover, ma'am. We will talk about that when you are stronger.""Is my baby okay?""I'm sorry, dear." The nurse responded slowly, reaching out to hold my shoulder. "You miscarried."My jaw dropped in disbelief. "No..." I struggled to sit up on the bed. "No!" There were tears welling up in my eyes. "That can't be true." This baby meant so much to me. I had dreamt of being a mother for so
Danielle's POV.I wore a frown, glaring at him as his gaze narrowed towards me. I could see there was concern in his eyes but I was in no mood for his sympathy. "Hand me my coat," I said to Fred who did as I asked. I slid my hands into its pocket and retrieved the divorce papers. I had it with me since the day of the accident, waiting for Jayden to come by. I signed my name without a second thought, handing the document to him. "Here, Jayden. We are done. That's the divorce."Jayden looked at Fred and I with no despicable emotions for a while. He was utterly shocked by my actions and couldn't react.I turned again towards Fred. "When can I start work at your company?"Through the corner of my eye, I could see Jayden's jaw drop in disbelief. The concern in his face vanished and he was instantly furious. Fisting his hands and shooting a glare at Fred who smiled calmly, unflinched."Why did it take you so long to come, anyway?" I turned to face him."I could have come earlier, Danielle
Jayden’s POV.Christmas was a few days away. I strutted out of a meeting hall, my fists thrown into my pocket. A beep on my phone interrupted me. I dipped my hand into my pants and retrieved my device. The message was from Danielle. A tinge of excitement surged through me as my eyes focused on her message. "Hey, Jayden. I hope your day is going well. I have been thinking about you. I miss you. It's so lonely in your mansion, please come home early today. It's Christmas Eve and I don't want to spend another evening surfing through TikTok or watching the news."I exhaled softly, striding hastily to the media room where my next engagement for the day was. Even though I still couldn't decide how I felt about Danielle, I wanted to get back to her as soon as possible."Good evening, boss," the manager said anxiously when she spotted me standing at the door, my eyes scanning the room and the busy staff members."Let me have the files." I took them from her desk and scanned through them hurri
Jayden’s POV"I don't feel too good." Katherine staggered slightly, putting her palm over her face. I held her waist so she wouldn't fall to the ground, peering into her face that grew pale.I helped her to my car and then sped to the hospital. "How are you feeling now?" I asked often, glancing at her as I continued to speed down the road. She was starting to wheeze, taking sharp breaths. I knew what it was—an asthma attack.I surfed through her purse and found her inhaler. My attention was divided between the road and her. I pumped it down her lungs, but there didn't seem to be any improvement."Please hold on; we'll be at the hospital soon." Her eyes got teary. The gasps didn't stop. I drove above the speed limit, not caring about anything else but her. Soon, I was at the hospital. She was wheeled in and given prompt attention. She was almost unconscious. "Is she going to be okay?" I asked the doctor who walked out of her hospital room, taking his gloves off his hands."We are tryin