Chapter 2

Pregnant

 

I left the house almost in a hurried state with no clue of where to go from there. We had no property in our name, and Harry had refused to get one after the demise of my mother.

 

With no clue in view, I decided to check into a hotel with the little savings left. I hailed a cab and went straight to the hotel.

Hopefully, I got a room for a considerable amount and it fit my budget, so I paid for two days with not enough money left to sustain me for the time frame while I chased an alternative plan.

 

Entering the room, I threw myself mercilessly on the bed, and tears welled down voluntarily. I sobbed uncontrollably until there were no more tears left. My eyes were red and puffy. My entire look was a mess. Lying there, I wished my family were never poor. If I were from a rich home, he wouldn't have humiliated me the way he did. The urge to end my life surged, but it was withheld when I thought of my childhood ambitions of being a successful jewelry designer to make my mom proud. Unfortunately, I lost her to the cool hands of death barely a year after I married Harry. I wept even more. “I hate love, I hate the rich, I hate everything in life,” I bellowed with the little strength left in me.

 

A few hours later, I was almost startled by the ring from my phone. I was in no mood to answer calls, so I didn't bother checking who the caller was. I threw the phone under the pillow and sobbed yet again, but it seemed the caller was relentless and kept calling over and over again. I hesitated, then reluctantly gathered myself and composed my tone before anyone was calling. 

 

“Hello,” I muttered, almost stuttering.

 

“Hi Celine, it's me, Evelyn,” she said calmly. I wasn't expecting her call because I lost contact and haven't been in touch with her for over a year now.

 

“I heard what happened between you and Harry, please where are you now? I know you will be heart broken” she stated in a concerned tone.

 

“am at sterling hotel, not too far from the mansion” I replied almost breaking into another rounds of tears.

 

“will be there soon” with that, the call ended. I cried bitterly but then noticed sudden fatigue with slight rise in temperature, of which i attributed to the heart break and continious sob.

 

Few minutes later Evelyn was with me. She sat close to me tapping my shoulders and consoling with every single word she could come upwith.

 

“you have to get over him, he doesn't deserve any of these tears” she exclaimed,

Bringing out the food she had brought. “you need to eat now, you've been crying all day”. 

 

She was relentless in her demand and without much hesitation I gave in. Staring at the food right before me, my appetite suddenly dissipated and the urge to throw up sprang. Ignoring it, I tinged the cutlery, and when the frustration built, I suddenly threw them onto the floor.

 

“What's wrong, Celine? You aren't eating,” she asked with a concerned gaze.

 

“ I will be okay,” I responded, trying so hard to hold back, but I couldn't.

 

After a moment of silence, I stood up intending to ease the urge, but a wave of dizziness struck me, causing me to sit back down. Evelyn’s gaze fixed on mine. I tried standing again, but this time I found myself dashing into the bathroom, vomiting. I vomited until my bowels were empty and there was nothing left to vomit. Evelyn followed, tapping my shoulders while tucking my hair behind my ear.

 

After I was done, she led me by the wrist back to the room. I was about to sit when the urge sprang again. I hurriedly left her grip and rushed to the bathroom once again. This time, nothing was coming forth, just a mere foamy like substance.

 

“I really think you should see a doctor,” Evelyn abruptly demanded looking straight in my eyes and I could sense her unease.

 

“You look weak and pale, I think you should see a doctor. This is obviously not a result of the cry and heartbreak” she paused and properly evaluated me, before spilling those five words that blew me off my feet. “I think you are pregnant” 

 

“pregnant?” I abruptly replied,

My body trembling and my heart racing. How could I be pregnant when Harry barely touched me. Just as I was in my thoughts a reality of three week ago strucked me and I suddenly gasped.

 

That night Harry came home almost late as usual but this time, I noticed his tensed mood and in a bit to know what the issue was he suddenly threw me to the bed and made love to me. That day we made love without protection.

 

“haaa!” I exclaimed, my tone wevering.

 

“We need to go now” I demanded, the weakness suddenly dissipated.

 

******

At the hospital, after a few minutes of waiting the doctor was out.

“Congratulations, madam, you are five weeks pregnant,” the doctor spoke, her tone calm, handing the result envelope to me.

 

I was shocked and so was Everlyn standing right beside me. Our gaze locked, and then silence filled the space between us.

I was reluctant at first but hurriedly opened the envelope when reality struck me. scanning through it from top to bottom with Evelyn's curious gaze scanning all over.” I was really five weeks pregnant” I almost shouted.

 

“with this result, I think you could win Harry's heart back” she bluntly spoke giving me a concerned gaze.

 

The pains and emotional trauma Harry caused me really touched me deep down my shredded heart. The humiliations, having to caugh him with another woman on our matrimony so bed on our anniversary was really outrageous and reflected how callous and ruthless he could be. not to think of divorcing me with nothing, knowing fully well that I had no where else to go.

 

But I still love him, he was the only man have ever loved in my entire life, so without hesitstion, I agreed to Evelys demand. She maybe right, I could win Harry's heart back with this news of my pregnancy…