Alexandra's POV I took the last step into the room and sighed, my shoulders slumping down as I did that. “He isn't here” I muttered to myself, then picked my phone up, putting a call across to my cousin, Theresa. She picked on the first ring and her low voice came from the other end of the phone. “Home already?” Theresa asked, and I nodded like she could see me from where she was. “Yes, I'm home, but he isn't here, Asher didn't come home again” I complained, tears welling up at the corner of my eyes, blurring my vision. “Calm down Sandra” Theresa said, but I couldn't. I sniffled back tears but they still came trickling down my face. “It's been like this for months, Theresa” I said, my voice barely above a whisper as I said those words. “Maybe he is just late, he will be home soon, he just got off work, remember?” Theresa said, her voice muffled as if she was being cautious as someone was around her. Knowing this, I didn't want to inconvenience her further with my problems, an
Asher's POV. My gaze turned to Sandra in shock, I wasn't expecting her sudden visit, it wasn't a visit, she had caught me cheating on her. I cussed under my breath, the betrayal gnawing at me for getting caught. “Asher, you?” She finally said after being awfully quiet for minutes, her voice sounding cool like someone who was fine with what she had discovered but I knew better than to believe that. I slid my boxers on right under the blanket as I fastened my belt and Theresa hissed, only concerned about the fun getting disrupted. Getting off the bed, I walked closer to her, still in shock as I never expected this, not even in the years to come. Her eyes darted from me to Theresa who got off the bed also, the blanket covering her naked body. “Sandra, it's not totally what you think!” I said, my hands moving to touch her but it only grazed her skin as she moved a step backward stopping me. “You've been cheating on me??” She asked, her voice cracking as I hated the way she sounded,
Alexandra's POV“Noo!!! This can't be happening!!” I screamed in my head hoping when I open my eyes, all that's happening will turn out to be a dream but immediately I opened those eyes, hoping to see my dear Asher or my dear Theresa smiling at me but no, Asher was now holding Theresa in his arms, his hands caressing her tummy. I fell unconscious for minutes that seemed like eternity but Asher didn't care about me, but his baby who his mistress was carrying. “Barren” The word still echoed in my mind even when I tried to shake it off, he saw me as someone who's barren, he called me a BARREN WOMAN. I had never known Asher was so desperate to get a child. We never talked about it the hard way, we were never bothered by it but I was wrong, I was only being kept in the dark. I stood up, my whole body feeling weak, I shook my head hoping to face reality but all that had happened came flashing before my eyes again. It felt too cruel to be true. Three years of loving him, two and half ye
Alexandra's POV“Do you Alexandra Scott take Asher Sinclair as your husband?” The priest asked. “Yes I do” I gave a reply, with a smile on my face as I beamed with joy. That was the happiest moment of my life, the happiest moment from the past three years. The day I got married to Asher. I had taken him as my husband and he took me as his wife, with smiles on our faces and a passionate kiss coming after. We had a vow, one I couldn't forget in my whole life, one I thought would stay valid till we both grow old. “Till death do we part” Asher had said those words to me and I did the same. “I love you” he said that to me multiple times in those years we were happily married. But now…. He had brought me divorce papers. With my weak hands, I grabbed the papers, staring at them again, and I chuckled. He wants me to leave? It took me a several months before I was able to fully trust Asher because we had only dated for four months before we got married. Everyone was against dating the
Alexandra's POVIt was disheartening yet shocking. My dad would never call me a disgrace, only if he truly saw that I had brought disgrace to him. But I haven't, not in any way. Hearing this from him right now, made my heart shatter into pieces again like a broken glass which couldn't be mended. “Dad, what is wrong?” I asked, my voice coming out between my tears. “Why is everyone doing this to me?” I asked myself, my voice barely a whisper. “Oh! You don't know?” Dad said and paused as I lifted my gaze to look at him wanting to know what exactly I didn't know. What was making him also treat me like I was nothing to him when I was his only beloved daughter. Maybe I stopped being his beloved daughter the moment he learned that I gave everything I owned to Asher when he was strongly against our marriage. But still…it wasn't enough to call me a disgrace. “You are the talk of the whole city! The talk of the whole Cape City!! You haven't seen it yet? Asher Sinclair divorced!!!” Dad said
Alexandria’s POV."But Pregnant?" I thought as the doctor’s words registered in my head, my voice shaking with disbelief. I stared at the doctor, my mind reeling."That's impossible. I must have heard wrong." A forced laugh escaped my lips, but the doctor's serious expression told a different story."How can this be happening now?" I whispered, feeling like I'd been punched in the gut. “No,” I said in denial, feeling my eyes burn with tears.Rihanna's hand found mine, her grip warm and reassuring."Sandra," she called softly, her voice cutting through my haze of shock. I looked up, tears flooding down my face. "What am I supposed to do now?" I sobbed, my voice barely above a whisper.Rihanna's expression was sympathetic as she began to rub my back without uttering a word to me. I broke down completely, surrendering to the emotions that had built up inside me. Seeing how badly I reacted to the news, The doctor discreetly excused himself, leaving us alone.I sobbed in Rihanna's arm
Alexandra's POV.Theresa's steps came to an abrupt halt when I announced my pregnancy. As she turned in my direction, her face was stricken with shock, and I could see the fear that clouded her being. "Y–You are P–Pregnant?" she stammered, quickly dashing back to stand beside Asher, linking her hands with his possessively."Yes," I confirmed, maintaining eye contact with her before my eyes made their way to Asher's face."You mean you are pregnant, Alexandria?" Asher asked when he finally found his voice.My eyes narrowed as I eyed him, almost cussing at him for repeating Theresa's question like I had come to spill lies to everyone."For who?" was the next question that came out of Asher’s lips, taking me by surprise. I gasped, feeling a surge of emotions. "What do you mean by that question, Asher? Who else should I be pregnant? Weren't we married?" I asked, making sure I held his gaze to see if he truly meant his question but the look on his face confirmed my suspicion, he was more
Alexandra's POV Marriage to a strangerWith tears blinding my vision, I rested my back against the vehicle which had its headlights on as the driver kept honking to get my attention. Why did he stop? He should have hit me so my miserable life would come to an end. Still sobbing uncontrollably, I heard the car door open and slam shut and within a second, the driver was hovering over me. He had an intimidating size and aura but that was the least of my concern; my life was in shambles with no hope of redemption. “Are you alright?" His gruff voice rang in my ears as he crouched next to me. Ignoring him, I turned my back on him but I didn't leave my position. “Are you that frustrated that the only thing you can think of is killing yourself?" He kept asking questions but I didn't give him a response.When it seemed that he wasn't going to get words from me no matter how much he tried, he gave up trying only to push his hand forward. Wondering what he wanted, I locked eyes with him
Alexandra's POV.Two months later.Pulling the crying child to myself, I struggled to keep feeding the other. “Oh sweetie, momma is coming soon okay." I cooed, trying to make the kid stop crying but it was to no avail. Hurriedly but carefully so the child I was feeding won't choke, I fed him and once I was done, I scooped the crying child into my hands, trying all I could to soothe him. Swirling around and singing some rhymes to him, I continued this way until he fell asleep. With a bright smile on my lips, I placed him on the cot before shifting my attention to the rest of the children who were playing. Work at the daycare was so tiring that each day when I returned home I would start aching all over but never for once did I complain about it.The kids here made me forget about the loss of my child.Just as he has said, the coordinator back at the foundation gave me a job as a receptionist in a hotel but I quit after a week of working. When I was alone, I wouldn't help but to z
Alexandra's POV.For the first time in my life, I felt cornered. Up until now, I have already had everything I wanted effortlessly at my beck and call but not anymore. I was no longer the heiress of Scott Enterprise, neither was I the daughter of Edward Scott. Grabbing my duffel bag which held a little of my belongings, I stepped out of the premises and didn't stop walking despite having nowhere in mind to go. Father had given a strict warning that he didn't want to see me anywhere near his property. If he could disown me without batting his eyelids, handing me over to the police for trespassing was an easy task for him too. The look I was getting from passersby made my skin crawl.Without having to ask them, I knew they were wondering why a lady in a wedding gown was walking on the road and clutching a duffel bag. Before I would be accosted by anyone, I decided to change into something else and so without wasting any more time, I made my way to the public bathroom for the firs
Alexandra's POV.The look on father's face showed he had heard every bit of our conversation.Holding my breath in fright, I folded my hands in front of me as the fear of uncertainty loomed in. “When did you join us?" Ethan broke the silence with an awkward chuckle but father didn't respond; instead, he fixed his gaze on me. What am I going to do now? — I questioned, my chest heavy with different thoughts threatening to take away my sanity as the tension in the room became even more thick. “You didn't take out the child like you made me believe." Father spoke for the first time with a voice barely above a whisper but I heard him clearly. The disappointment in his tone which was also laced with anger couldn't be missed too and for a moment, I felt life sipping out of me slowly. Gulping, I tried to speak but words refused to form. I was terrified to my bones.A few days ago, father had clearly told me there were dire consequences if I tried anything stupid; he wasn't bluffing ba
Alexandra's POV.Folding my hands on my thigh, I remained still as the beautician worked expertly on my face to give me the best look father said I deserved. When she was done, the fashion designer in charge of my gown came through, helping me into the customized gown father had gotten for me. To make this marriage leave an indelible mark in the mind of all the guests he had invited, father had spent a fortune. By the time they were done with helping me prepare for my wedding, I wore a different look that made the smile on my lips broaden. “I'm so beautiful." I mumbled, checking out myself in the mirror while the ladies chuckled behind me. “I had only applied a little make up on your face, nothing else. You're already beautiful." The beautician complimented.So not to be left out, the fashion designer also chipped in her own compliment before they both left my room, leaving me to myself. For the next few minutes that followed, I kept staring at my reflection in the mirror as my
Alexandra's POV.The moment the lights went off, there was chaos in the living room as everyone was speaking at the same time, unwilling to listen to what the next person had to say. Flashlights pooped out from all corners but it was not enough to illuminate the whole room, though it managed to cover some places. Looking around, I found my father speaking to a man and immediately after the man took his leave, he hit his palms together to get the attention of everyone present. With a loud and firm voice, he said, “I apologize for the inconveniences, we are going to fix the issue right away.” His words were able to placate the guests and the murmuring died down. Finally, the light was restored and the engagement ceremony continued in a full swing. At the end of it, I retired to my room. I had just stepped into my sleeping gown when I heard a knock and with no doubt, I was certain it was father on the other end. Staring at the door, I made no move towards it. "I know you are not
Alexandra's POV My stomach clenched tightly at my father's words. Hospital? No, I wouldn't let that happen. Doing that was a risk I wasn't even going to venture into as my father was definitely going to find out that I didn't take out the child. Before now, I was breathing heavily so I switched to occasional pants. “Hold on, I will call the ambulance right away." Father said in a breath, pulling out his phone from his pockets He was almost dialing the emergency contact when I grabbed his hand, and with all the strength I could muster, I sat up. “Dad," I called, my hand resting on my forehead as I threw my feet off the bed. “Stay still." He hushed, trying to make me lie on my back but I was obstinate. “I'm fine, you shouldn't call the ambulance." I mumbled, pushing my hair off my face. For a moment, father didn't say a word as he kept staring at me in disbelief. "I’m being sincere here, I'm fine.” I flashed a smile at him when he still wouldn't budge. It seemed father was
Alexandra's POV.Grabbing my stomach with a hand, I tried to place the other on the table only to toss a glass over in the process. The crashing sound made me the center of attention but it was soon resolved. Leaning over, Ethan held my shoulder, “Are you alright?" He asked. “Yeah." I nodded but he still wouldn't let go. To convince him I was fine like I had claimed, I forced a smile at him, only then did he release his brow which he had creased. This time around, he was walking right next to me and at intervals, I could feel his hot gaze on me which made me even more uncomfortable.My nauseousness got even more worse but I held myself back from throwing up or showing any signs, hoping I would be able to bear it until I returned home. We were almost nearing the door when I swirled around and with the speed of lightning, I made my way towards the bathroom. I was just in time, else I would have made a mess of myself and the restaurant if I was a minute late. Grabbing the toilet
Alexandra's POV.The knock on my door made me nuzzle more deeply into my bed, using my pillow to shield my ears from the annoying knock but it was to no avail. Whosoever it was at the other end of the door was determined to get me off my bed. Frustrated and angry, I tossed my pillow aside and with my hair all over my face, I groped towards the door, pulling it open. “What do you want?" I managed to hold myself back from yelling at the domestic staff that was behind my door. “You look a mess." She commented and instantly, I shoved my hair from my face. Leaning close, shs whispered, “A man is here to see you, going downstairs this way isn't ideal.” Her words made my heart stop beating as my mouth dropped open but I didn't say a word. “Hurry, he had been waiting for a while now." She said but before I could make further enquiries she was nowhere to be found.Reluctantly but quickly, I cleaned up to meet whoever my visitor was. Deep down, I was praying and hoping that it doesn't t
Alexandra’s POV.Father stilled at my response. Wasn't this what he wanted?Since he had managed to make me go against my will, he should be all over the moon with happiness. “What? Did I make the wrong decision?" I snarled at him, unable to hold back the anger that was welling inside of me. Shaking his head slowly, he lowered himself on the couch. Holding my hands, he peered into my eyes, “Are you sure about this?" He asked. Parting my lips, I wanted to give him an immediate response but I kicked against it. In my angry state, I had no control over my words so the best option was to remain mute and if my response was so crucial, it should be done with sign language. “Alex," He called, eliciting a nod from me. Fulfilled, he hit his palms together in triumph while on the other hand, I was bemoaning my fate. While I was still seated in the living room, my father made a call to the hospital to book an appointment for me the next day. All through the night, I couldn't get a wink