CHAPTER 2

I entered the room with a fake smile, even though everything within me was trembling with fear at the possibility of this baby being my husband’s own.

Becky sat up immediately, when she saw me. She gave me her usual smile, which I returned with a fake smile.

“Have you told Chad about the baby?” She asked. 

“No, he is in a business meeting,” I said as I gave her the baby.

She gave me a tight smile. “I understand. He is a billionaire. He is always busy,” she replied.

I nodded. An awkward moment existed between us before I finally decided to break the silence.

“You never told me you registered your name with Mrs. Karma?” I asked calmly.

She swallowed hard. I watched her expression for a while before I added, “I never knew you had suddenly become Mrs karma”. 

She stared at me for a while. “Well, Chad said I could use his name to avoid gossip. I didn’t think you would have a problem with that,” she said and swallowed hard.

I nodded with a raised eyebrow. “I see”. 

Few minutes later my husband burst inside with a smile. He did not care to acknowledge me; he focused his entire attention on Becky.

“Is it a girl?” he asked, beaming with a smile. Pain bottled around my chest as I stared at them. I have never seen him this happy before.

She smiled and handed over the baby to him. He took it with a smile and absentmindedly pecked her forehead. She smiled back, but her smile died when she saw the frown on my face.

“She looks exactly like-” he stopped on his track when he noticed what he was about to say. His face grew pale at the sight of my face.

He cleared his throat, still cuddling the baby. “We should name her,” he said and added, looking at me, “She would be named after you,” he said, smiling.

I nodded as my dumb brain tried to gather every piece together. He wanted to name his mistress’ child after me. Maybe as a consolation for cheating.

All the time when I had been working my ass off for his company and spending all my free time with Becky, they had been having an affair.

I took in a shaky breath as I tried to control my hand that had been tapping my lap. I always did this whenever I was angry.

“Lyla,. I am talking to you,” my husband said, interrupting my thought.

I turned to Becky. “How come you can’t remember the man you had a one-night stand with?” I asked her, ignoring my husband.

“Lyla, I was-

My husband held his hand in the air, signaling her to stop, and faced me. “How can you ask her such a question on this day? Aren’t you happy that she has given birth?” he asked me angrily.

Anger welled up within me. “I only asked a question that was meant for her and not you. I want to know the father of that bastard!” I shouted, pointing at the child.

A heavy thud landed on my cheek. I used my hands to caress my cheeks. I chuckled. He just slapped me. My husband just slapped me.

“I will not let you insult her again. Be happy that she has done something that you barren womb has been trying to do for the last five years”. 

Tears rolled freely from my eyes. I turned to look at Becky. She glared at me.

I cleaned the tears and asked again, “Becky, I am asking you. Who is the father of this child?”

She raised her eyebrow. “Chad,” she said.

A moment of silence passed between us. Chad’s face grew pale with shock. He did not expect her to give away so easily.

Needle-like pain pierced through my heart as tears resumed again flowing freely. 

“You.. You got pregnant for my husband?” I asked in a broken voice.

My heart felt heavy. In fact, my whole body became numb with pain. “So?” She asked, her voice laced with disdain.

“So? Becky, I have been your best friend since high school and you end up sleeping with my husband.” I screamed at her.

The baby began to cry again. “Oh please, we all knew he never loved you and besides, you are useless. You don’t even have a womb,” she replied nonchalantly.

“You mother fucking whore!” I screamed. Her face turned red as she glared at me.

“Don’t you dare call her a whore again or I will-

“Or you will what?” I asked him. I stood up and walked towards him. “You would what? Beat me? Or divorce me?” I asked, glaring at him.

“Don’t make me do something that we will both regret. That woman is the mother of my child and I will appreciate it if you respect her.

 After all, she has done something which you have not been able to do. Which is-

“To give birth to a child,” I completed his sentence. He had not ceased to remind me of my inability to bear a child.

I stepped back with a smile and wiped off my tears. “Guess what, you just made a whore your mother, not that you should be worried considering the fact that you are also a whore,” I replied.

His eyes darkened with raw anger. “Get. out” he ordered.

As much as I knew he was going to tell me something that was going to break my heart, I never expected him to ask me to get out. 

It felt as if I was getting out of his life, of our life. It was as if he was asking for a divorce without saying it.

“What?” I asked in a whisper too sad to say anything.

“You heard me, get out. When you get to the house, pack your things and leave. I will not allow someone as evil as you near my child”.

My knee grew weak, I staggered for a while. He was ready to destroy everything for my best friend. Everything we have worked for.

How could I be so blind. How did I not know about their affair all this while. 

“You can’t ask me out. I have half of your company shares. I built this company with you. I made you the man you are!” I shouted. The baby began to cry, but I did not care.

He nodded. ““Well, I am the sole owner. The company belongs to me. And for your information, I have transferred your shares to Becky. So get the hell out of my sight!”

I looked at Becky. She had a sneer on her face. “You heard him, leave,” she ordered, her voice deep with anger.

I picked up my car key and turned to him with a glare. “I have saved you countless times. That company was built main

ly on my idea and I promise you, that you will regret it”

I said and stormed off.