01 •• Divorce

|My Marriage Is A Contract- Craving The Girl He Always Wanted|

°Chapter One°

Three Months Earlier

•JENNY DARLINGTON•

"I am carrying Stan's child." The bitch told me.

Confusion flashed through my face as I stared at my husband, Stanley, and his secretary, Selina.

Did I just hear right?

"Jenny, I know you might not believe it but it is true, she is carrying my child." He told me again.

My steps faltered and still, I did not want to believe it. I did not want to believe that my husband was cheating on me and even though an anonymous person had sent me their pictures on one of the numerous business trips they had gone, I still refused to believe and instead, I chose to trust him, only for him to have my heart broken.

My eyes twitched and I swallowed hard. "Stan, what is this you are talking about? How can... How can she be carrying your kid when you have yours with me?" I asked him, smiling sadly.

Tears glistened in my eyes and I blinked them away. I was not going to cry. I was not.

He looked away and straightened his shoulders then he said. "I will send the divorce papers soon and you will be given two weeks' ultimatum to move out of the house." He said with a calm and sharp voice before he took Selina by her hand and they walked past me. Selina's lips curled into a mocking smirk at me.

The zooming of the car made me realize that I had just lost my husband to his Secretary. She had warned me. Told me that she was going to take Stan away from me and I told her that she can try. She did. She tried and succeeded.

Where do I want to start?

I slumped down on the chair and stared at the pictures the both of us had taken when we had just gotten married.

Stanley and I have been married for the past two years and have been in a relationship for three years before that. I had gotten pregnant and had my kid a year before we married. He and I had met in college and since then we felt like we could work it out so we got married. I could have said that it was the happiest time of my life, I had grinned so hard that day that my cheeks had hurt and we had taken so many pictures to last for a decade but now… as I stared at him, I think I made a mistake.

A big one. I thought I made the best decision by accepting to marry him.

How could he even break what we built together just like that?

I should have believed what I saw then. I should have believed the pictures that were sent to me. I should have read the signs.

He had been behaving weirdly like coming home late with the excuse that work was too much on his table and he needed to clear them.

He would skip both breakfast and dinner in the urge to go to work early and I had let him without putting up a fight.

So everything is over now. Totally.

I should start packing because I don't want to stay one more week at his house. It was filled with our broken memories and I don't want to remember them again.

Honestly, I don't know what to do now. This was so sudden.

I picked my phone and called my foster mom, Diana.

"Hello." Her voice came through and I gulped down the sob that wanted to spill through.

"Hello, Jennifer?" She called her, worry lacing her voice.

Tears glistened my eyes as I began to sob. "Mom." I cried.

"What is it, Jennifer? Why are you crying? Did something happened to Junior?" She asked frantically.

I shook my head. "Nothing happened to him. It is Stan… He… He cheated on me… and he is… he is asking for a divorce… and … I don't know what to do… he and his secretary…" The tears kept rolling out and I sniffed in.

"OMG! Why did he do that? So… I am coming over." She said and I could hear her packing some things.

I should not bother her with things like this.

"No, mom. I am coming over soon. I just have to finish some things up." I said.

After I had cried my eyes out, I made to pick Johnny from school and headed straight to my foster mom's house. Diana had adopted me from my abusive mother and I have not had the time to even meet my real mother. I never had tried to meet.

I had traumas but they were not enough to keep me from falling in love with a cheat. Stanley knew and he had promised me that he would take it slowly and not pressure me into doing anything. I had trusted him and he broke it without warning me.

Finally, the cab stopped before Diana's house and Johnny faced me. "Mommy, what are we doing at granny's house?" He asked.

I feigned a smile and said, "We need to talk."

He nodded his head and hopped off the cab. After paying him, I walked towards the entrance. I knocked and as if she was expecting me, the door was pushed open and I came face to face with her.

Her frown deepened as she must have seen how swollen my eye bags were. I let out a deep sigh and she paved the way for us to enter.

"Granny!" Johnny squealed as he launched himself into her arms. She managed to carry him and joked with him.

She ushered him into her room to play with the toys she had 'gotten' for him and we were left alone.

"Didi… I don't know what to do." I told her with all honesty. She sat beside me and held my palm.

"Tell me everything." She said.

I started from the time he stopped calling me endearing names to how he would ignore my calls. Now that I think of it, I really was trying not to make our marriage break. I think I knew that it was going to break but I was scared to regard the thoughts. Because the thought of having to start over again from the scratch was not something I wanted into my head.

After I was done, I did not know I had already collected tissue from Diana. I laid my head on her shoulders and I cried silently as Johnny is quite sensitive when it comes to sounds.. She patted me on my back and I cried more.

This motherly affection was all I craved for when I was younger and abused by my mother but now that I have it, it makes me feel vulnerable and I think I like it. At least it would cost me little of the money when I always had to go into therapy.

I pulled away from her. "I will search for an apartment and move in a week's time. Hopefully, I will be able to get my pay from the company and move Johnny out of his school."

Her brows furrowed. "How about you move in with us?" She asked and I shook my head.

"No, I can't. I am not sure Belinda will like it." I told her. She nodded understandably. She knew of the bad blood between she and I but not everything.

Belinda was her daughter. She and I never saw eye to eye on matters. She always wanted the best thing and I had to move out of the house for her.

"What of Steven?" I asked, just noticing that we have not spoken about her husband since I came.

"He went to visit one of his sick friends at the hospital. Will be back soon. I will tell him about it." She said and I nodded my head.

We left Diana's place because I knew Belinda would come visiting her mother. The first question Johnny asked as soon as we entered into the house was 'where is daddy?'. This was the first time when I can't decide whether to lie to him or tell him the truth.

Both would hurt each way.

I smiled at him and pulled his cheeks. "He might not come home tonight. I think he is quite busy." I told him. He went into his room, I doubt he understood what I said.

That night, I made sure to call the house agent who had helped me with getting a house when I was preparing for college. He assured me that he would get back at me within few days which I was thankful for.

••••

Unknown's POV

I stood at the balcony of my house and sipped the wine in my hand. My chest constricted with pain that I could not comprehend.

"She must be in pain." I mused, my eyes distant with images of how she must be acting.

"She is in pain." She told me and I rolled my eyes.

Really? I never asked her.

I turned towards her and let out a brief sigh. "Let me know what he is doing next and how she plans the next thing. Make sure you stay hidden." I warned her and she nodded her head.

She was about to leave when she stopped. "Do you really need to do this?" She asked.

I stared at her, not knowing if I should give an honest answer or anything that comes to my mouth. "Yes. I need to." I turned back and she walked out, her heels clicking against the tiled floor.

This was starting again and this time, I won't lose her. Never.