Chapter 5: Pregnant For Her Ex-Husband.

Alexandra's POV

It 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 have I done wrong?” I asked, my voice coming out shaky 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.

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 and my gaze widened in shock.

I took my phone out immediately, wanting to confirm the authenticity of his words and there it was. Asher already revealed to the press that we are divorced.

I staggered backward, trying hard to maintain my posture. “How could he? How could he ridicule me this way?” I asked no one but myself.

“You loved him? But he never loved you Alexandra, I warned you, but you never listened” Dad yelled, trying to awaken dead memories from three years ago.

“It's not true Dad, we loved each other” I cried, defending the love we once had for ourselves.

“Get lost Sandra, go back to him, go anywhere, go to your mother for all I care!” Dad yelled, getting his guards to drag me out of the house and they did without hesitation.

They threw me out of the estate, forgetting that I once ran in the mansion happily as the daughter of their boss.

“It's over, all over” I choked on my tears.

Just then, I heard the sound of my phone and I took it out to see my best friend calling.

“Rihanna” I muttered as I took the call.

“It's okay, Sandra, come home to me” she said and the call ended. The only word I wanted to hear, the only word that could comfort me, “it's okay” but the people I wanted to tell me that didn't.

I'm sure Mom hasn't seen this and when she does, she'd call immediately.

I hailed down a cab, put in my luggages, and soon was at Rihanna's doorstep.

“Sandra” Rihanna called as soon as she saw me entering her apartment. She engulfed me in a hug and I cried on her shoulders.

“Theresa betrayed me, Rihanna, she slept with Asher, he divorced me because of her” I explained in tears but Rihanna didn't seem interested in the details and all she did was console me.

After moments of finding solace in her shoulder. She fed me and tucked me to bed, not asking anything from me but I knew Rihanna better than to trust her silence. The next day would be her investigation day.

**

“Sandra, I told you! Everyone did” Rihanna yelled after I explained everything to her.

“But we were in love, up until six months ago!” I yelled back still not wanting to accept the fact that marrying Asher was a mistake like they were all saying.

“He only wanted your money, Alexandra, you made him a billionaire from a millionaire, he let you go after he got what he wanted, believe me!” Rihanna yelled and I was moved to tears again.

The fact that I had lost everything to Asher, resurfaced again.

“No, I choose to believe a different thing, that our marriage was because of love not because of a hidden motive he had” I cried, sniffling softly.

“How did you become like this, Sandra! How? Leaving Theresa to be with your damned husband??” Rihanna yelled and I stood up from where I was seated.

“Then what was I supposed to do? Kill Asher for betraying me? Or kill Theresa and her unborn baby for daring to keep an affair with my husband?” I yelled, agonized by the whole thing happening to me.

“Ex-husband, Sandra” Rihanna corrected.

Just then, I felt a sharp pain in my tummy and I felt nauseous at the same time. It was like the words I said just triggered something hiding beneath the skin of my belly.

Rihanna noticed the pain and walked to me in concern, dropping all reprimanding she had for me.

“Are you okay, Sandra?” She asked and I nodded but my reaction said otherwise as I had my eyes shut trying to take in the pain.

“We are going to the hospital, you aren't okay” she said and dashed for her car key, holding me by the arm to the hospital.

I felt better already but I knew she wouldn't hear any of that and I had to get a check up whether I wanted it or not.

She drove to the hospital, her gaze focused on the road all through the ride.

It took a while but I had tests done with Rihanna beside me as we await the result. I knew all that could be wrong with me was my unhealthy way of dieting but I still decided to wait for the results.

“You are pregnant, ma'am?” The doctor finally said and it took minutes to process those words.

That couldn't be, I couldn't be suddenly pregnant after three years of waiting! Not after I had a divorce.

“I thought you said he hadn't been home for months?” Rihanna asked and I felt my lips quivering.

“He did, he came home two weeks ago” I blurted.