She's pregnant

Evelyn's POV

“But you love her,” Rachel uttered and tangled herself for Nathan's lovey-dovey hold. I felt a little joy in one part of my heart when I heard that but the fear that it might be false killed that feeling.

“You are the one I wanted from the beginning,” Nathan drew her close to him and it hurt so much because I have never been able to be childish around my husband to receive a treatment like this. I guess it wasn't hard for Rachel to achieve that side of Nathan; the Nathan I had craved all these years. I had wanted to be romantic with him.

Our lovemaking was never because of love. The sole reason we ended up having sex is because he was happy about something and he celebrated it by having sex with me. And when he kisses me I would lose my senses and forget how he used to treat me because I've always wanted him to love me that way.

He wasn't wrong. The marriage proposal came for Rachel and not me. I replaced her then because Rachel didn't want him. Why now? Why was she trying to end my marriage with Nathan when she didn't like him from the beginning?

“We are having a baby now. You wouldn't want our child to have a stepmother, would you?” She tangled herself around his body even tighter.

How could Nathan, without a conscience do this while he was still married to me?

How was I going to tell him about our baby now that his beloved mistress is also carrying his child? I bit my lower lip, trying to hold my tears as I remembered what I had been through all my life.

Unable to endure what was going on, I left the door entrance and went to the back of the house to clear my mind but it didn't work.

My friend, who had been with me since high school, called while I was staring into space. “Mariam,” her name was the only thing I could say after answering the call.

“What happened?” She questioned. “You mentioned visiting the hospital.”

“I've returned from the hospital, Mariam,” tears began to drop from my eyes. My heart was aching because the more I wanted to talk about it, the more I couldn't help thinking about everything that had happened to me because of my aunt and her family.

“Talk to me, Evelyn, I can hear you cry.”

I sucked my lower lip so I could stop my tears from entering my mouth. My throat burned as I tried to hold my tears. “I'm pregnant,” I told her the result as I stared at the paper in my hand. “Two months pregnant.”

“Isn't that what you've been waiting for?”

“Yes, Mariam. Yes,” my eyes got filled up again with tears, I could feel my head throbbing. I felt weak and wanted to break down but I didn't. “It's all over now.”

“What do you mean?”

“It's over, Mariam,” But I couldn't hold it any longer, I lost the strength I had in my arm and dropped the phone from my ear.

Sobbing by myself, I remembered how I fell in love with Nathan. It happened on our wedding day when he kissed me deeply. I thought that was the beginning of a new life for me but it wasn't. It was only the start of a more miserable life. Why am I so unlucky?! I cried to myself.

Images of Nathan playing with Rachel earlier flashed in my head and I grimaced because even the image hit me badly in that spot. I raised my head only to be hit by the bright unbothered sky. I needed to breathe so I pushed my head back.

Mariam kept calling but I needed to ease my chest from this pain.

“What am I going to do now, Mariam?” I eventually answered the call after recovering from the pain a little.

“You didn't tell me anything,” she sounded angry. “I know you are feeling this way because of that bastard!” She yelled on the phone. “Tell me what that bastard did!” She shouted one more time but before I could say anything I felt someone's presence behind me.

I immediately squeezed the paper in my hand and I dipped it in my dress. I didn't know why I did that. I just felt disgraced about my pregnancy. “I'll call you back,” I hung up the call and turned around to see Nathan.

Far behind him was Rachel watching both of us. “Hi,” I was the one to speak first. I wondered if I looked pitiful.

“Have you been crying?” He asked.

For a moment, I thought he cared and began to feel a little excited about it. I wonder how the little things he does make me forget about the big, bad things he has done to me in the past few years. I guess I was that stupid.

“Well, you should be crying to God so he will help you out of this awful fate you have.”

And then I was wrong. I was too hopeful and expectant, but it only brought me nothing but disappointment, pain, and wounds.

There wasn't even any look of sympathy on his face. He looked stern and nonchalant. But his words hurt me. I began to question my fate as he looked at me.

“I have something to tell you, Mrs O'Brien,” he walked closer to me.

I knew what he wanted to tell me but I didn't show any hint of knowing. I glanced at Rachel who seemed happy about everything. She had hated me ever since I began to live with her family after my family died in a fire.

I returned my gaze to Nathan. He must be serious about the divorce for him to call me Mrs O'Brien instead of my name.

“You will no longer bear my surname, Evelyn because I will be divorcing you first thing tomorrow morning.”

“Why?” I didn't act surprised but I found myself asking.

“Because I'm carrying his child. It is something you cannot do so why should he remain in the marriage?!” Rachel interrupted our conversation.

“You are pregnant?” I acted surprised but my expression was dull. “You cheated on me, Nathan,” I faced him.

Nathan laughed. “Don't tell me you consider yourself a wife. How can you be one if you can't bear a child? I wonder what you did to yourself to make you so unable to conceive!”

That was harsh.

That hurts.

I was pushed to tell him that I was carrying his child and that I was able to conceive, too. At least it would hurt less.