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Chapter 3

Emily's POV.

I was downtrodden!

He asked me to get out of his car so late in the night.

I stood outside the car with its door wide open, and Eric's girlfriend sauntered over to the seat I formally occupied, brushing my shoulder harshly.

The chilly air hit my skin, and I shivered slightly, standing beside the car.

"I don't know why you won't just divorce her!", the lady's voice was carried through the air to my hearing, and my heart shattered even more.

It hurt enough that his mother was talking about our divorce already, but hearing this stranger talk about it as well made me want to scream in frustration.

"Baby, you know I can't. Not yet at least", Eric explained desperately, and she huffed in annoyance.

"You've probably fallen in love with her and spent want to be associated with me anymore," she snapped. I caught sight of her arms folded across her frame.

Eric's face as he tried to make her see reasons with him made my stomach churn with an unexplainable feeling.

"Come on, babe. You know it's not like that. You know I love you very much. Who is that dumb woman? It's just that we can't be together, Lola. You have my heart, but we can't get married. I'll keep providing you with anything you want. You know you always have me", he pacified her.

I cringed as I watched him pull her to himself. They shared a long kiss that made me cry.

Is that how much I was unwanted?

I turned back sharply and began to walk in the direction that seemed a bit familiar.

It turned out the house was traceable from where he had dropped me off.

Thoughts filled my mind as I wondered, trudged home.

It was quite a long journey but I soon got home. The lights were out as everyone had probably gone to bed.

I walked aimlessly around the house and found myself in his work space at home.

Suddenly, the wave of dizziness hit me, and I saw everything in doubles till they became very blurry, and eventually, everything became dark.

****

A low groan escaped my lips as my eyes fluttered open and adjusted to the bright light in the room.

I looked around sharply.

I was in my room with a drop attached to the back of my palm.

I tapped the bed weakly to draw the attention of the lady who sat hunched in a chair by the side of my bed.

"You're awake", Anna, my only close friend squealed, and she rushed over to hug me.

I gestured to her to ask her what happened.

"You lost consciousness in Eric's workspace," she explained, wiping her teary eyes.

I gestured to her to continue, and she smiled.

"You were rushed to the room, and the family doctor was called. Emily, you're pregnant", she revealed, and my eyes widened in shock.

That explained the weird feeling I had been having.

"He did not tell the family for some reason, though, Emily. I think Cecilia would be happy to hear that she finally has a grandchild on the way"

A downcast expression flashed across my face for a moment as I thought of having to abort this precious gift of mine again, but suddenly, my facial features were hard.

"You will have to abort it again because of Eric, right?"

I shook my head vehemently.

"Why not? You know he won't let you keep it. He's that heartless. The only option you have is probably to divorce him, which might not be the best-"

I gestured to her that I had made up my mind. I would rather save this living being inside of me than kill it to protect a marriage that was dead to me.

"You're getting a divorce?", she asked, quite bewildered at my decision.

I nodded, and she sighed.

"I understand, Emily. You've been through enough here"

Tears rolled down my eyes as I thought of the pain I had gone through living with the Wilson's after grandfather Richard's death.

'I'm sorry, grandfather. This marriage was just never meant to be!'

****

After dinner, I cleared the plates happily, though, in my weak state, as I thought of my freedom from this hell.

Thoughts ran through my head as I walked to Eric's room to tell him of my decision to get a divorce. He had just returned home since the dimner last night.

He should surely be happy about the divorce. I would no longer be an obstacle to his marriage to his girlfriend.

I considered turning around as I got to the door, but I mustered the courage to knock.

As the door swung open, I met his frowning face.

"What is it, mute?", he snapped coldly, and my heart froze in fear for a moment.

I coughed lowly before gesturing to him that I would like to have a divorce. I showed him the note I had written about wanting to get a divorce for emphasis.

As I looked up to his expression, I expected to see a look of excitement on his face, but his frown was deepened.

"Excuse me?"

He pulled me into his room and shut the door. For the first time, I was in his room. It had a navy blue theme and was dark.

I repeated the gesture, informing him of my decision to have a divorce. I told him I could not take it anymore and I would like to relieve both of us of this duty.

"What the hell? No way!", he snapped, shredding the paper which my decision was written on.

My heart raced!

Why did he not want a divorce? I was exasperated.

I tried to make him see reasons, but he just held my wrist tightly.

"We are not getting a divorce. Okay?! We made a now based on grandfather's last wish and you will not break it"

Tears spilt down my eyes in frustration. I tried to gesture to him.

"Just shut up! You are my wife, and you're doomed to be my wife. There is no escape. You can't leave me", he snapped.

A sinister expression flashed across his face, and he drank in my figure with his eyes.

"Talking about duties, you have to play your role as a wife tonight."

His hands began to fiddle with the zipper of my dress.

I sobbed, shoving his hands away in annoyance, but it only made him more determined.

He lifted me like I weighed nothing and there me on his huge bed, which would have been a comfortable place to sleep under different circumstances.

I wriggled, shoving his bare chest as he hoovered above me, but he was mad as well. I wonder why.

He was not the one who had no other family left after grandfather died!

I sobbed as I felt him ease himself into me.

He was not the one who lived as a maid and sex slave in this cold mansion!

I cried as he kept thrusting forcefully into me despite my defiance.

"You are my wife, and you can't do anything about it," he snapped, holding my face in his hands. He placed a harsh kiss on my neck.

I felt like I was going to pass out when he finally released into me and rolled over.

I cried bitterly.

Seeing a pen and a notepad on his bedside desk, I wrote him a letter, pulled on my clothes, and trudged to my room with a heavy heart to pack my things.

Eric would not stop me from leaving!

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Lilys
He didn’t want to have any child with her yet he didn’t bother to have any protection.. so he expected her to go abortion each time she was pregnant? What a selfish jerk he was who only think with his dick
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