"Congratulations, Mrs. Anabel! You are four months pregnant!" The doctor announced. "Here is the test result. Take a good look at it."
He handed the test result to her, and she went through it. Tears of joy streamed down her delicate face. She had been waiting for this moment for two years, since marrying Desmond.
Her mind flooded with their love story. How he saved her from a dirty gang who wanted to rape her. How they got married and started living together.
Though for the past few months, she was gradually losing her husband to a lady his mother and his sister wanted him to marry.
They fired all their maids so that she would have a lot of work to do in the house. They abuse and treat her like a maid, but she endures it all. Now that she was pregnant, she believed they would support and love her again. She believes they will stop abusing her.
She rushed out of the door and headed to her car. Once she got inside, she dialed her husband's number.
"Hi Honey, I have a good..." Her voice hung in the air. She couldn't finish what she was saying. The filthy sounds and voice she was hearing left her flabbergasted. She had to take another look on the phone screen to confirm it was her husband. She confirmed and put the phone back on her ear.
This time, she could hear a feminine voice moaning loudly, "Yes, baby! Ahhhh! Fuck me harder! I love your fucking dick! Fuck me like you have never fucked that bitch!"
Anabel could recognize the voice. It was her husband rival, the lady her husband's mother was rooting for.
"Ohh! Yesss! Tell me much you hate that bitch!" Anabel heard the lady spoke. The lady had intentionally picked the call and dropped the phone so that Anabel could hear them.
"She's so disgusting. I love you more than her. You are so sweet." Anabel heard her husband answer. She could also hear the sound of skin slapping against the other. At this moment, she couldn't bear it and hanged up.
Her heart was shattered. She knew that Desmond was seeing her secretly and his mother was rooting her for him, but she never knew he had been cheating. Her tears turned from joy to sadness. She looked down at her tummy and rubbed on it. "You will bring my love back to me."
Anabel got back home to meet, Mrs. Elizabeth, her husband's mother, drinking and chatting with Bella, her husband's younger sister.
"Mom! Desmond had been cheating on me with Daniella!" She announced, expecting them to be shocked, but instead, the mother and daughter looked at each other and laughed
"Oh! she's just finding out!" Mrs. Elizabeth said and turned her attention to Anabel. "You came to report to me that my son is cheating on you with my future daughter inlaw? Can you hear yourself?"
"I don't know what you are talking about. The last time I checked, Desmond is my husband and he never told me he's going to marry that husband snatcher." Anabel replied.
"How dare you call my potential daughter-in-law a husband snatcher!" She rose up from her seat and slapped Anabel across the face. "The next time you say that, I'm going to punish you beyond your expectation."
"Did you just slap me?" Anabel asked, placing her hand on the hurting spot.
"Yes! And I will slap you over and over again if you don't learn your lesson. You are the husband snatcher and not her. She's my son's fiancée and my future daughter-in-law."
"What are you saying? I've been married to your son for two years, and he loved me. Why all these?" At this moment, tears were rolling down her eyes.
"Love? My son never loved you. He only got married to you out of pity. You were never his choice. You are just a country bumpkin, saved by my son. You were never qualified to marry my son. I've been keeping cool, waiting for my true daughter-in-law. Now that she's back, Desmond is going to marry her."
"Desmond loved me. He will not marry her," Anabel protested.
"I can see you are ignorant of what has been going on," Bella spoke up. "For the past three months, my brother and Daniella have been seeing each other. You know what they used to do? They do have sex and lots of it. But you are so stupid that you never knew until today."
"What? I thought they were just seeing each other."
"Oh, you thought." Mrs. Elizabeth mocked. "That is to tell how foolish you are. I'm only waiting for her to get pregnant. Once she conceives, we will be done with you. He will have a valid reason to divorce you."
"Yeah!" Bella supported. "Who in his right senses will stick with a barren woman? Who knows how many abortions you have done that got your womb damaged."
"What are you saying, Bella? I've never done an abortion before." Anabel tried to defend herself. "Desmond is the man who broke my virginity. I'm not a barren woman."
"Don't try to deny it, Anabel." Mrs. Elizabeth cautioned her. "A slum slut is calling herself a virgin. Do you take us as fools or what? For two years, all you have been doing is eating and wasting my son's strength on the bed. My son had been blinded by love, but very soon, his eyes will clear, and he will see the reasons to stand with me and divorce you."
"You are sounding as if Desmond is doing the right thing and I'm bad. Talking of divorce, I'm the one who is supposed to file for a divorce. Your son is cheating on me."
"And what are you waiting for?" Mrs. Elizabeth asked. "Tell him that you want a divorce once he comes back, and everything will be settled."
"I won't do that. I love him. Even though he cheated, I still love him. I believe she seduced him. It's all planned to weaken me, and I won't divorce him."
"I know that is what you will say. You can never say the truth." Bella smirked at her.
"Which truth?"
"Everyone knows that you are sticking around my brother because he's rich. You can't survive without him. Will you? You are afraid that if he divorces you, you won't have anywhere to go."
When they got home, Anabel watched in admiration as Desmond unloaded her bags one by one. He had told her not to touch anything. There was something deeply comforting in the way he insisted on doing it all himself. It was as if carrying her luggage was his way of carrying her heart back into their shared life. Once everything was inside, Desmond led her through the familiar hallway, past the living room, and up the stairs to their bedroom. Anabel’s heart beat faster with every step. She hadn’t been in this space for months. Not since everything fell apart. She didn’t know what to expect. But when Desmond opened the door and stepped aside to let her in, her breath caught in her throat. The room was exactly as she had left it. The soft cream curtains are still hung by the windows. Her favorite throw blanket was folded neatly at the foot of the bed. The books on her nightstand seemed untouched, still stacked in the same order. She didn't take anyone when she left. And on the dresse
After the joyful occasion, Anabel returned to her room, packed her bags, and brought them downstairs. Jethro met her at the door and took the luggage from her hands. “Let me help you with that,” he said and took them from her, then headed toward Desmond’s car parked in the driveway. Desmond was still talking with Anabel's mother. When he was done, he took Anabel's hand and led her out to the front passenger seat. “Your throne awaits,” he said with a playful grin, opening the door for her. Anabel laughed softly and stepped in, settling into the seat with a content sigh. Behind them, Mrs. Elizabeth and Bella climbed into the back seat, chatting quietly, still glowing from the evening’s joy. Desmond closed the door, walked around to the driver’s side, and slid in behind the wheel. As the engine purred to life, Anabel’s family stood at the entrance, waving them off. Sir Orton, Lady Orton, and Jethro smiled and waved until the car disappeared out of their sight. The drive began smoot
“Now,” Sir Orton began again, “before we move on to the feast, there’s something I want to ask, something we all want to hear.” The room became silent, and Anabel, along with Desmond, looked up in curiosity. Sir Orton turned to her with a serious gaze. “Anabel, my only daughter… Do you truly want to accept Desmond again? Do you want to marry him? Not out of pressure, not out of nostalgia, but from your heart?” All eyes turned to her, and the room held its breath. Anabel’s lips curved into a gentle smile. She turned her head slowly to look at Desmond, who was already watching her with eyes full of love. There was no hesitation in her gaze, no doubt in her heart. “I love him,” she said. “I’ve loved him through the pain, through the silence, through the distance. And yes… I will marry him again and again.” A collective sigh of joy swept through the room. Desmond’s heart swelled, his eyes glistening with emotion. He reached for her hand across the table and held it tightly. Sir Orto
Just then, Sir Orton and his wife entered the room, followed by Jethro. Sir Orton wore black trousers and a white shirt. “Ah, Desmond,” Sir Orton said, extending his hand. “It’s good to see you again. And… who are they? Your mom and sister?" "Exactly. They are my family. I know you haven't met them before." They exchanged greetings, handshakes, and warm embraces. Both families were very happy to see each other. Once everyone was seated, Sir Orton cleared his throat gently and began to speak. “I must say,” he began with a calm voice, “this is a day I have looked forward to for a long time. Seeing both families gathered here, not in tension or misunderstanding, but in peace and joy. It fills my heart with joy. It gardens me.” He turned to Desmond and Anabel. “When two people find their way back to each other after walking through fire, it means their bond is stronger than ever. I’ve watched my daughter grow through pain, and I’ve seen the little change in you, Desmond. This reuni
His mother finally showed up and paused when she saw him fidgeting. “Relax, Desmond,” she said with a knowing smile. “You will get there. And everything will go well.” “I know, Mom,” he said, standing up. “I just… I want this to be perfect.” She walked over and straightened the collar of his blazer. “It already is. You have done the hard part. You have won her heart again. Today is just a celebration of that.” She said, and he smiled, grateful for her assurance. A few minutes later, Bella showed up, heels clicking against the tiled floor. “Okay, okay, I’m ready!” she said, grabbing her purse from the couch. “Alright, let’s go before Desmond wears a hole in the floor.” The mom said, and they chuckled and made their way out. As they stepped out of the house and into the car, Desmond took a deep breath. The road ahead wasn’t just a drive, It was a journey back to where his heart had always belonged. At Anabel’s house, the atmosphere was filled with anticipation and exciteme
Her hands trembled. “No… no, this wasn’t here. You added this. This wasn’t the version he gave to me!” She complained, and the lawyer shook his head. “These are the exact papers he showed you. It’s in the system. It’s been notarized and filed. You signed it. You agreed to it.” The DPO stepped forward. “You have three minutes to gather your personal belongings and leave the premises.” Stacey’s eyes widened as the pieces fell into place. She turned to Jethro, stunned. “You… you planned this?” "I gave you a chance, Stella. I told her you will regret it, but you didn’t believe me. I'm here to have my company back. Take your personal belongings and leave." Stella’s voice cracked as she pleaded, “Jethro, please. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to—” But he didn’t flinch. “You think you can use me. You tried to take what wasn’t yours. Now it’s time to go.” With tears in her eyes, Stella gathered her things and walked out, her head bowed in shame. Once she was gone, Jethro turned to Sta