Chapter Three Throw Her Stuff Out

“So, that was the lady you talked about in the car?” Vivian asked Marcus immediately they got into his office.

“Yes.” Marcus answered precisely, taking off his suit and handing it on a coat rack.

Four days ago, he had gone to pick Vivian up from the airport as she had just arrived in town from Austria while in the car, they have talked about Josephine all through the way. And after they have discussed her to the level they wanted, Marcus proposed to her.

“She sounded so pained. I think she did not want to lose your good dick.” Vivian teased as she sat down into the couch by the side of his desk. Her hands were caressing the shinning diamond ring in her finger. She was loving the feeling that she was going to be Mrs. Kingsley soon.  

“Of course. You know how good my dick is. But you broke my heart was why she was able to enter. If not, you know, no one would have tasted my sweet delicious dick except you.” Marcus teased back as he sat beside her. Caressing her gentle palm now. Something he has always admired about her.

Vivian and him dated for three years before Vivian cheated on him with another man because he was broke. Now that she saw that he was doing good as a bank manager and that his side business was also moving, she decided to come back into his life and he accepted her.

“Now, let’s get to the chase.” Marcus said as he pulled Vivian up to her feet and began to laid his lips on her neck with his gentle kisses and warm breath.

“Let’s forget about the emotionally pained woman whom I don’t love. Let’s make love together like old times.” He breathed into her ear.

Vivian moaned softly. She loved the sound of that.

When Marcus spite others with his whispers because he wanted to exalt her was her weak point. Her nipples were hard already. Her pussy was wet. She was all ready to be fucked like an adult movie actress. Hard core was her best sex style and Marcus better give it to her today.

Taking his hand to fondle her breast. Marcus loosened the button of her shirt and brought out her fresh bright bosom. Loving what he saw. He sucked on it like an infant thirst for his mother’s milk.

Vivian moaned loudly as she clutched his head to her chest like she was holding her life saver.

“Yes, Marcus. Yes! Fuck! I missed this! Fuck me now Please!”  

Hearing her pleas, Marcus smirked. This was the moment he was waiting for.

He leaned out his head and smiled at her. He took his hands to his waist and unbuckled his belt.

Vivian saw his hard dick with veins cutting out all over it like he had not have sex in years.  She instantly bent down to the level of his waist and inserted his dick into her mouth.

“Fuck!” Marcus groaned like he was in paradise.   

 Meanwhile,

“Baby, how are we supposed to cope now without a job to cover antenatal bills and baby healthcare?” Josephine muttered to herself as she rubbed her hands over her growing belly. She had been sitting down in her car in the bank parking lot for over thirty minutes now thinking about her life.

“I’ve been fired. No gratuity. No compensation. Nothing that can help us survive until I find another job…” she whispered, her voice cracking.

“And I was just about to tell him about you today but he is lost in the affection of another woman.” She said rubbing her hands on her belly the more.

A tear dropped from her eyes. She did not know what to do exactly at this moment. It was clear Marcus did not want her anymore. Should she go home to pack her load and go her way or should she wait for him at home and perhaps they could find a way to talk this true?

Her chest tightened as she gripped the steering wheel, the weight of everything pressing down on her.

Only a few days ago, Marcus and she had shared an intimate moment. She was pregnant. She had planned to tell him everything today but now, she had been fired. She hadn’t even had the chance to say a word.

A wave of hopelessness washed over her, but she fought it back. She couldn’t afford to fall apart. She had made sacrifices for him—her dreams, her career, even her sense of independence. She had put everything on hold for this relationship, only for it to come crashing down.

“Why did I even trust him?” she thought bitterly.

She closed her eyes for a moment, letting the tears fall freely, her heart breaking for the child she was carrying and the uncertain future she now faced.

The pain was suffocating.

But then something in her shifted. A part of her—the part that had always been strong—began to rise to the surface. She wiped her eyes and took a deep breath.

She started the engine and drove home, clutching the steering wheel with a new resolve. She was going to wait for him at home. And they were going to sort out this misunderstanding like couples always did.

As she turned onto their street, her heart dropped at the sight of men unloading her belongings from the house and setting them out on the sidewalk. The sight of her personal things—her life—being tossed away, made her stomach churn. Her hands trembled as she parked at the curb and rushed out of the car.

“What is going on? Why are you moving my things out?” she shouted, her voice shaky, but the anger boiling beneath it undeniable.

One of the movers paused, his expression flat. “Ms. Walter?” he asked in an unfeeling tone.

“Yes, why are you moving my things out?” she demanded again, unable to mask the fury in her voice.

He shrugged, completely indifferent. “We were instructed by Mr. Kingsley himself,” he said, nodding toward the house.

“Marcus?” she asked, her voice cracking with disbelief. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

The man didn’t respond, simply motioning for her to step aside. “We’ve got work to do.”

Her knees weakened, the full weight of the situation crashing down on her. Marcus had done this. He had thrown her out. All the things she had brought into his home, all the moments they had shared, now felt like they meant nothing. 

Her heart squeezed painfully. “You’re really going to throw me out, Marcus?” she muttered under her breath. “Even when you know I’d have nowhere else to go?” The tears welled up again, but she fought them back. She wouldn’t let him see her weak. Not anymore.

Josephine pressed a hand to her stomach, feeling the child growing inside her. “I won’t cry for him anymore,” she whispered softly, though her heart was breaking. She wasn’t going to let him win. She couldn’t. Not now. Not after everything.

Looking at the diamond ring Marcus had once given her. She felt a surge of anger rise in her. Without thinking, she ripped the ring from her finger and flung it toward his front door.

“You want another woman, Marcus? It’s not by force to keep me. But trust me, you're going to regret this,” she said, her voice trembling with fury.

Turning her back to the house, her heart pounding, Josephine stalked back to the car. She couldn’t stay. Not here. Not in this place where everything she had worked for was now gone.

She slammed the door shut and sped away, the sound of the movers carrying her things out echoing in her mind. Her chest felt hollow. Her world had just crumbled, but she didn’t allow herself to be consumed by it. She had to keep going. For the baby.

 A few minutes later, she pulled into the parking lot of her old apartment complex. It wasn’t much, but it was hers. The lease still had time left, and she could at least have a roof over her head.

She climbed out of the car and walked into the quiet space that still smelled like home. She hadn’t brought much with her to Marcus’ place; there hadn’t been much to pack in the first place. But now, everything she owned was scattered on the sidewalk in front of his house, discarded like she was nothing.

Falling into the couch in exhaustion, Josephine stared at the ceiling, letting the silence fill the space around her. She had nothing left. Except for the child growing inside her. 

“How are we going to do this, baby?” she whispered, placing a hand on her stomach, feeling the first fluttering of life inside her.

“I won’t let this defeat me,” she said, the words barely above a whisper. She couldn’t give up. She had to keep going—for her, for the baby.

Josephine knew she couldn’t let herself fall apart. Not now. She would rebuild. She had studied accounting, worked her way up. If she could do it then that she was employed, she could do it again this time. She would find a way.

“I’ll find a new job,” she murmured, determination rising in her chest. It wasn’t going to be easy, but it was a start.