Chapter 2

Daisy POV

The anticipation was driving me crazy. I knew I had to be patient and in no time I would know if I was pregnant or not.

When I got home, I put the ice cream in the fridge. The house was very quiet, all the cleaners and domestic staff had gone already. Clark never really liked the idea of having staff stay in, even Mrs. Jenny didn't stay in. She prepared meals daily and put them away in the freezer. Whenever we needed to eat, I would microwave it for us. He liked a really private life even at home. I liked it too but it gets lonely most of the time. Only the guards remained at strategic locations in the villa.

When I got to the room Clark and I share, I quickly rushed into the bathroom. I peed into a disposable cup into which I dipped all the sticks in. I set the timer for two minutes just as the instructions read.

The two minutes I had to wait were the longest of my life so far. My heartbeat accelerated seriously, I was unsteady and pacing in the bathroom. The alarm started ringing and I stopped it.

With my shaky hands, I picked up the sticks. All had the same results. All double lines. I cleaned my eyes to ensure I wasn't hallucinating, and I checked again, nothing changed. My excitement knew no bounds. I jumped up so many times till my mind reminded me to be careful. I wouldn't want to do anything to hurt my baby.

I picked up my phone quickly to call my husband, all attempts went straight to voicemail. I hoped everything was indeed okay. It was so unlike him to stay till noon without calling me. When he didn't call, he always picked up. I called his secretary and she mentioned he was in a meeting. Hence, he was indisposed to answer any calls.

I decided to wait to tell him. I needed to prepare a little surprise for him. So I ordered some groceries to prepare a delicacy he really loved, Chicken Alfredo with Tiramisu for dessert. In about 30 minutes, my order was already at the door.

I took my time and followed the recipe step by step with patience and the results were perfect as always. The aroma filled the kitchen so much and I had some for myself before I put the rest away.

I prepared the meal that early because I wasn't sure how long it would take before Clarke got home. After I was done eating and clearing the mess I made in the kitchen, I heard a doorbell. That must be Clark. I skipped excitedly to the door but I was disappointed by whom I saw. My mother-in-law was at the door.

I stood sideways as I opened the door wide for her to enter.

"Welcome, Mrs. Avery." I greeted.

Of course, she ignored my greeting and went straight to a comfortable chair in the living room. I sat on the chair opposite her. She looked just as beautiful as she did when I last saw her. All her wrinkles were gone anyway. She must have done another plastic surgery. She loved beauty and vanity more than anything else.

Her legs were crossed and her gaze was fixed on me directly. She exuded power and confidence.

"I see you are still here."

"What?"

"I see you are still leeching and feeding off my son after all these years"

"But I…"

"No buts, I don't expect better from a gold digger like you who has finally sunk in her claws to my son. I can assure you that your hold on him won't be on for so long." She cut me off.

"Why exactly are you telling me this?"

"I want you to prepare your mind for the nearest future"

"Your son is happy with me, he will never leave me. Why is that so hard for you to believe?" I questioned her.

"An orphan mouse from the orphanage, what could you possibly know about being with a man like my son?" She asked mockingly.

" I might not know a lot but I know enough to keep him happy and content." I retorted

"Content" she scoffed.

"Only poor people think the way you do. My dear only a woman in his circle can push him to his fullest potential. A woman like you will only keep him comfortable in bed and nowhere else." She continued coolly like it was a natural way and words to speak to someone.

"That isn't true. You know I am one of the best things that has ever happened to him."

"Oh really? If that's what you say then why is he on page 6 of the NY GOSSIP magazine with Amelia on a date and not here with you"

I see what she is trying to do but she is nowhere near succeeding. I would not give her the satisfaction she wanted. I knew Clark still had business dealings with Amelia, especially after she took her father's place in his company as CEO. There was nothing to worry about because he was always so open about his activities. Due to his honesty, I never had trust issues.

"Oh, dear. This is the real world. Status and finances matter. They are the basis of variation in the real world. Let me give some advice, woman to woman, you should run away and leave my darling boy alone. You will never be good enough for him, you will never deserve him and you will not continue to be in his life. I have stomached you disgusting pig for way too long."

Her words cut deeply but I had to put on an unbothered front. No way was I going to let her have her way and be happy. I was never leaving him. Our love is eternal and a rare kind. For as long as he wanted me to stay, I definitely would.

"I am not leaving your son. Nothing you do would make me run away" I declared.

"Oh I know that but he would leave you, and I would make sure of that." She said with finality and left the house. She had a wickedly sweet smile as she walked out and I knew she was up to no good.

Mrs. Avery is a very manipulative woman. She can even make best friends turn enemies and business partners rivals. I have seen that happen before. It makes me question if our love would stand through the storm she was brewing. I love him way too much and it helped that he loved me just as much. This reminder reduced my doubts and fears a little.

I took my iPad and checked the NY GOSSIP magazine and there the picture was. They were facing each other. He was smiling a little while she was blushing. Knowing him he wasn't smiling at her the same way he smiled when he looked at me. His eyes didn't hold the smile in this picture and it gave me comfort. It seemed purely business to me. I also know that the paparazzi always blew things out of proportion whenever they get a chance to.

The clouds became a little bright by late afternoon. I decided to catch up on some shows on N*****x. I then remembered that Stella and I were supposed to hang out later. I have to cancel. I needed to break the news to my baby and I can't just leave right after.

On the 2nd ring, she picked up her call.

"Don't tell me you want to cancel on me." she whined before I got to say anything.

"Sorry I have to." I said, placing emphasis on the sorry.

"But why I was really looking forward to this outing. I even have a hot outfit I wanted to wear tonight." She continued whining. Knowing her she must be pouting already.

"I am pregnant." I blurted out.

"Wait, what?"

"I said I am pre…"

"I heard you the first time. Congratulations!" She cut me off excitedly. She sounded genuinely happy for me.

"I haven't been able to reach my husband yet so I need to tell him today."

"I get that, once again congratulations sis. I'm going to be a godmother." She squealed.

"Yes, you will." I laughed at her reaction.

"But you still owe me."

"Yes, I do. We will go out next week I promise." I assured her.

"Of course. I'll text you later. Bye."

"Bye."

I was happy after the phone conversation with her. It sort of made me forget my earlier encounter with Clark's mother.

All I did now was wait. I wanted him to be back home soon enough but he wasn't forthcoming. I tried his number again and it still went to voicemail. I kept calling to hear his voice saying ' You are unable to reach Clark, please drop a message’. It made me feel less lonely at the moment.

Time kept going fast but no sign of Clark yet. It was so unlike him to keep late nights and not call. He knows I will always be worried if he doesn't. It was 11:30 pm and he wasn't home yet so I decided to sit out on the balcony.

After a little while, he drove in. Jared didn't drive him back. He must have dismissed him early but that was weird because he never liked driving. For the past 7 years I have known him, he drove only once. That day he gripped the steering wheel so tight that I was worried he would pull off the poor thing. He looked so hot that day with his stoic facial expression. I even told him to drive more often but he brushed it off and he never did till this day.

"Welcome baby" I greeted as I moved in to kiss him but he held his hand out. He looked so disheveled. His tie was loose, and some buttons on his shirt were off. He even smelled like he had been drinking.

I let him go ahead while I trailed behind him lost in my thoughts. He sat down at the dining table and searched for something in his briefcase.

"Where were you all day? I was worried."

No response.

"I called almost all day you never picked up."

No response.

"Your mother was here."

He paused his search a bit and then continued doing what he was doing.

"I have good news." I said happily, hoping he will respond this time.

Still, no response.

"Okay I'm done with this. When exactly are you going to respond? And why are you giving me the silent treatment?"

No response.

I was tired of whatever game he was playing, and all I wanted to do was go to bed.

" Your food is in the microwave. Good night. When you are ready to talk, come to bed, let us talk." I muttered.

"Wait. Sign these." he handed me some papers.

"What are these papers?" I asked .

"Wait, you are serving me divorce papers!" I exclaimed. I was shocked and honestly in a lot of pain.