Chapter 2

Sandra’s POV

I opened my eyes slowly, scrutinising the place I was in. The last thing I remembered was arguing about the divorce letters and my heart ached to think he still insisted on divorce.

“Ms. Jones. You are finally awake.” I heard an unfamiliar voice and I directed my eyes to the voice. Someone was wearing a white dress and had glasses on.

I was in the hospital with a doctor. I gripped the spreadsheet of the bed, standing up to realisation. I remembered now. My vision was blurred as I looked at the doctor, who had a worried look on his face.

“I'm glad you took your time to recover. I'm Dr. Gael.” He revealed and I frowned.

“What am I doing here?” I questioned while he smiled.

“You were rushed in by some couple and they revealed you fainted. We….”

“Wait, some couples?” I asked and he nodded in response. “Perhaps the lady's hair was tinted pink?” I queried and he nodded again.

Couples? Brian was really into the lady?!

“Something wrong?” He asked, staring at my confused face while I faked out a smile.

“Like I was saying, we conducted a test to be sure of whatever the symptoms are. The test result indicates that you are pregnant.” He declared and I was stiff.

I was stunned. The news hit me like a ton of bricks, leaving me breathless and reeling as I stared down at my stomach.

“Are you okay?” He asked and I gazed at him.

“I'm fine, I'm fine,” I said repeatedly as he just stared at me in concern.

“The man brought in some luggage and he stated that they were yours.” He said, pointing in the direction of my traveling bags.

He threw me out of his house even in my unconscious state? How heartless can you be, Brian? Two years of my life wasn't enough for you? I'm even carrying your child and I will have to live out of your world? Those thoughts were stuck in my brain and to think he dumped me for another lady broke my heart into pieces. The sting returned to my eyes, and I bit my lips to suppress the emotions.

Should I even terminate the pregnancy now and right now? Thinking about my family and moving into their house, knowing that I'm pregnant, won't they forsake me?

I couldn't stop my imagination from running wild as I left the hospital, boarding a cab to my destination. I placed my hand on the side views as I gently stared at every house and street we passed.

I had been perfect. Alone in my world, and living life to my taste when he came in. He’d appeared like my knight in shining armour, a part of me that I didn’t know I was missing, telling me he cherished all the moments we had.

“I love you, Sandra. And I don't know how I would have lived my life without you.” His statement still rings a bell in my ears. That moment he kissed my lips, saying he hoped we should last forever.

“Till eternity.”

His vows were all bullshit. Men are scum but picking out my scum seems difficult to me. Being sent out of his house, my tears flowed down heavily, the way he just changed overnight into someone I barely knew, a stranger.

I was left with one hope. Just one hope—My parents' house.

Getting out of the cab, I dragged my luggage into the big family house compound where the moment of childhood came in afresh. We couldn't even eat three squares a day. Going to the charity night was a blessing to my family. I was there to be helped and I believe I found grace but it started to get into my head after all of this happened.

My eyes scrutinised the parking garage and I saw two cars parked outside. Brian made this possible. He must have thought I was some gold digger because of my parents' constant requests.

Was that why he asked for a divorce? I wasn't even sure I signed those divorce papers.

I pressed on the alarm. And after some minutes, the door clicked open to reveal Melody, my sister. Her face turned into an ugly smear of recognition, and with a surprised look, she stared down at my bags.

“Sandra, Why do you look like some douchebag? Your eyes are puffy, your nose crinkled and your face dejected,” She said, her hand touching my face in worry.

“Can I get in?” I asked, not responding to her question as she paved the way for me.

Just like me, Melody had black hair and hazel eyes, people often mistake us with each other. Calling me Melody and her me. I had to even curl my hair, so they could differentiate us.

The striking resemblance was there and it made me wonder why we didn't come out as twins.

“Sandra,” My mother called, her grey eyes shone at me in delight, and she adjusted her curly blonde hair. She flung her hands open to welcome me.

This was what I needed, a heartwarming embrace from who I called my family.

“To what do we owe the visit?” I heard my father ask as he slowly stepped down the trail. “Sandra.” He said, his hazel eyes staring at me in amusement.

“Father, Mother.”

“She brought her bag, Father,” Melody said and their eyes stared down at the bag in confusion.

“Her eyes are puffy and she looked like some….”

“Stop,” I spoke suddenly, stopping her from saying any more words.

“What happened?” My mother inquired and I sighed.

This was where the problem came in.

“I…me… Brian…” I stuttered as I struggled to put words together. I gulped down and continued. “We divorced,” I announced and they all screamed, except Melody who just stood still and chuckled.

“Divorce?” My father asked, suddenly getting alert. “What have you done?” That was his next question and I was taken aback a little with his choice of words.

What did I do? How did he immediately assume that the divorce was my doing?

“I didn't do anything, Father. He just brought in divorce papers, and asked me to sign.”

Melody snickered, hand covering her mouth.

“I thought you were Mrs. Perfect? I believed the handsome billionaire man wouldn't stoop low to get involved with you. Poor and wretched. Permit me to say that.” Melody scoffed and rolled her eyes.

For what reason would she say that? I thought I had heard it all until I heard the next words of my father. He had a stern expression on his face as he said,

“You can't live here.”