Chapter 2

VALENTINA 

“Natha…” I choked on my saliva, my neck hurt as he tightened his grip on my neck, choking life out of me.

“Fuck.” Natt cussed, he let go of me like he just realized what he was doing wasn't okay. He threw a hand to his head, scratching his hair as he paced back and forth.

I winced as I moved away from the wall. My neck hurt, my back hurt, my heart ached so much but I wasn't worried about ant of those. I worried about Natt, I worried about my husband. He wasn't himself and it bothered me.

“Are you o–okay?” I asked, moving a little closer to him. I made to grab his hand but Natt stepped back, letting my hand dropped to my side.

“Do yourself a favor, don't touch me. Don't fucking touch me if you don’t want me to kill you.” he breathed out, his chest rose and fell faster than normal.

“Why?” I honestly have no idea as to why Natt would be treating me like his enemy. “Why are you doing this to me?” my heart was racing in my chest and I wondered what I did to my husband that made him to hate me so much. We have always wanted a child, and now that I was carrying his child he didn't seem to like it.

“You are seriously asking me why I am doing this?” Natt laughed out, there was pain in his laughter and I felt a pang in my chest. When did my husband became like this? This wasn't the man that I married.

“I seriously don't know what I did that makes you to hate me this much. This is not right, Natt. If I offend you, you should just tell me what I do so wrong to anger you, treating me like this isn't right. It hurt so much.” tears kept streaming down my eyes, my neck was still hurting but the pain in my heart was just too much that it made me cry.

Natt nodded as if he had been expecting that reply from me. He didn't believe that I didn't know what I did. My heart was bleeding and it seemed like I was going to die as Natt walked up to fetch his briefcase. He pulled out something that I couldn't see very clearly. Something wasn't right with the way he was taking dangerous steps towards me. I could feel the anger radiating from him.

“This,” Natt stopped right in front of me, he raised what was in his hand and it happened to be a picture. A picture I hadn't seen before. “This is what you did, you dirty slut.” he barked, slapped the picture on my chest and I gasped with how hard his hand slammed on my chest. 

I took the picture and my eyes widened at what I was seeing. It was a picture of me kissing a man that I had never met before. With a shaky voice, I asked. “What is this?”

“Huh?” Natt scoffed and I shook my head, not understanding everything that was happening.

“Can you tell me what this is?” I asked, checked the picture for the second time and I could swear he wasn't pulling any stunt. The person in the picture looked just like me, but it wasn't me. I swear, it wasn't me.

“You are an hypocrite. A fucking pretender. I hate you so much. I regret ever loving you.” Natt shouted, hand clenching into a tight fist and he punched the wall above my head, sending fear to my mind.

“When are you going to tell me?” he yelled to my face, his hot breath fanned my cheek and I gulped down the confused lump in my throat.

“T—tell you what?” I stuttered. I shouldn't be stuttering because that would give my husband a wrong idea. But I couldn't help it since he was driving me crazy. Natt was driving me nut and I hoped to God everything that has been happening was a prank he was pulling on me.

“You are leaving me, aren't you?” he asked the question that left me speechless. Since I started going out with Natt to this moment, I had never for once think of leaving him. He was everything I had ever wanted and I loved him so much. 

“God. Natt. Where did you hear such nonsense? I'm not leaving you. Where would I even go if I leave you? I have no one.” I cried out, grabbed my head in both hand because I was beginning to feel dizzy. I felt light and I might collapse at any moment.

“But you do have where to go.” he let out a laugh that didn't reach his eyes and I arched my brow, wondering what he meant by that.

“Aren’t you going with your lover to this address?” he pulled out a piece of paper from his suit jacket and raise it high for me to see. “You wrote this address with your own hand, yeah? This is your fucking handwriting.” 

Maybe I had been diagnosed with amnesia that I didn't know because I could swear with my life that the unfamiliar address that was inscribed on the paper was written with my handwriting. What the heck was going on?

“Natt, I think you should calm down and hear me out. I knew nothing about the man in this picture and how this address was written with my handwriting. Someone might be trying to get between us, please calm down and listen to me.” my legs were vibrating and my head was banging. Nothing was making sense anyone and it didn't seemed like Nathaniel was pulling a stunt either.

“No.” he shook his head and moved away from me. “No one is behind this. I am trying to believe that it might be a mere rumour at first, but not anymore.” he sighed and my heart hammered against my chest.

“Everything is starting to make sense. You are pregnant? How, how can you say you are pregnant when I have been shooting blanks?” he winced and I staggered backwards, tumbling to the floor.

How was he shooting blanks? Who the fuck told him he had been shooting blanks? I was carrying his child, he was the only one I had been having sex with which meant the baby was his. So how was he shooting blanks?

“As if fucking around wasn't enough. You have the gut to get pregnant for another man and called the bastard mine? You're a shameless slut.” Natt spat out and I remained still on the floor. I couldn't bring myself to defend myself from the accusation that had been laid out on me.

I was overwhelmed by the accusation. I was dumbfounded and I sat down there, trying to make sense of everything. Natt didn't let me get my thoughts straight before he headed for his briefcase and pulled out a file.

“I met the lawyer this night and I have prepared the paper. Sign the paper and get the fuck out of my house—my life, and go ahead to go live with your lover. Do whatever you want with your life I don't care.” Natt blurted out and I sprang up to my feet.

“Natt, you are not doing this, are you? You are not going to divorce me because of this rumour? I swear to God everything is a lie. I'm not seeing anyone and the baby is yours—ours. I'm not cheating on you, I swear.” tears rolled down my eyes, blinding me slightly. Natt grunted out and I felt the violent in his grunt so I moved a little backwards.

“I have never felt this urge to murder anyone before. I can't guarantee your safety if you don't sign this fucking paper right now and get the hell out of my house.” he huffed, throwing the paper and a pen at me.

I wanted to beg, I wanted to explain myself but the look on Natt’s face didn't let me say anything. I stared at the paper and I watched as my tears poured on the paper that a rush of raindrop.

“You have nothing when I met you, I made you who you are and the only way you could repay me is by cheating on me? You're such an ungrateful slut and I cursed the day I met you.” Natt sniffed and I watched as my hand moved on the paper as I hastily signed on it.

I was broken and my mind was racing as different thoughts made their way to my mind. I was loosing my mind and the urge to leave the suffocating room was so high. I need to clear my head, I need to understand what was going on because I didn't understand anything anymore.

Natt grabbed the paper from me and sneered at me. It was obvious that I sickened him and he wanted me out of his presence. I made to turn in the direction of our room but his voice stopped me.

“I own everything in this house, don't bother to pack anything and just leave already.” he hissed before going to the couch. My chest tightened and my clammy hands grabbed my nightie as I walked out of the house. My vision was getting blurry and I couldn't see where I was going as I kept walking blindly in the cold street.

I bumped into a trash can and I fell down on my stomach. My stomach hit a rock and I felt a sharp pain in the lower of my abdomen.

“Aargh!” I cried out, wrapping a palm on my stomach as the pain went to my toes and journeyed back to my belly.

My stomach hurt and my vision was getting blurry as I laid there on the floor, groaning in pain.

I heard an approaching footsteps but I couldn't call for help as my eyes were beginning to shut down on their own. 

“Hello, are you okay?” a manly voice asked behind me, but that was the last thing I heard before my eyes shut down completely.

A lone tear dropped from my eye as I drifted to unconscious. No. I wasn't okay.