Chapter 14: I am pregnant!

Divine and I were sitting in our spacious living room, snuggled up together, watching movies and enjoying some snacks and wine. But I could sense that something was off with Ronald. Physically, he was right beside me, but mentally, he seemed distant, lost in his own thoughts. It was clear that he was preoccupied with something.

I couldn't help but notice the unease in his eyes. We had always been open and honest with each other, so I could tell when he was hiding something. The air felt heavy with unspoken words, and it was starting to affect the atmosphere between us. I knew that whatever was bothering him, it was important for our relationship that he shared it with me.

As I rested my head on his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, I knew it was time for him to speak up. I wanted to be his wife, to share a future with him, but that required complete trust and transparency. I couldn't bear the thought of building our marriage on a foundation of secrets.

Ronald needed to confront his past with Tola before we could fully move forward. I understood the complexities and emotions tied to his previous relationship, especially now that he revealed they had children together. It was a heavy burden for him to carry, and I could see the pain in his eyes as he grappled with how to reveal this truth to me.

But I wanted him to know that I was there for him, ready to listen and support him through it all. I knew it wouldn't be easy, and I might feel hurt or betrayed initially, but keeping such a significant secret from me would only breed more resentment and distance between us.

I wanted Ronald to understand that I valued our relationship above all else. I didn't want him to fear my reaction or worry that I would feel abandoned again. I wanted us to face this together, as a team. The strength of our love could withstand the challenges and obstacles that lay before us.

So, as we sat there in silence, I gently lifted my head from his chest, looking into his eyes with a mix of concern and love. I softly spoke, "Ronald, my love, I sense that something is bothering you. Please know that I'm here for you, and I want us to be completely honest with each other. Whatever it is, we'll face it together. Trust in our love, and let's find a way forward, no matter how difficult it may seem."

I hoped my words would encourage him to open up, to share his fears and concerns, and ultimately, to find a resolution that would strengthen our bond rather than tear us apart.

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Ronald and I were sitting in our spacious living room, wrapped in each other's arms, enjoying a cozy movie night with snacks and wine. But despite the physical closeness, I could sense that something was amiss. Ronald's distant expression and lack of engagement made it clear that his mind was elsewhere. It worried me deeply because we had always prided ourselves on our open and honest communication.

As I laid my head on his chest, seeking comfort and closeness, I decided to address the elephant in the room. I couldn't ignore the fact that Ronald seemed preoccupied and distant, even though we were supposed to be enjoying our time together.

"Babe, is everything okay?" I asked, searching his eyes for answers.

His sudden shift in attention startled me as he snapped out of his thoughts. I couldn't help but notice his shocked reaction to my words.

"Wait, did I hear you correctly? What did you just say?" he asked, clearly taken aback.

I couldn't help but feel frustrated at his lack of response to my earlier discussions about our future. It seemed that only when I mentioned being pregnant did he truly pay attention. I wanted the truth from him, no matter how difficult it might be to hear.

"Ronnie," I said, my voice tinged with disappointment, "I've been talking about our future and expressing my feelings, but it feels like you haven't been fully present. I need you to be honest with me. What is going on with you?"

He apologized, acknowledging that he had a lot on his mind. I appreciated his honesty, but I also wanted him to understand the importance of open communication in our relationship.

"It's alright, I understand that you're going through something," I reassured him, sitting up and giving him my full attention.

I then decided to share my concerns with him. I mentioned my awareness of the tension between him and Tola, as well as the presence of another person who seemed to be pursuing him. I wanted him to realize that I knew more than he thought, and it was time for him to come clean about everything.

"Ronald, I'm giving you two minutes to tell me the truth," I firmly stated, my emotions welling up. "If you lie to me or keep things from me, I will walk out that door and never come back."

He began to explain that he was involved in some dangerous activities as part of a group of 25 individuals. He confessed to doing things that I wouldn't approve of, and that someone had been targeting him.

But before he could finish, I interrupted him, wanting to know what had happened to the chef and feeling a wave of sadness wash over me.

"What did you do to the chef?" I asked, tears streaming down my face.

His words became muddled as I raised my hand, signaling him to stop. The pain in my heart was unbearable. I had spent years searching for my father, only to discover that the man I loved was his enemy.

"All this time we've spent together, you've been hiding the truth from me," I said, my voice trembling with anguish. "Did you ever truly love me, or was I just a means to an end, a pawn in your plan to get to my father?"

As Ronald looked at me, unable to find the right words, I already knew the answer deep down.

"I don't need to hear any more," I declared, my voice quivering with hurt. I swiftly made my way upstairs, pulling my clothes from the walk-in closet and throwing them onto the floor.

Ronald followed me, pleading for me to listen, professing his love. But I couldn't bear it any longer. The foundation of trust we had built had crumbled, and it was time

 for me to walk away.

"If you truly loved me, you would have been honest from the start," I said, tears streaming down my face. "I need some time alone. Please, don't follow me or try to find me. And stop claiming ownership over me. You don't control me."

I packed my bags, my vulnerability on full display, and struggled to gather my belongings. The house staff watched, concerned for my well-being. Musa, one of the employees, offered his assistance, understanding the pain I was going through.

"Thank you, Musa," I whispered, my voice barely audible. 

He insisted on driving me to one of his hotels, providing a safe space for me to contemplate my next steps. I silently nodded, appreciating his concern and not wanting to discuss Ronald any further.

Musa informed Ronald of our decision, emphasizing that I needed time and space to process everything. With a heavy heart, I left the house, leaving behind the shattered remains of a relationship that once held so much promise.