All Chapters of My Billionaire Husband Wants Me Back : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The first thing I notice when I slowly peel my eyes open is Maya sitting by my side, her focus locked on her phone. The light from the screen reflects on her face, but she doesn’t notice me stirring at first. I blink a few times as I take in my surroundings. The stark white walls and the sterile smell quickly tells me that I’m in a hospital. My heart skips instantly. “What… happened to me?” I ask weakly with a raspy voice as I turn my head to Maya, drawing her attention. Her head snaps up, and relief washes over her face. “You’re awake! Thank God!” she exclaims, quickly rising from the chair and darting out of the room before I can ask anything else. Confused, I struggle to sit up. It’s then I notice the IV line fixed to the back of my hand. The sight unsettles me, though I can’t feel it. My head aches faintly, a dull, persistent throb that clouds my thoughts. I try to remember—what brought me here? The last thing I recall is sitting at the restaurant, having dinner with Maya

Leonard is holding Clara's hand as they walk into the house. Clara is dressed in a radiant green dress with her blonde hair blowing about her in waves to her shoulders. I'm puzzled for a while as they laugh to each other, not realizing my presence at first. It's still midday and Leonard is back home with Clara? It's hard to put together. Leonard hates staying out of work. And they look so cozy and cheerful. I watch her smoothen Leonard's suit and whisper something into his ear which makes him smile broadly. I plan to stay quiet all through but it starts to bite my body just seeing how close they are. Seeing him let her touch him in that manner made my stomach hurt. “You are here…” I say as I drop the spoon noisily on the ceramic plate. My words startle Leonard and he pushes Clara's hands away from his body. Clara on her own side doesn't look anything close to being startled or surprised. “Hey…I didn't see you there” she says first. “You are awake,” Leonard says, smoothing his ti

When I get home, I meet Clara on the couch and Leonard kneeling close to her. He's massaging her feet. When I walk in, Leonard stands to his feet. He looks at as I walk past them without a word. I walk to my room not wanting to care about whatever it is that they were doing. My hand moves to my stomach and I rub it gently. And as I go to bed, all I can think of is my baby. I can't wait to have her in my arms. I can't wait to see my child. The thought leaves a smile on my face as I drift off to sleep. By morning, I decide to do some yoga routine just because I saw it online that it helps with pregnancy. I didn't see any sign of Leonard when I woke up. I just assumed he had gone to work. We haven't slept I the room for some days now. I miss my husband so much and that why I can't wait for his birthday which is in two days time. Thirty minutes later, after the yoga, I go downstairs to have a drink of milk and I stop in my tracks behind the kitchen door when I hear Leonard's voice whic

“They look so good together!” one comment reads. “Clara’s been his shadow lately. Do I smell a romance brewing?” another says.“His wife must be furious. Oh wait, does he even have one anymore?” yet another comment reads. I stare at the screen—at all the comments, unable to look away. The words blurs as tears threaten to spill, but I force them back as I bring myself out from social media, and from the blog post. I couldn't keep reading any of the comments. I press Leonard’s number again, the ringing loud in my ear, like a cruel reminder of his absence. Once again, it goes to voicemail. I dont leaving any message this time. What will I even say?My phone starts ringing as I drop it on the table so that I can calm my head and try to think. I pick it up hastily hoping it's Leonard calling to explain what happened. To say that he forgot or that Clara forced him or maybe that she fell sick or something that made him to go to a gala I knew nothing about with her. But my disappointment

When I wake up the next morning, I find my phone and switch it on only to see too many notifications and messages from Leonard. As much as I don't want to open any of the messages, I feel the need to tap on the message and read through. He sent tons of apology messages. Saying how he would want to see. And if I could come back to the house. One of the messages also says that he misses me. One says he wants me to come back home so that we can talk. I think for a second. Maybe there's a good reason why he did what he did. Maybe Clara forced him to. Maybe I misunderstood what I saw. I type in a reply that I'll come home today and send it to him. I want to look at his face and hear what he has to say. Weather or not he lies, I don't want to know. I just want to hear the reason he did what he did. If I wasn't enough for him anymore. After sending the reply, I come down from the bed and walk to the standing mirror at one end of the room. I look at myself. My belly has started making s