HIDDEN WIFE : CHAPTER 1 – 10
Chapter 3
Author RACHEAL DENNIS.
RACHEL’S pov.
“Arghhhh” I groaned sleepily as the doorbell wouldn’t stop ringing.
Who in their right senses, would leave their home at this early hour just to wake other people up from sleep? Where is Mrs Jackson? Why isn’t she answering the door?
I released a relief sigh and smiled sleepily in great joy when the bell finally stop ringing, then pulled my duvet over my head and completely covered myself up.
But my joy was short-lived as my duvet was suddenly ripped off me, exposing my skin to the coldness of the room and I angrily sprang up -I normally sleep with only my b ra and panty on.
I glared at her with a displeased expression.
“Fatima, what are you doing here so early in the morning?” I grumbled sleepily.
“Well, good morning to you too, darling” she started folding my duvet even though it’s giving her a hard time. “… besides, it’s already 7:30am, it’s no longer considered early in the morning” she said.
7:30am already? I guess I went to bed very late last night, and it’s all because of that b@stard husband of mine. I pouted my lips.
“Why didn’t you go straight to the cafe since it’s no longer early in the morning?” I asked her, but she ignored me and continued struggling with my duvet.
I leaned back against the headboard, reached for my favorite stuffed animal, a jaguar and hugged it to my chest.
“Go to the cafe and let me sleep for twenty-five minutes” I kssed my jaguar and rested my head on its.
“Sleep?” she scoffed. “In your dreams!”
Fatima frustratingly threw the duvet on the floor, stomped on it and she put her hands on her waist, then narrowed her eyes fiercely at me.
“We both have an unfinished discussion last night, let’s continue from where we stopped” she said.
My mind quickly replayed last night’s event, then I recalled telling her about my plan on divorcing Duncan and I mentally facepalm myself -my blabbermouth!
I could have proceeded with the divorce before telling her, because she’s gonna try talking me out of it, like how she’s been talking me out of it for four years now and I don’t know if I’m strong willed enough to disagree with her this time.
Wait, could it be Duncan’s successfully paid her to keep me hooked to him?
“We don’t have any unfinished discussion, go away and let me sleep” I told her.
“Don’t fk with me, Mrs Baldwin, start talking!” she growled.
“Don’t call me that, I won’t be Mrs Baldwin after today”
She stared at me for a moment, then sighed and her fierce expression was replaced with a sympathetic look, she took a few steps towards me and sat at the edge of my bed.
“Baby, take a deep breath and you need to calm down, you’re only taking a hasty decision right now and it’s not the best way to handle this” she said calmly.
Alright, I know exactly where her car is headed.
“What’s the best way then, because I really don’t know anymore”
“I understand you perfectly fine, but have you sat down and have a heart to heart conversation with your husband? Do you know the reasons he’s been hiding his marital status?”
Of course, I know the reason. They don’t want his female fans to lose interest in him, because the more they crush on him and go crazy over him, the more money he’d make.
“Maybe he’s doing all this to protect you”
“Protect me? From what?” I asked.
“A lot of things” I rolled my eyes. “I can feel that he’s still in love with you and he wouldn’t agree to the divorce”
“In love with me you say? Who stays away from someone they love for six good years without even visiting one day and say hello to them?”
“Rachel… ”
“Fatima, my mind is already made up and there’s nothing you can say at the moment that would make me change my mind”
I put my jaguar aside and slide off the bed, walked towards the closet, I opened it and Duncan’s clothes are the first things that caught my eyes. I sighed.
“Look, his clothes have been hanging here like this for years and you think I’ll be happy seeing them?”
“You’re being influenced by someone to file for divorce, that Mike is surely the instigator and I will make sure I scratch his face next time I see him!” Fatima growled as she punched her left palm with her right fist, as if to illustrate how serious she is.
After searching through my clothes for a few seconds, I snatched a light pink bathrobe and wore it.
“Don’t involve Mike in this, I and Duncan’s issues have nothing to do with him” I said walking out of the closet.
“Of course, it has a lot of things to do with him”
I walked towards the bathroom to do my morning routine; brush my teeth, wash my face and maybe release some waste products.
Fatima followed me and stood outside the door, while I started brushing.
“You don’t strongly wish to divorce Duncan before Mike came into your life…” she paused. “.. hold on, are you two dating or something?” she asked.
“I wish we are…” I trailed off as I got water in my mouth and rinsed every inch of my mouth.
“What? You wish to date that.. that.. that…” she couldn’t even find the right words to say.
“Relax, it’s not possible between us because he’s engaged and his wedding is next month” i told her.
“Really? He’s engaged?”
I nodded with a smile.
“He’s just my lawyer and there’s strictly only business relationship between us” I assured her.
She cleared her throat and tucked some hair behind her ear.
“It’s better that way” she huffed out.
“Let’s go downstairs for breakfast, Mrs Jackson promised to cook my favorite” I said as I walked out of the bathroom and headed towards the door, Fatima quickly rushed after me.
HIDDEN WIFE : CHAPTER 1 – 10
I saw Mrs Jackson standing by the door, when we arrived at the living room, she seemed to be talking to someone outside and I tilted my head slightly to get a glimpse of whoever she’s talking to, but couldn’t.
“Mrs Jackson, who’s at the door?” I asked.
“It’s barrister Mike”
“Let him in” I said and walked towards a sofa.
Fatima glared maliciously at the door, before storming towards another sofa and sat down. Like seriously, I don’t know why she hold so much grudge against Mike.
Mrs Jackson gave way for Mike to come in and he smiled appreciatively at her, then walked towards me.
My eyes settled on a blue file in his hand.
“Good morning, sxy” he greeted me as he leaned towards me and gave me a brief side hug.
Fatima scoffed and coughed as if she’s reminding me of her presence.
“Good morning” I replied Mike’s greeting and pulled away from the hug. “Aren’t you supposed to be at your office at this time?” I asked and glanced at the wall clock.
“Yeah, about that, my fiancee and I are doing our pre-wedding photoshoot today..”
“Awwwwn, that’s so sweet” I gushed with an envious smile.
I never get to wear a real wedding dress, and Duncan and I didn’t even bothered about pre-wedding photoshoot because there was no money for it then.
“.. yeah, hence I decided to deliver your documents before leaving” he said stretching the blue file towards me.
“Well, this is very thoughtful of you, thanks” I thanked him after collecting the file.
“You’re welcome, but I gotta run now” he said as he rushed towards the door. “See you later” he added and dashed out.
I stared at the file with mixed feelings; I’m happy the divorce papers are here and I’ll soon get my freedom, but partly sad because it means the end of Duncan and I.
“Someone just called you sxy and you’re saying he has no interest in you?” Fatima pipped in.
“You heard him just now, he’s doing his pre-wedding photoshoot today” I reminded her of Mike’s words.
She rolled her eyes and scoffed unbelievably.
“Anything can happen, who knows if he’d call off the wedding and break things off with his fiancee because of you”
I giggled hysterically for a very brief moment, then shook my head and dumped the file on the table.
“Don’t think so highly of me, baby” I told her.
Her eyes landed on the file.
“Are you really gonna divorce him?” she asked, referring to Duncan.
“Yes and don’t ask me about it again” she pouted her lips and blinked innocently at me. “You’ll head to the cafe after breakfast and I’ll head over to Duncan’s company”
“You think he’d agree to sign this?”
“Of course, he has no choice”
“Uh, Rachel, I suggest you sit down and… ”
“Mrs Jackson, is breakfast ready yet!” I interrupted Fatima by screaming over words.
“You d’vil” she reached for a cushion and threw it at me, but I stuck out my tongue at her.
She grabbed another cushion and threw it at me, but I dodged it and soon we’re having a pillow f!ght.
HIDDEN WIFE : CHAPTER 1 – 10
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