?Married To A Billionaire?
(The Billionaire Wife)
Episode 44
????Written by Authoress Quinny ????
?Elizabeth pov ?
“Come on, please open the door.” mom yelled.
“Go away!” I shouted.
“Please, for the sake of your baby.” She sighed. “You have to eat,”
I grabbed my pillow, covered my face with it and screamed.
She continued to knock.
I rolled myself to the edge of the bed. I dragged my feet onto the ground, my legs lifting my weight. I felt a heat of nosier, my legs could barely supporting my weight. My legs were crumbling.
I walked to the door leaning onto the hall.
These were the effects of skipping two meals while pregnant.
Mom didn’t make any comment about my appearance, because she knew how sensitive I was these days. She helped me onto the bed and placed a tray of food on my lap. On my plate was scrambled eggs and baken with toast.
Even though it was one of my favourite breakfasts, I still don’t have an appetite to eat.
“Are you going to eat that? I’m not leaving until that plate is empty.” She said.
At first, I thought she was joking only later to discover she meant every word. She didn’t leave until there wasn’t a single breadcrumb in my plate.
Having someone watch you while eating his creepy, but having your mother watch you eating is intense.
After breakfast I felt so much better, my strength had been restored.
I took a shower allowing the cold water to run down my body as I felt a chill down my spine.
I got dressed in a pink floral dress.
On my way to the garden in the backyard, I grabbed a copy of ‘Put your baby to sleep new edition.’
I sat on a bench. As always, it made me feel at ease. It was a way of me connecting with nature, just sitting there and listening to the Mockingjay.
I open the book on my lap, for some reason, I could not get myself to pay attention to the book. My attention was diverted to the three birds in the oak tree, one was the mother and the other the check she was feeding her check while the father appeared to be preparing the nest.
‘At least they’re happy,’ I found myself thinking.
“There you are!” I heard a loud voice.
I was immediately brought out of my thoughts. I turn my head to find the source of the voice.
It was Mrs Greene walking towards me in her four-inch heels holding blue and pink balloons that readout congratulations.
Walking behind her was Addy our housemaid who was carrying several paper bags that seemed to be overpowering her.
As soon as she was of arms reach, she released the balloons causing them to fly all over. She pulled me into a hug nearly suffocating me.
Addy dropped the bags onto the grass before she gave me a small smile, perhaps it was a look of pity.
“I’m sorry, I’m just really excited.” Mrs Greene said. “How are you? How is the baby? I hope you eating alright because it could be bad for the baby. I know a great place that sells all-natural foods that are good for the baby. Speaking of good there’s also this place I can drive you to for Antenatal classes. They the best in town.”
Before I could answer she just kept on coming up with more questions and statements it was as if she was answering herself. She was like a machine that couldn’t turn off.
“I’m sorry, Nick told me you had bre@st cancer.” I finally spoke.
“What?” she said.
She was clueless.
“Oh,” she finally said, eyes-wide-open.
“That was just me trying to manipulate my son’s into giving me grandchildren,” she said.
“Although it didn’t work. Boys are useless,” She muttered.
“Anyways, that doesn’t matter now. I’m going to be a grandmother. Why didn’t you tell me.” She said pulling me into another hug.
I was dumbfounded. I felt the anxiety start to kick in as my heart began beating fast.
“How did you find out?” I said in a soft anxious awkward laugh.
“It wasn’t any trouble, I beat it of Nick.”
An image of Mrs Greene beating Nick popped into my head. I place the smile on her face on my face. I wonder if she beat him with her shoe, belt or both.
“Do you know the gender yet?” She asked.
“No, I’ll let it be a surprise,” I said.
“Okay, let’s go. I booked an appointment at a spa for the two of us.
That day she made sure to keep me on my feet.
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“How about this one?” Mrs Greene asked holding out small baby trousers.
“I think it’s…” I began.
Before I finished answering she interrupted me.
“Nah, it’s too old. There is no way my grandchild is wearing this,” she said.
Mrs Greene invited me to her house. We were in her basement looking at some old baby clothes that probably belong to The three stooges (Nick, Charles, and Michael).
I didn’t know how to tell her I didn’t like any of these clothes. I didn’t want to break her heart. It’s been a week since she found out and there hasn’t been a day she didn’t invite me over or come to our house instead. She insisted that I call her Janette.
I’d asked her not to tell Charles until I told him myself and she agreed.
“Mom! I saw your message.”
Mrs Greene and I turned to see a figure walking down the stairs towards us.
It was Charles wearing black jeans and a white T-shirt. He looked so carefree and handsome. It was as if I was falling in love all over again.
He looked stunned the moment he saw me but he quickly redirected his attention to his mother.
“What do you need me here for?” He asked.
“I need you to help us lift some boxes.” She answered.
Charles set on the arm of the couch while I sat on the couch next to him.
“Hi,” he said.
“Hi,” I answered with a small smile.
“Looks, Charles!” Mrs Greene yelled getting our attention.
“It’s your Nu-nu,” she said holding out a teddy bear.
“You named your teddy bear Nu-nu,” I said bursting into tears.
“He couldn’t say bunny at the time so he named him Nu-nu, it was so cute,” she said.
I continued to laugh.
“If you want, I have a whole box full of teddy bears.”
“No!” Charles yelled. “I thought you burnt those.
Now his ears had turned into a bright pink.
“Why would I do? You’ll always be my little Doodles,” she said pinching his cheeks.
I continue to laugh.
He was now covering his face with the palm of his hand.
Suddenly I felt that empty void between Charles and I was filled. There was no tension between us anymore.
I continued to laugh at funny stories of his childhood.
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“Hello,” I said answering the phone.
“Lizzy is that you?” said a hoarse voice.
“Ma?” I said.
I finally recognized her voice. It was my grandmother from my dad’s side.
Nick was looking at me eyebrow raised while he laid on the couch.
“Lizzie, you sound so grown-up. I haven’t seen you in a while. I miss you so much.” She said, her voice thick in sadness.
“I miss you too,” I said.
“When are you coming to see me, the only time I ever see you is at funerals. The next funeral is going to be mine, I’m old.”
“Don’t say that you still strong and healthy.” (I’m sure otherwise my parents would have moved her to an old age home). “You’ll live a long life,” I assured her.
“I hope you come to visit soon, the house is really quiet.”
“I will,” I replied.
Before I could say anything else my phone switched off going on zero percent.
I nearly threw my phone on the floor in frustration, phones are never useful then you truly needed them.
“That is why we charge our phones,” Nick said sarcastically.
It was 2 p.m. and dad was at work and mom had an appointment. Nick uninvitedly came over.
I threw myself on the couch Nick was sitting on.
“What do you want to do?” I asked.
“We can play board games,” Nick suggested.
“Do I look like a five-year-old?” I asked.
“H0rmones,” Nick muttered.
**Ding dong,**
the doorbell rang.
“You get it, I’m too tired,” I said kicking Nick on his arm.
He signed then walked to the door opening the door to the stranger.
“Hi, I’m Caleb Hale. Is Mrs Elizabeth Jane Greene at home?”
I immediately set up straight at the mention of my name. That’s when I remembered, I was still married to Charles.
“Yes, who are you?” Nick asked.
“I’m Charles Green’s lawyer.” He replied.
“Please come in,” Nick said.
I could hear the sound of the footsteps.
His deep mellifluous voice matched his face. He was classically handsome with dirty blonde hair and grey eyes that reminded me of the Moon. I continued to stare at him as he walked in.
‘Probably the h0rmones again,’ I thought to myself.
I readjusted myself on the couch. I offered him a seat opposite us which he gladly took.
“I would hate to take much of your time so let’s just get to the point,” he said.
He opened his briefcase then took out a folder before handing it over to me.
“What is this?” I asked.
“Your husband has filed for a divorce.”
At the mention of those words are felt numb in my brain, like everything was suddenly in slow motion.
“The details of the hearing are to be finalized, we’ll keep you in contact Mrs Jane,” he said,
There was a long pause of silence in the room. I was still deciding how I’m supposed to react. Whether I should be like “Oh, I never loved him anyway, this is the best news I’ve heard in a while,” or like “Oh at least I’m getting half of everything he owns.
“Thank you for your time.” He said before walking out again.
I was left speechless, still trying to process what he had just said.
My marriage was over any hopes of being with him were shattered right before my eyes.
Did I mean so little to him that he couldn’t come here and do it himself that he needed to send a lawyer?
“It will be okay,” Nick said massaging my shoulders.
I felt tears whelming up in my eyes.
“I need some space,” I said. “Somewhere I can think. I’m going to my grandmother for a while.” I said.
“Are you sure there’s plenty of space here. You’ll be more comfortable.”
“No!” interrupted. “I need to do this for myself.”
I was an emotional wreck.
He signed deeply.
“When do you plan on going?”
“Right now,” I answered.
“Can I at least drive you there. I don’t think it’s safe for you to drive in your condition.”
“I’m pregnant, not mentally ill. Besides I’m still two months away so it’s completely safe for me to drive.”
“I know you are capable of driving yourself. I’ll just feel much it ease if I drove you there myself.”
“Can you just let me do this myself. Pregna.nt women drive all the time. I’m not the first woman to get pregn@nt and I won’t be the last!”
“I’m not going to win this argument am I?” He asked.
“No, you won’t,” I replied.
He started running his hand through his hair.
“What do you need me to do?” he asked.
“You can help me pack,” I suggested.
We move to my room, he helped me pack my suitcase.
What was awkward was when he saw the panties that I had sneaked under my suitcase in the hope that he wouldn’t see it.
I was wrong he saw it. I had my back turned.
Just as he about to ask me what it was he realized what he had in his hand.
To my surprise, he didn’t react the way I thought he would.
He pretended like it didn’t happen, I was glad. Discussing the colour of my panty was not a conversation I would like to have with Nick.
He helped carry my suitcase to the boot of the car. He waited until I settled myself in the car.
“Do you have your seatbelt on?” He asked.
“Yes,” I replied.
“Do you have your driver’s license.”
“Yes,” I said again.
“Did you check the oil of your car or if you have enough petrol?”
“I’ll be fine, I can do this,” I said.
I had a long two-hour drive ahead of me. I looked at my watch to see that it was already 4 p.m.
I waved Nick goodbye as I drove out of the parking lot.
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I groaned as I drove in the now nearly empty main road. It was already 6:30, I should have arrived but I was stuck in traffic. 5:00 was rush-hour, everyone rushing to get home.
I stopped at the red stoplight as I waiting impatiently for it to turn green I looked around to see that they were no cars in all four directions but I waited anyway.
The roads were empty, this region of the city looked deserted.
I took a breath of relief as the stoplight turned green. Twenty more kilometres and I would arrive.
I turn to the right onto the highway, before I had fully l made a turn I felt a dump as a truck collided into the side of my car.
It pushed my car over to the pavement flipping my car upside down, my head bumped into the steering wheel causing my head to bleed as my vision blurred out.
I saw a blurry image of the truck as it stood still right in front of my car.
I watch the truck make a u-turn then drove away.
I was a victim of a hit-and-run.
I felt a shock of pain on my abdomen. My whole body became rigid as I fell into paralysis.
The pain continued to worsen.
I felt like something had been pierced through my stomach.
I kept praying that my baby would make it out alive. My own safety was my last concern. I had lived long enough.
“God please save my baby,” I continue to pray.
Was this how I was meant to die? Was someone ever going to find me here?
I felt my eyelids weaken as my eyes begin to close
I blacked out.
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