?Married To A Billionaire?
(The Billionaire Wife)
Episode 33
????Written by Authoress Quinny ????
?Elizabeth pov?
“What are you doing here?”
“I’m..”
“I told you, it’s over between us!”
“Charles, I’m pregnant with your child.”
Charles stood there for a second not knowing what to say before he finally spoke.
“What!” Charles exclaimed.
I could tell he was in shock.
“I said I’m pregnant Charles, and you are the father of my baby.”
He stood there completely silent not knowing what to say or do, he wasn’t even denying it.
I couldn’t take this anymore, it was just way too much for me to handle.
As I turned around I accidentally knocked into the glass vase, bringing their attention to me.
‘Why Elizabeth? You just had to be clumsy’. I mentally scold myself.
They both looked at me wondering what had just happened, Charles looked surprised to see me.
The look on Charles’s face was completely priceless.
Dion on the other hand, she looked thrilled.
( For all those who might have forgotten Dion is the girl Elizabeth meet at the dinner party hanging on Charles and also his ‘side chicken’)
I didn’t know how to react or how to feel right now.
A part of me was saying ‘maybe you heard wrong’ or ‘This isn’t a big deal’. But it was a big deal, this was a baby for Christ’s sake.
To think that I fell in love with him.
“Elizabeth, I can explain,” Charles said, I could hear the shock in his voice, at the same time I could tell he was nervous.
I stood there, on the same spot completely speechless, it was as if I had lost my tongue and my body was paralyzed.
I felt like I was trapped inside a reality I couldn’t escape.
“It’s not what it seems like,” he spoke again.
“Of cause its what it seems like, you got me pregn.ant,” Dion interrupted.
The tears I was trying to hold back finally kicked in.
I couldn’t believe it.
I started taking steps back, the more I stepped back so did he move forward.
I ran to my room as fast as I could with tears running down my face.
Charles was running after me calling my name.
As soon as I got inside my room I locked the door and pulled the couch behind the door in case he tried anything.
Our lives would never be the same again, not like we would have planned.
I felt like I was going insane.
He kept on knocking on my door repeatedly telling me to let him in.
I just didn’t want to see him, couldn’t he understand that.
I just wanted to be alone.
At least, until I sort myself out.
I looked at the time it was 1 a.m and I was still wide awake. I was laying on the corner of my room.
I was starting to get used to my new reality.
I stood up slowly balancing on the wall. All that crying had made me weak.
Then I realized something, this wasn’t worth it.
I can’t believe I was crying over someone who just cheated on me, this wasn’t worth my tears.
How could I be so stupid?
I finally see the real Charles.
Tears were still running down my face. I wiped all my tears away then washed my face in the bathroom. I felt a lot better.
There was only one problem, I had to get out of here.
I felt like I couldn’t breathe in this house, I couldn’t stand another second in this awful curse of a marriage.
I had to get out of this house right now, but where would I go at 1 a.m.
I couldn’t go out through the door, they would see me.
The only way out of this h.ell was through the window.
I couldn’t exactly go get a ladder because that will be stupid and they would find me.
The only idea I had was from a stupid movie.
I had to give it a try, right?
I gathered all my bed sheets and blankets, I tied them all into a long rope. It took me a while to figure it out but I finally did it.
I tied the one end onto the fitted wardrobe opposite the window and throw the other end down.
I looked down to see just how far down it was and honestly, it was a long way down I don’t know if this was going to work.
There was no way convincing me out of this idea so I went with it anyway.
I know this was a cr@zy idea but I had already convinced myself I was going to do it.
Luckily my room is upstairs so the windows don’t have any burglary bars.
I climbed out of the window holding onto the rope, hitting the ground safely.
Once out of the house it was easy getting out through the main gate.
The lights inside the house were still on and his car was parked outside so Charles must have been at home.
I kept on turning back and forth making sure I wasn’t being followed.
I just couldn’t risk it again.
I didn’t know where I was going I was just walking, it always helped clear my mind.
I ended up in the last place anyone would think of.
My grandmother’s home, well her apartment. She doesn’t live there but whenever she came she would stay here because she couldn’t stand my mother.
Sometimes when I didn’t feel like dealing with my parents I would just come here, It became my safe house.
It’s the last place anyone could think of because no one knows my grandmother has an apartment she doesn’t leave in.
I took the key that was hidden inside the large vase of ‘fake’ flowers just outside the door. My grandmother always kept it there.
As I got inside it’s like I could feel my grandmother’s presence.
I had to get used to this, this was going to be my new life.
I was tired of always doing what other people want me to and for always suffering because of other people’s actions.
I looked through the cupboards and the fridge but there wasn’t anything to eat and I was starving.
My grandmother probably hasn’t been here for a while. She was never told about ‘my wedding’ because my mom knew she would be against it.
My grandmother from my mom’s side, let us just say she’s fake.
I saw jar filled with coins on her nightstand, whenever she came from the market she would always put all the change in there.
There was no store opened at this time but there was twenty-four-hours pizza delivery.
I ordered a pizza online then slabbed myself on the bed.
I was so tired, my body was prepped to give up on life.
I couldn’t keep my eyes open, but I couldn’t sleep either because my stomach was growling.
I heard a knock on the door hoping it was the pizza guy.
I opened the door, to my greatest surprise it wasn’t the pizza delivery guy, it was Charles.
He looked like a complete mess, his hair was messed up and his shirt wasn’t even tucked in and with all of that he still managed to look good.
How did he find me?
The tears that had stopped started coming once again, it hurts so much just to look at his face.
I was ready to forget all about him and forget the fact that this disastrous fack marriage ever happened.
“I never want to see you again,” I yelled.
I was about to reach the Breaking Point.
“Please, I can explain,”
‘Again with that line’.
“I don’t wanna hear anything coming from you ever again. It will only cause us so much pain.”
Once again, I shut the door in his face for the last time, hoping I would never see him again.
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