Chapter 105- His Torture
Seven months later.
It still feels like a dream, I was waiting to wake up from the nightmare, the nightmare of watching the man I love marrying another woman. It was painful but for my child I had to get better.
A child that was his.
"For God sake, when will the soup be ready?" I asked Bella from the sitting room. Poor Bella, she had been at the receiving end of all my pregnancy hormones.
"Just a few more minutes, sorry miss," she said from the kitchen while I just relaxed as I rubbed my belly bump.
Bella, my mom and nurse Rita have been a very big support for me after everything that happened.
When we wanted to move to Canada, we thought Rita wouldn't come with us, because at that time Bella was still undergoing therapy to get back on her feet, but she insisted on coming which we were grateful for because she was such a big help for not just Bella but me too. She became family to us.
I inhaled the sweet smell of the soup as I felt my baby kick.
"The baby likes the soup too, it's kicking," I said and Bella chuckled as she walked to my with the sweet chicken soup and my mouth couldn't help but salivate.
" There you go, there's enough for the both of you," she said as she handed me the bowl and I closed my eyes inhaling it.
" Yummy, thanks Bella,"
" You're welcome. I have a shift this afternoon, I'll leave as soon as Rita comes back," she said as she sat beside me, I just nodded, too engrossed in my food to even speak.
" I can't wait to meet my little niece or nephew, anyone I'd love him or her, since you've refused to check the gender but believe me I have a feeling it's a boy, he's so strong," she said and I chuckled.
We heard the door open as Rita walked in.
" I'm home, anybody missed me," she said as she walked in with the grocery bags.
" Welcome," Bella said before she stood up to go help her with the bags.
Rita quickly rushed to me and kissed my stomach before she ran back to the kitchen.
" Two months to go and we'll have an addition to the family, isn't that lovely?" Rita said,
" Yeah it is, his kicking is getting frequent, it's like he keeps saying 'Mom I just want to come out,' he'll definitely be a strong boy, but he has to wait a little longer," I said with a smile as I looked at my stomach.
" Yeah."
My days were just about getting up, eating, sleeping watching TV and I just wonder why I'm not as big as a whale yet.
My friends spoil me, my parents were worse.
My parents live here in Canada but for some reasons I didn't want to live with them, my Mom was strongly against it, especially when I told her I was pregnant but she still let me win at the end. She's very good at persuading someone that's why I said let me win.
I got in bed to sleep for the night but my little baby wasn't feeling sleepy yet, he was so active kicking and kicking.
" Are you having a party in there or something?" I asked with a laugh as I took my phone to keep myself busy until I fall asleep.
My face became sour when I saw that the first thing that came up on my screen was news about Cole, I didn't care about him and I don't like that I see news about him.
I quickly clicked on 'I don't want to see this' then I swiped.
He's happy, good luck for him but I have the baby and that's a win for me. What more could I want from life?
I'm happy without him and that's all that matters.
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It's been seven terrible months of torture living with this woman, she had caused nothing but bring me trouble.
I've told her we can't sleep in the same room but each night we still have to fight over it and I end up leaving my room for her. Tonight was one of those nights.
I slammed the door on her face as I locked it from inside and I sighed before I made my way to the bed to have another lonely night.
You'd think she'll leave but just like always, she kept hitting the door for me to open it, screaming about how we're married and should be in the same room. I told her I was her husband by name and nothing else.
I ignored her as I just laid in bed looking at the ceiling thinking of the life I would have had.
What would have life been like if Anna was my wife? I know it wouldn't have been like this. Life would have been better, way better.
Mirabel eventually got tired of hitting the door as she left. I released a breath as I closed my eyes to sleep.
And maybe dream of a life I'll never have.