Chapter 38: Chapter 38
3 MONTHS LATER
Perched at my preferred spot beside the pool, I cruise my eyes around the placid turquoise waters. I am always calmed by the sight of the still blue water. Unfortunately, my life has yet to become this nonbelligerent.
The past three months have been just like hell on earth in this house. Nothing has altered, even with my belly bump that is beginning to show. Ooh, yes. I am feeling it as we speak, wanting to feel the magic of a life thriving inside of me once again, but I know I am dreaming. It’s too early to feel it kick, but I cannot help the ebullience and gloating that come with it.
I can vividly recall how beautiful it was before I felt my baby kick me. I would always grimace and get lost in that magical feeling. It is such a sweet, beautiful moment I would have wished to live in forever, but now I cannot help the vexation and the anxiety.
I might have succeeded in getting pregnant, but the fright of the past always manages to catch up with the euphoria of this. What if the past repeats itself again? What if… that is a thought I always try to kick out of my mind as soon as it crosses, but it comes way too often and fervid. What I experienced was terrible, and it always scares me to death whenever I think of that heart-tearing incident.
The pessimistic part is that I still have not found the proper time or way to tell Liam about my fears. He still doesn’t know that he was once a father too. His seed was growing inside of me when we parted ways. I wonder what his reaction will be when I finally tell him. Will he be mad at me? I know he deserves to know why sometimes I act up. He asked me countless times what the problem was, but I only use my pregnancy mood swings as an escape.
I know I can’t hide it from him forever. He is not that stupid either. I am already thinking that he senses something wrong because, of late, he doesn’t easily buy that lie. And I feel bad badgering him with this because that is exactly why I am keeping this secret from him. He has so much on his plate that I do not want to add more to it. But until when? He needs to know the truth. At least that way, he would know what to say or do whenever he found me in that situation.
I have no doubts about his love for me. If only this nightmare were over, I have no slight doubt that we would be basking in our happy ever after already. Only this problem, which we haven't found a solution to because these fools turned out to be smarter than we anticipated, is the only obstacle obscuring our path to happiness. So, I probably should just tell him. I should come out clean for his sake and mine as well.
“For someone who has almost managed to wreck my hard-built home, don’t you think you are acting up too much? Or are you growing some conscience?"
That irritating voice She has been a bitch and a granitic witch to me even more than she was. The news of my pregnancy broke loose the only tiny thread that tied her little dignity and sanity together. She has shown us hell, but we have managed to dance through it all. And we are not giving up. Not now, not ever!
And did she say conscience? My conscience has been speckless ever since I learned of her conspiracy with her parents to ruin Liam. The hell she has made him go through can’t give me even a single restless minute for what Liam and I are doing behind her back. Not even one.
“Is that what your delusion is telling you? That you had a home here with Liam?” I challenge, sipping on my juice as I sample in more composure.
I am not unnerved, even one bit, because these past three months I have learned to handle this bitch like a fellow bitch. Or even worse.
She has shown us all hell until she has no single card left up her sleeves against us except to protect her secrets from marrying Liam. No maid serves us in this house, and we don’t eat anything from this house.
“Are you trying to be sarcastic or insulting?” She queries, her eyes firing arrows of danger at me across the table.
“I can be anything I want, Mitch. You no longer scare me in case it has not yet sunk into your thick skull!” I challenge, and I so enjoy seeing the intimidation on her face.
Sarcastic, my ass! Does she even know the meaning of a home?
“That you have that thing in your belly does not give you any right to feel like you belong here, you home-wrecker! Liam is still my husband, and he will never be yours, neither will this home ever be yours!” She fumes, and I smirk at that.
“Are you sure, Mitch? Because with the way the things are going, I can already feel like this is my home sweet home!” I mock again.
She smirks, almost loud, but I guess something knocked her sixth sense and stopped her from mocking herself. “Really? Seems like the pregnancy is making you delusional.” She says after swallowing her smirk.
“No. I am not, and I think you are not that stupid to not see it, Mitch!” I fire.
“Yeah? Explain to me what gives you the fucking idea that my home can ever be your home!” she squeals, almost ripping my eardrums apart.
“No matter what you have done to make Liam see me as a burden, how I am nothing but a dark cloud in his life, you haven managed to get only one thing and that is more hatred from Liam. He isn’t buying your facade either. You even had the cheap guts to forbid us from eating anything in this house, but what happened? Your husband, Mitch, brings me ready made food and he makes sure even when he is not around, I don’t get to skip even just a single meal. When he learned how deep your animosity is, what did he do? My bodyguards behind you should tell you that he values me, his ex, more than you who claim to be his miserable wife. What now? Do you still want to make a mockery of yourself by calling him your husband?” I speak with boldness, feeling like a winner already.
“I must admit that I miscalculated my moves and underestimated you, bitch! But wait for what is to come. You are sick in the head if you think you can take my place here or…?
“Your place?” I cut her off as I stand on my feet with a broad smug on my face at her sarcasm. My! Her desperation has even pushed her to a point of making fun of herself. “Oh, no, Mitch! Even if you offer me your place in Liam’s life and beg me to take it, I would never accept it for anything in the world. I am so much comfortable with the position I hold in Liam’s life. Come to think of it, I thing you are the one who is envious of my position that’s why you are throwing all this catchpenny, unfounded dither.” I state, and she looks away for a second.
I know just how much that stings! And I know someone will say that I am being an arrogant brat given that this is her home. But I no longer give a fuck about this woman. I dropped my sentimental senses a long time ago! She thought she was the only ‘miss have it all bitch?’ Well, tables have turned, or she met her perfect match.
“You’ve got such high aspirations and too gullible for a pathetic mistress that you are, bitch! This is still my home, and Liam, he is still my husband! I didn’t come all this far to lose to a otiose stinking bitch like you. I have sacrificed so much to get this far, and I am willing to sacrifice so much more to have the last laugh!” She says, as if her speech makes any sense.
“Sacrifice, huh? And not just one but a lot. Amazing! Bingo, Mitch! But what have you sacrificed, Mitch?” I fire, and she swallows hard.
Did she say something she did not intend to? Was that a slip of the tongue? I guess so because even the devil must be laughing at her statement. Sacrifices? As far as I recall the whole story, she was never nice to Liam from day one so obviously, the sacrifices were not for him. So who? And what sacrifices?