The Wrong Wife for Mr Whitmore: Pregnant, Divorced, Reclaime

GENEVIEVE (VIVI)’S POINT OF VIEW

“I don’t think I would have ever done this without you.” My husband, Elias often told me but now, while sitting across from him and staring into his emotionless eyes, I knew my marrige was over. 

I sat perfectly still with my fingers digging so deeply into the fabric of my purse until my knuckles turned white still, I felt no relief. 

He looked immaculate in a three-piece suit that clung to his broad, athletic shoulders with his dark brown hair styled to perfection. It was his eyes however, that broke me. Those blue eyes that used to look tenderly at me, were now full of coldness with no hint of any emotion.

I watched as he pushed a file toward me and one look at the file, my lips trembled. 

‘Petition for Dissolution of Marriage.’

"Sign it, Genevieve," he said in a cold tone. "The terms are more than generous as you will receive a nice settlement that ensures you will never have to return to the life you lived before we met."

A bitter laugh escaped my dry lips. "A settlement? Elias, do you honestly think I married you for your money?" I asked as my voice shook with both humiliation and pain. "Look at me. Please, just really look at me. I’m Vivi, your wife. We are married and I have always been by your side.”

His expression remained cold as he leaned back in his chair and assessed me coldly, like I was a stranger.

"I appreciate everything you did for me during my recovery, Genevieve," he replied. "But we both know that marriage was built on a foundation of missing pieces but now I know the truth.”

"The truth?" I whispered as rage filled me. 

"Bianca," he began and I immediately noticed how his tone softened at the mention of her name. "My memories of the accident finally came back and now, I know it was Bianca who dragged me out of that burning room years ago. She is my true first love, and I will not waste any more time living a lie with a woman my family forced into my life."

I stared at him in disbelief, wondering what had come over him. For years, I had managed Elias’s amnesia which was as a result of a fire outbreak. I stood diligently by him, gave up the things I loved doing and now, he thinks Bianca is the one who saved him?

Bianca, the bratty, high-society socialite who had suddenly appeared weeks ago, had clung onto Elias immediately and to make things worse, his parents, Julian and Reyna, had instantly championed her, eager to displace a poor girl like me and Elias, who didn’t know what was actually going on, was falling right into their trap.

"Elias, do you really believe that? We have neen through so much for years and you’re not scared to lose me?”

"That is enough," he interrupted as he moved his hand away, so I couldn’t touch him. "My decision is final. I have a future to build with Bianca, the woman who actually belongs by my side so do not make this ugly."

I trembled as the realization sank in. The same man I had given everything away from just so he wouldn’t feel threatened or neglected was throwing me to the side because of Bianca?

“Are you going to sign or have us do it the hard way?” he asked with a raise of his brow as he pointed to the document one more time.

One more look at his face and I knew there was no going back on this. With a shaky sigh, I grabbed the pen with trembling hands and slowly signed, as my heart ached painfully.

"You’re going to regret this, I assure you.” I spat as I dropped the pen. Wasting no time, I grabbed my purse and got out of my seat to leave but before I could take the first step towards the door, my vision blurred as a sharp, agonizing pain hit my stomach, followed immediately by a profound nausea that hit me so hard, I quickly slammed a hand over my mouth so I wouldn’t puke all over the office.

"Genevieve?" Elias asked with a tone that didn't sound concerned. "Are you alright?"

I couldn't answer him as the sickness rose in my throat, threatening to spill. Wasting no time, I rushed out of his office and ran for the restroom. When I got there, I threw the door open and slammed it shut behind me but I barely made it to the toilet before dropping to my knees as I began to retch.

I clung to the seat for dear life as tears leaked from the corners of my eyes. It took minutes for the spasms in my stomach to finally subside and after vomiting every content in my belly, I slowly got up on shaky legs before going to the mirror.

My chestnut hair was messy, my long lashes were soaked in tears and my doe eyes were all red and puffy from crying so hard, followed by a pounding headache.

As I took deep breaths and tried to calm myself, I began to make little calculations. This wasn’t the first time I was puking my lungs out. In fact, it had been happening quite regularly for a couple of weeks now.

As my thoughts clicked, I moved a shaky hand to my flat tummy and as I thought of the possibilities of my assumption, my heart raced even faster.

‘No. No, please God, no,’ I breathed.

I began to count backward in my head, tracking the days and the weeks as I thought of the last nights I spent in Elias’s arms. Things had been a bit rocky since Bianca appeared but still, I ran over each detail carefully.

“No, this can’t be happening,” I gasped. My period was over three weeks late. 

I was finally carrying Elias’s long awaited child but it didn’t matter anymore, did it? He already made me sign the divorce papers and threw me out of his house.