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

GENEVIEVE (VIVI)’S POINT OF VIEW.

“Here you go, Mrs Whitmore.” The doctor said, with a bright smile, handing me two papers that would either seal my fate or toss me out. I swallowed, my hands clammy as I took it from her. “You’re exactly six weeks pregnant.” She announced, and my heart started pounding fiercely.

Pregnant… a new life.

No……no…

I couldn’t afford a new life. My husband already hates me. Our marriage was one of convenience. The agreement was that we’d be married for exactly one year, and after that, we’d divorce amicably. There were two rules tied to that agreement: I wouldn’t fall in love with him, and I wouldn’t get pregnant either.

But like a fool, I’d broken both of them.

“Is everything alright, Mrs Whitmore?” The species voice caused my head to snap up. I stared at her, my mouth wide open for a second before I shook my head and then nodded ir.

“Yes, I’m alright…..just shocked.” More like thinking of the best way to relay this to my husband.

Our scheduled divorce was supposed to happen in the. In about three weeks, I’d get exactly three million dollars.

I could pay off Dad’s debts and put him in rehab.

My hand caressed my belly slowly……it felt like I could feel the life force of this baby warming up inside me.

“You need to take things easy from now on-“

“I thought it was food poisoning…….I should have known when Doctor Carson sent me down here……I…..” I licked the dryness from my lips and rubbed my sweaty palms on my jeans before sitting forward.

I grabbed her hands, letting her feel every ounce of desperation clawing its way to my throat.

“I…..I would like to get rid of it.”

She paused, her words ending mid-sentence. Her eyes were wide with surprise.

“I’m sorry? You……you want to do what?”

“Look, you are the Whitmore family doctor; you’re bound by doctor-patient confidentiality to keep this between us.

I can’t keep this baby.”

“Would you like to discuss this with your husband first?”

“It’s what he would want as well.” I choked back my tears, still holding onto her.

“I….. would advise that you think on this before making any rash decisions.”

“I have thought about it.” Keeping the baby would be foolish. Not only do I have debts as large as the West Coast, getting the money for them rides on not falling pregnant!

“I’ll be back in three days for the appointment; please, keep this between us.”

She opens her mouth for a second before shutting it. However, she still droned on about medication and how to be in my first trimester, her voice drowned in the background of my fears, until she finally nodded her goodbyes.

I gripped the sonogram and test result tightly while Harrison, the driver my husband assigned to me, grabbed my bag, leading me to the car.

He pulled the door open for me, waiting for me to climb inside it so he could get in the driver's seat.

My bodyguard, Parker, sat on the other side.

“Are you alright, ma’am?” Parker asked, with worrisome eyes, for too long at my hand pressed over my belly.

“Of course,” I replied, hating the way my voice came out with a squeak. I cleared my throat, put on a brave face with a soft smile, and nodded again. “I hope I didn’t leave you guys waiting too long?”

“Of course, ma’am… It’s our job to wait on you. You just seemed……different.”

“How?”

“Like you’ve seen a ghost.”

My mind wandered back to the sonogram in my bag even as I shook my head and lied through my teeth again; “I’m alright……just a bit sick today; that’s all.”

Both of them nodded, and I looked out the window, watching as the buildings sped past. All I could do was hope and pray Elias would take it well….

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Three hours later, after a rigorous shower, I dressed in my husband’s black shirt, staring at the black and white image in my hands; my heart still pounding hard.

The sound of someone swiping the key card brings my head to the door. My husband, Elias Whitmore, steps into the foyer, his suit jacket draped over his shoulder, looking like the same impeccable man who walked out this morning.

His eyes travelled up my naked legs to where the tester stopped mid thigh until it rested on my breasts before ending on my face.

“You’re back……I-i have something to tell you,” I whispered, my voice shaky. Throwing his jacket to the side, he pops two of his buttons open, advancing towards me.

His broad shoulders flexed, long fingers working his buttons until finally, I was trapped between him and the cold wall.

“E-Elias…..t-today, I went t-to-“ he grabs me by my waist and brings my body to his: the simple act knocks the breath from my lungs at once.

“You look ravishing.” His green eyes focused on my lips while he tipped my head, angling my face to his.

“I really need to- “ he slams his lips on mine, cutting my words short. “Hmm.” I whimpered, pressing my hands to his chest in an effort to push him away.

Grabbing my hands, he pins them over my head; lifts my right leg so it’s draped over his waist, and starts grinding his rock-hard cock against my center.

Another whimper escapes me, my brain turns fuzzy as my strength gives way to his. He peppers kisses all over my neck, my jaw line, my cheeks, before stopping at my lips.

“So fucking beautiful…” he groans, eyes shining with satisfaction. A slow smirk graces his lips; “Tell me.”

“I-I’m yours.” I knew what he meant… we met at his office.

I went there to request yet another loan, holding our last standing property as collateral. One glance at me, and the man beside him handed me a card with his name scribbled on it.

It was him, Elias Whitmore! The infamous bachelor in all of Wisconsin. He had one offer for me: to be my wife for one year, so my mother gets off my back about marriage, and I can make all your debts vanish in one hour.

That was all I needed.

I’d nodded, signed the document without question, and thirty minutes later, I was dressed in a wedding gown, a bouquet of white roses in my hand, and saying I do " to a man I’d only seen on television.

The early agreement was that we wouldn’t have sex… until we realized his mother would find out if he ever took other lovers.

Besides that, it was tough to stay away from a man as handsome as him… so, we started acting like a real couple even when his mother or the cameras weren’t around. So we agreed to a sexual relationship; no strings attached…..until I fell in love.

“Elias…….I really need to speak to you about something urgent.”

“What’s more urgent than this? Hmm..?” He whispered against my skin, already popping my first four buttons so my tits were visible to him.

He was even harder now, his cock poking through my panties eliciting soft whimpers and moans from me.

“Tell me you don’t want this…” he taunts, not gripping my left breast in the familiar way that left me spilling around him last night. My eyes fluttered closed, the last of my strength ran out as my moans came out even faster, sharper, rising higher and higher until I was just about to spill around him;

“That’s what I thought.” I heard him groan, before that sound followed his zipper coming loose.

But before anything could happen, I heard a loud shrill come from his pocket.

“Damnit.” He grunts, ignoring it until it stops ringing before resuming with the kisses on my neck.

However, before we can move further from there, his phone rings again.

“Fuck. This better be good.” He hissed, pecking my neck once to apologize for the interruption before sliding the call to answer.

“Father?” My body goes tense at the realization of who is on the other end. “Oh? Are you certain?” Elis stares at me, eyes shining with something that makes my heart skip… not in a good way. “I’m on my way.”

He hangs up, and his body suddenly goes cold against mine. Fixing himself, he goes soft in a couple of minutes before grabbing his jacket. He’s headed for the door when I find my voice again;

“What’s happening?”

“We’re done, Genevieve. Sign the divorce papers.”