Two

"You can't do this Michael, please," Diane's cracked voice spoke up as her vision blurred from the tears forming.

"Should have thought about that before cheating, Diane," Michael replied.

"Do you not trust me?"

Michael scoffed, "Don't speak to me about trust now,"

"Michael... Even if we're not married, we're best friends. We've been best friends since college. You should know I wouldn't do this," Diane said, shoving the pictures in his face. "Th...these are fake. You know."

Something flickered in Michael's eyes for a moment. Deep down, Michael may have also wanted to believe her, to believe what she was saying. But these weren't just pictures that had been anonymously sent to him through the mail. These were pictures he had secretly been collecting of her since after a month they had been married.

He had not wanted to believe she would do such a thing to him either when he had gotten the first evidence in his phone then. But after he had asked a bodyguard to follow her and keep tabs on her secretly, and the evidence had kept on piling up, he knew better than to believe the words her lying tongue uttered.

"Us being best friends should have made you understand how much I hate cheats then," Michael replied flatly.

Diane sobbed harder as she reached for him, the tears flowing down her cheeks, "Please don't do this, I love you. I love you, Michael."

"Sign the papers. By now, your mother, Dorathy should have gotten your stuff. I don't want you anywhere near my house from this moment." He replied with a hint of finality.

"Michael-"

Michael ignored her pleas as he walked past her without looking back, out of the house, brushing her shoulders on the way. She wiped her eyes with her shirt fabric that came down to her wrists, turning over to the Belmont family for support instead.

"I-I'm innocent, you've got to believe me,

p-please," Diane's voice was barely audible now as her cries were starting to overshadow her words. She loved Michael, much more than she could ever speak of. Her love for him had been at first sight back in college and had only grown since then.

She could never do that to Michael and Michael was supposed to know that.

Tiffany walked towards her, backing the Belmont family with arms folded. And a sly smirk only Diane could see. She was happy with everything that was happening, after all, she got to keep Michael for herself.

"L-O-S-E-R," Tiffany mouthed the words to her, glided her hands over her stomach and smiled, then walked past Diane.

"Don't go shedding fake tears everywhere, woman. Do what my son has asked and leave here immediately," Caesar thundered impatiently. "Waste any more time and the media will learn of those disgusting pictures!"

A hiccup escaped Diane's throat as she stared from Caesar to Grandma. But grandma didn't utter a single word and looked like she was the most disappointed. And Ethan's expression was just indifferent.

Diane looked back at the paper which was blurred because of the pool of tears in her eyes. With the piercing feeling she had in her chest and her shaky hands, she put down her signature.

Then she left the house.

Michael was nowhere to be seen, and neither was Tiffany. Diane thought about where to go and decided she needed to calm herself down first so she went to a hotel instead.

After the company card had declined several times while she tried to pay for her lodging, she got the clear message that Michael had cut her off financially. She worked under him at his company so it didn't come as a shock that he did that. She had then proceeded to use her personal card instead to pay and had gotten a room. So right now, she was wetting the hotel's satin pillowcases with her tears.

She also cursed the fact that that day was their anniversary. Exactly a year ago they got married. And wondered if Michael had purposely done this all today, knowing it was their anniversary.

It didn't take long before Diane started to have this weird feeling come back to her. The same weird feeling that made her tired, sick and want to stay in bed all day.

The inside of her cheeks got salty and immediately, she bolted to the bathroom, knowing what was coming next for her. She bent over the toilet and in the next second, her brunch was coming up her throat, out her mouth and into the toilet.

She felt weak and lots of thoughts started to cross her mind. She wondered if she was sick. Maybe she had gotten the flu from someone at work unknowingly, or better still, maybe she had eaten something bad.

But there was also a fourth thought that crossed her mind. One she didn't want to think of or put among the top list.

There was no way she could be. She thought to herself again, as she cleaned herself up and flushed the toilet. She was certain. Very certain. Michael hadn't touched her for a month after they had gotten married. He hadn't.

Well... except for the one night, exactly three weeks ago when he had come home drunk, made love to her consensually after telling her how much he loved her and had asked her why she wasn't the perfect wife. He had released inside her and had gotten off before the pleasure even pent up for her, and he had left her naked and hurt on their matrimonial bed.

"Shit", Diane cursed under her breath as she grabbed her card and phone and hurried out of the hotel room. She hated to think that there was even a tiniest possibility that she could be...

She rushed down the hotel road and walked past a few blocks, then came to a supermarket that stood tall at exactly the end of the road. She raced inside, grabbed the test kit, paid and hurried out of the store, the anxiety eating her up.

Immediately she was back at the hotel room, she took the test and started to wait impatiently, boring her eyes at the strip and tapping her nails impatiently on the sink.

Time seemed to travel slowly and she took deep breaths, clasping her hands together and letting the anxiety almost swallow her whole.

As soon as the time was up, she took a deep breath and prepared herself mentally before picking up the kit.

She didn't know what to think or how to feel about whatever results she was going to get, but one thing she was sure of, was that she wasn't prepared, come what may.

The vibrant double red lines stared back at her and she held her breath as her heart skipped a beat.

She was pregnant.