Chapter 005

My chest constricted with pain while looking down at my phone screen.

My eyes blinked back the tears threatening to spill out from my eyes. 

Biting on my lower lip, I picked it up. 

“Hazel. I wouldn’t be coming home tonight, Jane said she wants to sleep in her house and doesn’t appreciate your energy. I have to be with her.” He muttered as if he wasn’t talking to me about his mistress. 

“Are you there?” His voice echoed. The voice that I fell in love with. The voice that had never spoken to me softly or with care since I knew him. 

“Yes, I’m here,” I said, my voice low. 

“Good night… I..” he didn’t get to finish as Jane's voice came up, asking him to end the call already—well he did. 

Leaving me feeling dejected all over again, my leg got weak and I squatted. 

Seconds later, I got up on my feet and dashed off to my room. 

I brought out my bigger box and began packing my stuff into it. 

I was done with this marriage and for good. 

Damien could have all the time in the world with his mistress now without having to inform me about anything. 

A few minutes later, I found myself dozing off on my box. 

The whole stress since Grandpa was buried began weighing down on my body. 

My whole joint was beginning to ache and since I was carrying a child, I decided to take a warm shower. 

My body and mind seemed to relax as I got into the warm shower.

Time moved so fast, I woke up the next morning, still in the bath. 

I must’ve felt really comfortable under the water. 

Slowly, I got out and put on my robe. 

I opened the door into my room to see Damien, standing in front of my mirror. 

His hair dripping wet, he must’ve used the other bathroom. 

Why was he bathing here? And since when did he get here? And his mistress? So many questions on my head. 

He swiftly turned around when he noticed my presence. 

“Hazel I saw you were having some rest in the shower and decided not to disturb.” He said, his voice unusually soft. 

I nodded and went on to clean my dripping hair. 

To my amusement, he came closer to where I sat. 

I looked up at him and his face was soft—too soft to be the man I used to know. 

And when I looked deeper, I could swear it was guilt I saw flashed though his eyes. 

My heart began beating faster. Was my husband coming back to me as supposed? Was this a sign that my marriage would work? 

As he locked his eyes with mine, my heart began pounding hard against my chest—it was overwhelming, at the same time exciting. 

His eyes softened even more, it left comfort in my chest—something I’ve never felt since I got married to Damien. What had come over him? 

Did he finally see through the love I have for him?

“Hazel, about last night..” his voice began, softly. God, I couldn’t be happier. 

Damien was speaking to me in his most delicate voice for the first time in our five years of marriage. 

I nodded at him to continue, my inside excited but hiding it from my face—I wasn’t sure what he had to say yet. 

He was taking it slowly as if trying to pick words that wouldn’t hurt me, Damien had never done that. 

Or did he get a hint of the divorce and he wants to amend his ways?

“I’m truly sorry Hazel. I know I’m not supposed to do that with Jane in our room, meant for only me and you.” he muttered and I could swear, my being was filled with bliss. Until he spoke again.

“Maybe we should’ve done it in the guest room or something and for that, I’m sorry.” He muttered, cupping my face in his palm. 

The apology, was wrong and not complete, but Damien just apologized to me—that was enough for a start. 

Maybe I should keep on hoping? What if he finally discarded his mistress someday and apologised to me for everything he had done?

My eyes darted off to the brown envelope on my bed. 

Maybe I shouldn't push with the divorce anymore and just hold on a bit? 

For a moment, I felt like telling him about the baby.

He could be very happy about it. 

But on the other hand, I didn’t really deem Damien fit to be my baby’s father anymore. 

I've gone through so much in Damien’s hands and would it not be very careless and selfish to add my baby to this chaos? 

What if he later chased us out on his own, because I refused to leave now? That would be more painful. God, I wouldn't be happy to see my baby suffer that with me. 

While I was fighting my head, my heart wanted to let him know so much.

Just when I opened my mouth to speak, his phone started ringing and I needed no one to tell me it was indeed Jane.

His eyes lit up immediately and I felt a heavy lump formed at my throat. With a pool of tears welling up in my eyes. 

The kind of excitement I had never seen in his eyes appeared in no time. 

Without holding back, he ran out of the room to pick up her call. 

Even though he left, I could still hear how softly he spoke to Jane.

I brought my box out and continued packing from where I stopped yesterday.