Three

"Franklin."She called softly.

Her hopes flared up in her chest.

It was Franklin. Did he come back? Is he going to take her inside and apologize?

Her lips parted to speak. She wanted so badly to tell him, to say the words that had been choking her since the moment he decided to kick her out of his life.

“I'm pregnant Frank,...with your child."

But she couldn't.

Not when he looked at her like that. Emotionless, cold. Like she was a stranger in the rain.

"You forgot your phone...and your credit cards. They were on the bed" he said,his voice flat, offering no comfort, no warmth.

She was staring at him, her mouth still opened, her voice lost somewhere in her throat. She was shivering, soaked to the core, mascara trailing down her face.

Franklin didn't look at her, he reached into his pocket and held something out.

Her wedding ring. The same ring he slipped into her finger under a canopy of roses just three years ago.

God, if this is still a nightmare–can someone just tap her, this is too much.

He placed it on her palm, her fingers trembled as she closed it in her palm.

"And send the divorce papers when you're done signing them," he added, turning away–refusing to meet her eyes.

Yulia watched from the balcony,her arms crossed on her chest.

"Frank..,"she whispered. "What changed all of a sudden? We were happy this morning...."

He paused in the doorway, then let out a cold breath.

"Security,I don't wanna meet her here by the time I check again."

That was all he said before the door slammed shut on her once more, cutting off the last shed of thread of hope she'd been clinging onto.

She wrapped her fingers around the ring, and pressed it against her chest.

A scream nearly broke from her lungs but she swallowed it.

Inside Yulia leaned against the wall, her arms crossed, her red lips curled into a devilish smile.

The moment Franklin turned around, she walked up to him, her walk slow and sensual.

"You did the right thing," she said, brushing her fingers over his chest. "She was never meant for you Frank."

He said nothing , just exhaled slowly and took a sip from his drink.

Yulia cupped his cheeks, pulling his face closer to hers, biting her lips seductively.

"Lia," he called, maybe to say something.

"I'm here now..." She murmured brushing her lips against his. "I've always been here for you Frank."

"I know honey, but where will she go?"He asked and a cunning smile tugged on her lips.

Then she kissed him, his hands wrapped around her waist possessively.

He kissed her back, soft at first, then deeper and bolder. She claimed him like she believed he belonged to her all along.

Then she smiled when he almost ate her face up, before breaking the contact abruptly.

"Let her cry in the rain, you deserve someone better than her....."

"Someone like you, Yulia. You make me feel alive. You've always been there for me,baby."He purred and kissed her again, shortly.

"We're finally together,me, you and our baby. That should be our priority from now on."She muttered and he nodded in agreement.

Thalia turned and slowly descended the steps,her heels sinking into the muddy ground. The wind whipped against her face, plastering her wet hair to her cheeks.

She kept walking–away from the house, away from the life she'd once built.

Until a Rolls-Royce halted smoothly in front of her. The driver's window rolled down.

"Thalia,"He called her softly,his voice barely audible as he got out of his car, with his umbrella.

Tears blurred her vision,and without expecting it–she fainted. But he caught her in his arms before she could fall.

"I'm here,Thalia."The man whispered again,his arms tightened around her as the rain poured mercilessly over them.

His umbrella was barely holding up against the wind, but he didn't care. All that mattered to him was the fragile woman in his arms–her skin was pale, her lips trembling, her body soaked through and she's shivering.

He carried her into the backseat of the Rolls-Royce holding her with the delicacy of someone holding something scared.

The door to the luxury Penthhouse swung open, and the warmth of the place clashed against the icy numbness wrapped around Thalia's soaked body.

He carried her inside, laid her on the velvety couch and knelt beside her–breathless.

He took a deep breath,then took off his drenched blazer, reached out for his phone before making a call.

"Doctor Lena, it's urgent. Get here as soon as possible."

As he ended the call, his eyes landed on her hand... curled tightly and shaking slightly. He carried her to his bedroom, laid her on his bed.

Then he opened her fingers gently, and the wedding ring fell on the floor.

"Mr Williams, the maids are here." His manager informed him.

Mr Williams, the billionaire no one saw in public. The name that sent chills down every competitor's spine

Georgia Williams. He was the man behind more than ten conglomerates across Europe and Aveloria. Ruthless, brilliant, reclusive.

A team of maids arrived that moment, he walked out and they helped him change Thalia's drenched dress. Then Doctor Lena arrived, attending to Thalia under George's watchful gaze.

"She's cold and extremely exhausted," The doctor informed him. "And there's something else..."

"What's that?"George turned to her sharply.

"She's pregnant."Doctor Lena replied and his eyes widened in shock.

The word hit the air like thunder.He was shocked, and at the same time silent. But he nodded and sighed.

“Given her vitals, she's just four months gone, she shouldn't be stressed out at all. It's risky for her baby.”

“Does she need anything?”He asked, concern etched on his face.

“She needs to stay away from rest and please,she shouldn't worry about anything. Please make sure she eats a lot, especially fruits. I'll prescribe some medicine, you can get it for her.”

If Thalia is shattered like this, it's not going to be good for her baby. The doctor bowed and walked out.

And he sat beside her on the bed, what really happened to her?

Why was she in the rain?

He sighed, whatever the reason is, he's ready to support her and repay her –what she did for him, four years ago.