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GABRIELLA

Author: Zeebah
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Chapter 4

GABRIELLA

The amount of happiness that filled my heart felt so strange. I was never this happy but today after finding out that I carried a part of Kian in me, my joy and happiness knew no bounds.

I was not only happy that I could finally give my husband what he’s always wanted but I was happy to finally know what it is to have a baby grow in me .

I was super happy, I watched Audrey beam with smiles, slowly her eyes watered and she withdrew her hands from mine to wipe her eyes. She held my hands as she sniffed in, her eyes fixed on the screen of the ultrasound machine.

I had insisted on having a scan, I wanted to be sure that the test wasn’t a prank, I wanted to be sure that I had a child growing in me.

“You see that over there?” The doctor pointed at the screen which showed only black and white images. She deepened the scanner on my tummy, pressing a little too hard.

“That little dot?” Audrey asked and the doctor nodded her head.

“That’s the heartbeat of your baby, congratulations you are pregnant.” Doctor Sandra’s voice was filled with a certain type of happiness as she happily pointed at the screen. An uncontrollable amount of tears rolled down my eyes, I felt so good yet I felt weird. I felt a little bit sick but the news of the child I was carrying made me feel like I was a new human all again. My fever was gone and the migraine had vanished.

The doctor wiped the cold gel off my tummy and left me and Audrey at the bed back to her desk to print out the results.

“I don’t know what to say.” I arranged my clothes as I stared at my best friend. Her eyes were so red and it only showed how happy she was for me.

“This is what you've always wanted and I wish that this child gives you the happiness that you deserve and the child makes you happy.” I nodded my head as words failed to leave my lips, I felt locked in a trance.

“Your results are ready, Mrs Rhys.” Doctor Sandra’s voice invaded our tiny conversation and I nodded, climbing down the bed and walking to her table.

“Here you go, Mrs Rhys.” She was all smiles and I stretched my hand to take the result she had put in an envelope, I could feel my hand shake like I was scared of what was in the result when I already knew what was in there. I was pregnant.

“Thank you.” I grabbed it and swallowed hard.

“You’re welcome, the nurse at the reception will issue you your bill.”

“Okay. Thank you, Sandra.” Audrey held me and led me to the reception, she paid the bill and led me to her car while I was quiet like I didn’t know how to speak.

“You good?” She got in front of the steering and then turned to face me, I was cold and too amazed to speak.

“Yeah.” I nodded, squeezing my fingers.

“My place?” It took me a while to answer but I knew I wanted to be in my husband’s arms, getting the attention I needed.

“No, can we go to Kian’s office?” She took a deep breath and her eyes ransacked my entire face for a few seconds as though she was looking for something.

“Are you sure?” Audrey always wanted to be sure I knew what I was doing when it came to matters of Kian and me.

I nodded.

“Yes.”

“Okay.” She turned on the engine of her car and headed to Kian’s company.

I felt too many emotions all at once, I was happy, but I was scared of how he would react. I know he would react fine because he’d always wanted a baby but the fight we’d had, he might be angry with me.

We reached his company and took the elevator to his office floor where I’d met his secretary. She had the office phone to her ear as she spoke, she knew me, I’d been at his office a few times even if he always told me to stay away from his work.

“Is my husband in a meeting?”I asked and watched her take the phone off her ear, blinking and looking around nervously, she looked like she was confused.

“Uh.. Mrs. Rhys.. He.”

“Whatever, he can excuse the meeting for me.” I was too excited to tell him that we were expecting a baby.

I turned and walked even further reaching his office door, I pulled it open expecting to see my husband in a meeting but my jaw dropped in shock seeing a lady bending over his desk and his hard dick filling her up and making love to her like he’s never done to me. My heart rate increased as tears flowed freely out of my eyes, I struggled to breathe.

“Oh baby, you’re so wet and so sweet for me.” He’s never spoken to me in such a way.

My husband was fucking another woman, calling her baby, and making her feel things that he’s never made me feel

Their moans filled my ears as I stood by the door, waiting for them to notice that I had walked in, the lady raised her head and my heart broke even more, it was Rebecca.

My step-sister, my husband was fucking my stepsister.

My shaking legs took a step forward instead of backward, I wanted to walk away but I also wanted to confront them, I wanted to know why both of them would do this to me.

“I can’t wait to get rid of that bitch and make you my wife, how could your father even get me married to that moron of a woman when he had a daughter like you.” Tears fell from my eyes. He hated me, he hated me this much.

“Kian,” I uttered, my voice low and pain-filled

The both of them immediately pulled away from each other and began to arrange their clothes.

Tears brimmed down my eyes. “How could you do this to me? You’re cheating on me?” I looked at him from head to toe, this man had no remorse in his eyes, and he didn’t look like he did wrong to me.

“Rebecca, this man is your brother-in-law. He’s my husband, I know you hate me but sleeping with my husband.”

“You don’t satisfy him, sister. I was only helping you. What are sisters for?” She let out a hysterical laugh as she pulled her red tight gown to her knees. I hated her, everything about her. She was always in my business.

“Go home, Gabriella,” Kian muttered like I hadn’t just caught him having sex with my sister.

“What do you mean go home? You were having sex with my sister and you want me to go home, you want me to pretend that I didn’t see you having sex with her.”

“I’m tired of all of your drama, you cannot give me a child, you do not have the right to speak when I’m speaking.” His words not only affected me but it gave me shock and reminded me that I was pregnant with his child.

“Kian, how can yo…” he didn’t let me finish.

“You know what? We better end this charade of a marriage since none of us are happy. Let’s get divorced, Gabriella.”

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