LOGINAria looked at Jeffery who didn't even look at her. His eyes were locked on Valerie like she was the most important thing in the world to him.
Valerie looked at her with a smirk that disappeared so quickly it was like she imagined it.
She and Jeffery were so entangled together and Aria watched as everyone looked at both of them with what resembled adoration.
They never looked at her and Jeffery like that. They always looked at her like she was some intruder.
Knowing she wasn't loved by anyone in the family was still okay. She could live with it. But seeing the family that she was part of for three years having no regard for her, hurt her more than she would have liked.
“Baby tell everyone.” Valerie blushed as she leaned into Jeffery.
“We have decided to sell the house. My Valerie doesn't like staying in used spaces so we got a new house closer to this place.” Jeffery said.
Staying in used spaces? Aria thought.
“Oh my God! You both will be closer to home!” Mrs. Watson exclaimed cheerfully.
“Girl, I get the used space feeling. It's like it has been contaminated.” Mercedes, Jeffery's sister said to Valerie who nodded.
They are calling my home. The place that I considered my home for the past three years used contaminated space?
Aria felt embarrassed. She looked at her nails blinking back tears.
Jeffery whispered something into Valerie's ears which made her blush while he kissed her forehead.
Aria decided she had heard enough and stood up.
“I.. um …I'm going over to the garden for a bit of fresh air,” she muttered as she walked quickly before tears dropped from her eyes.
Why did Jeffery bring her here? Is it to show her that he could be the man she has always wanted but not for her?
She thought back to when the news broke that Jeffery got married to her instead the entire media and social circle were all talking about it. Coming up with conspiracies of how she charmed him.
Some even said she trapped him with a baby.
She cleaned her face and laughed as she thought about how ridiculous it was.
When she got back inside, she saw how happy everyone was.
“You need to rest Valerie. You are carrying Watson's heir.” Mrs. Watson said and everyone nodded or smiled in agreement.
Valerie and Jeffery smiled at each other. They were the perfect couple.
Aria stood at the end of the room trying to be invisible when Jeffery glanced at her. He could see how much she was fighting tears.
He had never loved Aria, but in that moment he felt pity for her.
She was a good woman and deserved better but he could not give it to her because he already gave his heart to Valerie.
He knew she loved him and prioritized him when they were married and he tried to do the same but he could not. Because he had Valerie and now she is back into his life.
When Valerie first decided to take up a full time modelling job in Milan, she had begged him to wait for but his grand mother had other plans and would have cancelled the merger that would have brought the company millions in profit.
So, he had to marry Aria and when Valerie found out, she called him and she was so devastated.
Now that his grandmother's death played out in time with Valerie's return, he had to make use of the opportunity that was presented to him to get the love of his life back.
He was surprised when he saw her two months back, she said that she had a business in the city and she would be around for a while.
They were still very attracted to each other and connected so fast, she got pregnant. They immediately told their parents and they all came to the conclusion that he should marry Valerie.
Valerie also wanted him to get rid of Aria. She wanted to be the only partner he had and she was very uncomfortable with the thought of him being with her sister.
He was still questioning why Aria was here. His parents had called him that morning and told him to bring Aria along with him to the family's house even though they were celebrating him and Valerie getting back together.
Are they trying to make everything look like the way it was before?
“Jeffery.” His mother called out to him as she held Valerie's hands looking cheerful.
“We should start preparing for the engagement party. It is happening soon, right?” She asked and Jeffery nodded in agreement.
“We will host it in a grand style.” His father added and they all agreed.
Aria decided that she had heard enough and decided to leave the house.
She took a final look at the house before walking away.
***
Valerie and Jeffery went back home together.
“I enjoyed spending the day with you,” Valerie said, placing a kiss on Jeffery's cheek.
She winked at him and tried to move away when he pulled her and kissed her deeply.
“Jeffy, I need you inside me,” Valerie moaned and Jeffery carried her to the bedroom.
While they were about to lay on the bed, his phone started ringing.
They ignored it but it started again.
“Ugh. Why now? Please pick it so it can stop ringing,” Valerie groaned.
Jeffery pulled away from her and picked up the call.
“Hello? What do you want?” He asked.
“Mr. Watson? I'm calling from the Aurora specialist hospital. Your wife is here in special care and she needs you here urgently.”
“I don't have a wife.” He said coldly before ending the call.
“Who was that?” Valerie asked before he could answer his phone started ringing again.
“Hello?”
“Jeffery, I don't know what that silly girl has done again but you are needed instantly in the hospital. I am on my way there now.” His mother said.
“Okay mum, I'm on my way.” He ended the call and started dressing up.
“What is going on? Where are you going?” Valerie asked.
“I just got a call now that Aria has been hospitalized and I need to be there immediately.”
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