Chapter 3

Orana’s Point of View

I knew Callahan hated people who didn’t keep time, and he said I had to meet him exactly at ten, which means I have less than two hours to eat, shower, and head to the other side of town with this traffic.

By the time I was getting to his office, it was just fifteen minutes before ten o’clock.

“Did you hear? Marissa Pearce is the new CMO,” someone said as they went into the elevator.

“Well, it’s easy to get such a position if you’re fucking the boss,” Another one commented, and my insides churned.

“I know, right. I just feel for the wife in all of this.” The blonde with the short hair commented while I stood there, in the very back.

“I don’t. I hear she is the one who went to his father to plead with him to force Callahan to marry her. She deserves it,” the one with the long blonde hair retorted, no sympathy in her voice.

I almost laughed at what she was saying. Because that’s not true, but I don’t bother correcting her. I have other things to worry about.

“Still doesn’t mean she deserves to be treated like this.” The one with the short blonde hair said, once the doors opened, they left without even glancing back.

“Is he in?” I asked Ella, Callahan’s assistant, and she gave me a sympathetic smile, looking towards the doors.

“He’s in a meeting. Please wait,” she said, her voice low, and I nodded my head, going to sit in the waiting area.

Forty minutes later, Marissa came out of the office beaming with a smile, her lipstick smudged, and tried to fix her makeup.

I froze. My insides churned.

He was fucking her. While I waited here? I almost scoffed, but I knew better.

“Orana. I didn’t know you were coming,” She beamed, pulling down her skirt.

My eyes travelled down her body, then her face. How long have they been doing this behind my back?

She walked closer, her arm brushing against mine. “You might have been married to him, but he was always mine,” she whispered, then looked at my face with a big grin on her face.

“Go and let go of my baby. He needs to come home,” She beamed with a smile before walking away, and my breath caught, eyes following her before turning to the door, and Callahan stood there.

“Let’s get this over with,” he turned.

My feet stayed glued to the ground, and I felt drowsy briefly. I inhaled sharply, my hand to my stomach, before walking into the office, closing the door behind me.

My eyes drifted over his office, wondering which place he was fucking her from. I felt bile coming up my throat, but I swallowed it.

“You can sit. It was the desk,” he said, picking up the documents, then walked over to me. Did he just fucking tell me where he was fucking her from? I scoffed, tears pricking my eyes.

“You’ll get alimony just like we had—”

I chimed in. “Wait. Before we talk about the divorce, there’s something I need to tell you.” I stopped him, and he sat back, watching me. I had refused to sit anywhere, so I was standing.

“I’m eight weeks pregnant,” I blurted out the words, and for a minute, everything just froze, the sound of his breathing and mine, no words spoken.

“How?”

“I don’t know. I—”

“Why?” He lifted his gaze to me, and I narrowed my eyebrows, wondering what the fuck he was talking about.

“Callahan”

“Why now? Now Marissa is back. Do you think this will keep me married to you? I thought you had a miscarriage?” he asked, getting up to his feet, and I chuckled, tears rolling down my cheeks.

“Callahan, I’m not trying to trap you. I just wanted to—”

“Is it mine?”

“What? Of course, you know it’s yours! Why on earth—” I paused, before realizing what he just asked me. Was he insinuating that I have been cheating on him?

“I need to know. I refuse to raise a bastard,” He groaned. The words felt like a knife piercing through my heart.

“It’s yours. We can do a paternity test if it makes you happy,” I said to him, through tears, and he shook his head.

“No need. I don’t want it.” He said, and the words hurt more than anything,

“Marissa and I will start another family. So, you can get rid of it,” he groaned, and I froze, my lips quivering. I pressed my lips together and nodded my head, walking towards the table, I slowly picked up the documents and looked him in the eyes.

“I will have this sent to you once I have signed them,” I grabbed the documents and headed towards the door.

“Orana?” He shouted behind me, and I stopped in my tracks.

“Do it faster. I don’t want it hanging over my head,” he said, his words sharp and cold.

I don’t know if he meant the abortion or the divorce, but one thing was certain. I will never forgive Callahan for how he just treated me, even if he crawled out of fire.