5: Emotional Torture

VICTORIA ~

“Abortion?” Brandon asked, confusion flickering across his face.

“Tell me you’re joking, Victoria,” he added, staring at me with a stoic expression.

"Of course, Brandon. Are you surprised?" I chuckled, tucking my hair behind my ear.

"Well, don't be. I chose this because I can't endure your emotional torture anymore."

Brandon was confused. He didn't know whether to face Elese or me.

"Um, Elese, could you excuse us?" He said, patting her on the shoulder.

Elese stood up and left. Brandon then sighed and approached me with a concerned gaze. "You never told me you were pregnant. Why?"

"That's because you're not ready to be a father. Are you?" I asked him, a wicked smirk creeping onto my lips as I watched him get more confused.

He passed his hand across his face in confusion. "Huh, who says that?"

"I'm not ready for an argument, Brandon," I remarked, standing up.

"In a few hours' time, tomorrow will approach, and I'll visit the doctor for the abortion."

"Meanwhile, I'll be happy if we could finalize the divorce tomorrow," I said and turned to leave, leaving him confused and worried.

*

The next day, it was exactly five o'clock in the morning when I woke up and began my morning exercise as I usually do.

After about twenty minutes of exercise, I went to my study room and began reading, going through some insightful business books.

However, the thought of Brandon and Elese couldn't allow me to concentrate. It kept ringing in my mind how Brandon prioritizes her over me, his wife.

"Is it really worth it aborting this pregnancy just because of Brandon's foolishness?" I mumbled, closing the book I was reading, and held my chin with my palm, thinking about my decision.

"What would I stand to gain then if he finally moves on with Elese?" I wondered.

"This isn't a good move I'm taking because I never can tell the next type of man that would come into my life after I and Brandon separate. Who knows if Brandon would even be better than him?"

I concluded it's better to keep the pregnancy and lie to Brandon that it has been terminated, then move to another city to start a new life after our divorce has been finalized. At least even if I wasn't fortunate to have a good relationship, I would focus on my baby.

Just then, the wall clock beeped an alarm, signifying the day had already brightened.

I arranged the books back in the drawer and left for the restroom for a shower.

About five minutes later, I was done bathing. As I was walking back into my room, I bumped into Brandon. He was coming to my room.

"Hey Victoria," he said, letting out a smile.

"I hope you slept well." He added, trying to be caring.

"Good morning, Brandon," I greeted, ignoring his pretentious attitude.

"Good morning. So where are you hurrying to? It's so early to be preparing for work. After all, you're still on furlough for our wedding."

I sighed heavily, leaning on the wall with my hands folded across my chest, as he has refused to give way for me.

"Do you forget so easily? I told you already yesterday that I have scheduled an abortion with the doctor today, so I want to go early to be the first he'd attend to," I lied.

I wanted to make him heartbroken.

"Come on, Victoria, don't do this," he pleaded, instantly going on his knees.

"It's already late, Brandon. I have had enough that I can't take it."

"I can't be carrying your child and be suffering from emotional trauma from you and your so-called sister," I went on, hesitant to comply.

Just then, my phone pinged, signaling a new message.

"Excuse me," I told him and unlocked my phone to check the message; behold, it was from my lawyer.

I let out a smile of satisfaction and put the phone back.

"Wha… what is that? Who was the person who texted you?" He asked incessantly, panicking.

"No worries, Brandon. He's coming here, so I don't need to tell you by myself," I replied, not masking the hint of taunting from my face.

A smirk formed on his lips upon hearing that. "You want to catch me off guard, Victoria?"

"If that's what your instincts told you," I replied, pushing him out of the way and walking into my room.

About one hour later, one of the security men rushed into the building and knocked at my door.

"Madam, a young man named Wilson requested to come in. He said he has an appointment with you and my boss, Brandon."

"Oh yeah. Please let him in," I remarked, standing up from my bed to dress up.

"He really came so early," I muttered, hurrying to dress up faster and rushing out to the sitting room to welcome him.

"Welcome to our home, Barrister Wilson," I said, and he responded with a warm smile.

"Thank you. So please call him so we can round this up fast. I have other appointments to catch up with."

I sent one of the servants to call Brandon.

A few minutes later, Brandon walked out of his room. He was surprised by the unexpected visit of Barrister Wilson, my lawyer and college mate.

"Good morning, Mr. Brandon. Here are divorce papers requested by Mrs. Victoria. All you need to do is sign them," he remarked.

Brandon was startled that he froze in an instant. His jaw dropped, and his face turned ashen.

"Victoria, divorce papers?"