Not Your Barren Ex

Alexandra's POV I took the last step into the room and sighed, my shoulders slumping down as I did that. “He isn't here” I muttered to myself, then picked my phone up, putting a call across to my cousin, Theresa. She picked on the first ring and her low voice came from the other end of the phone. “Home already?” Theresa asked, and I nodded like she could see me from where she was. “Yes, I'm home, but he isn't here, Asher didn't come home again” I complained, tears welling up at the corner of my eyes, blurring my vision. “Calm down Sandra” Theresa said, but I couldn't. I sniffled back tears but they still came trickling down my face. “It's been like this for months, Theresa” I said, my voice barely above a whisper as I said those words. “Maybe he is just late, he will be home soon, he just got off work, remember?” Theresa said, her voice muffled as if she was being cautious as someone was around her. Knowing this, I didn't want to inconvenience her further with my problems, and

Alexandra's POV“Noo!!! This can't be happening!!” I screamed in my head hoping when I open my eyes, all that's happening will turn out to be a dream but the instant I opened those eyes, hoping to see my dear Asher and Theresa smiling at me, what I saw was Asher now holding Theresa in his arms, his hands caressing her tummy. I fell unconscious for minutes that seemed like eternity but Asher didn't care about me, but his baby who his mistress was carrying. “Barren” The word still echoed in my mind even when I tried to shake it off, he saw me as someone who's barren, he called me a BARREN WOMAN. I had never known Asher was so desperate to get a child. We never talked about it the hard way, we were never bothered by it but I was wrong, I was only being kept in the dark. I stood up, my whole body feeling weak, I shook my head hoping to face reality but all that had happened came flashing before my eyes again. It felt too cruel to be true. Three years of loving him, two and half years

Alexandra's POVIt was disheartening yet shocking. My dad would never call me a disgrace, only if he truly saw that I had brought disgrace to him. But I haven't, not in any way. Hearing this from him right now, made my heart shatter into pieces again like a broken glass which couldn't be mended. “Dad, what have I done wrong?” I asked, my voice coming out shaky between my tears. “Why is everyone doing this to me?” I asked myself, my voice barely a whisper. “Oh! You don't know?” Dad said and paused as I lifted my gaze to look at him wanting to know what exactly I didn't know. What was making him also treat me like I was nothing to him when I was his only beloved daughter. Maybe I stopped being his beloved daughter the moment he learned that I gave everything I owned to Asher when he was strongly against our marriage. Still…it wasn't enough to call me a disgrace. “You are the talk of the whole city! The talk of the whole Cape City!! You haven't seen it yet? Asher Sinclair divorced!!