Anabel found out she was pregnant and dialed her husband's number to share the good news to him. They have been married for two years without a child. Desmond's mother had been accusing her of being barren and unproductive. When the call was picked, she was flabbergasted and broken. She was hearing a loud moan of feminine voice. "Ohh! Yeah! Don't stop fucking me! I love your fucking dick! Fuck me harder baby!" accompanied with sound of skins slapping against the other. She went home to confront her husband and end up receiving a divorce paper. Desmond divorced him for a lady his mother was rooting. Few months later when he found out that his ex-wife is a billionaire heiress and she is pregnant with twins, he went crazy!
View More"Congratulations, Mrs. Anabel! You are four months pregnant!" The doctor announced. "Here is the test result. Take a good look at it."
He handed the test result to her, and she went through it. Tears of joy streamed down her delicate face. She had been waiting for this moment for two years, since marrying Desmond.
Her mind flooded with their love story. How he saved her from a dirty gang who wanted to rape her. How they got married and started living together.
Though for the past few months, she was gradually losing her husband to a lady his mother and his sister wanted him to marry.
They fired all their maids so that she would have a lot of work to do in the house. They abuse and treat her like a maid, but she endures it all. Now that she was pregnant, she believed they would support and love her again. She believes they will stop abusing her.
She rushed out of the door and headed to her car. Once she got inside, she dialed her husband's number.
"Hi Honey, I have a good..." Her voice hung in the air. She couldn't finish what she was saying. The filthy sounds and voice she was hearing left her flabbergasted. She had to take another look on the phone screen to confirm it was her husband. She confirmed and put the phone back on her ear.
This time, she could hear a feminine voice moaning loudly, "Yes, baby! Ahhhh! Fuck me harder! I love your fucking dick! Fuck me like you have never fucked that bitch!"
Anabel could recognize the voice. It was her husband rival, the lady her husband's mother was rooting for.
"Ohh! Yesss! Tell me much you hate that bitch!" Anabel heard the lady spoke. The lady had intentionally picked the call and dropped the phone so that Anabel could hear them.
"She's so disgusting. I love you more than her. You are so sweet." Anabel heard her husband answer. She could also hear the sound of skin slapping against the other. At this moment, she couldn't bear it and hanged up.
Her heart was shattered. She knew that Desmond was seeing her secretly and his mother was rooting her for him, but she never knew he had been cheating. Her tears turned from joy to sadness. She looked down at her tummy and rubbed on it. "You will bring my love back to me."
Anabel got back home to meet, Mrs. Elizabeth, her husband's mother, drinking and chatting with Bella, her husband's younger sister.
"Mom! Desmond had been cheating on me with Daniella!" She announced, expecting them to be shocked, but instead, the mother and daughter looked at each other and laughed
"Oh! she's just finding out!" Mrs. Elizabeth said and turned her attention to Anabel. "You came to report to me that my son is cheating on you with my future daughter inlaw? Can you hear yourself?"
"I don't know what you are talking about. The last time I checked, Desmond is my husband and he never told me he's going to marry that husband snatcher." Anabel replied.
"How dare you call my potential daughter-in-law a husband snatcher!" She rose up from her seat and slapped Anabel across the face. "The next time you say that, I'm going to punish you beyond your expectation."
"Did you just slap me?" Anabel asked, placing her hand on the hurting spot.
"Yes! And I will slap you over and over again if you don't learn your lesson. You are the husband snatcher and not her. She's my son's fiancée and my future daughter-in-law."
"What are you saying? I've been married to your son for two years, and he loved me. Why all these?" At this moment, tears were rolling down her eyes.
"Love? My son never loved you. He only got married to you out of pity. You were never his choice. You are just a country bumpkin, saved by my son. You were never qualified to marry my son. I've been keeping cool, waiting for my true daughter-in-law. Now that she's back, Desmond is going to marry her."
"Desmond loved me. He will not marry her," Anabel protested.
"I can see you are ignorant of what has been going on," Bella spoke up. "For the past three months, my brother and Daniella have been seeing each other. You know what they used to do? They do have sex and lots of it. But you are so stupid that you never knew until today."
"What? I thought they were just seeing each other."
"Oh, you thought." Mrs. Elizabeth mocked. "That is to tell how foolish you are. I'm only waiting for her to get pregnant. Once she conceives, we will be done with you. He will have a valid reason to divorce you."
"Yeah!" Bella supported. "Who in his right senses will stick with a barren woman? Who knows how many abortions you have done that got your womb damaged."
"What are you saying, Bella? I've never done an abortion before." Anabel tried to defend herself. "Desmond is the man who broke my virginity. I'm not a barren woman."
"Don't try to deny it, Anabel." Mrs. Elizabeth cautioned her. "A slum slut is calling herself a virgin. Do you take us as fools or what? For two years, all you have been doing is eating and wasting my son's strength on the bed. My son had been blinded by love, but very soon, his eyes will clear, and he will see the reasons to stand with me and divorce you."
"You are sounding as if Desmond is doing the right thing and I'm bad. Talking of divorce, I'm the one who is supposed to file for a divorce. Your son is cheating on me."
"And what are you waiting for?" Mrs. Elizabeth asked. "Tell him that you want a divorce once he comes back, and everything will be settled."
"I won't do that. I love him. Even though he cheated, I still love him. I believe she seduced him. It's all planned to weaken me, and I won't divorce him."
"I know that is what you will say. You can never say the truth." Bella smirked at her.
"Which truth?"
"Everyone knows that you are sticking around my brother because he's rich. You can't survive without him. Will you? You are afraid that if he divorces you, you won't have anywhere to go."
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"I don’t think so. Maybe she’s still occupied with taking care of her father." He replied and Vanessa rolled her eyes, clearly unimpressed with his reasoning. "Taking care of her father won’t stop her from sending the money. She’s delaying, Sylvester. That’s all this is. She doesn't want to send it. Can't you see it?" "No, I don't think she is delaying intentionally. There must be something holding her that we don't know." "I don't believe that. Maybe she found out about our plan. Think about it." "Nobody knows about our plan, not even her Ex-Husband. So there is no way she will know." Sylvester assured her. "Why don't you call her?" Vanessa asked. "I should call her?" Sylvester repeated, seeing it was quite a bad idea. "Yes," Vanessa replied without hesitation. "Call her and ask her why she’s failing to fulfill her promise. Tell her that if she doesn’t send the money soon, you are going to lose your business to the man you borrowed from." "It's a nice suggestion, but
Desmond pulled into the driveway of his family home, still buzzing from the evening’s events at the Orton mansion. He stepped out, adjusted his suit, and walked up the steps to the front door. When he opened the door, he found his mother and sister sprawled comfortably in the living room. The television was casting gentle flickers of light across their faces. "Welcome home, Desmond," his mother welcomed him warmly, pausing the remote before turning to him. His sister smiled broadly, clearly excited. She couldn't wait to hear from Desmond. She was expecting a good news. "How did it go?" his mother asked in curiosity. "I hope it went well." Desmond dropped his key and smiled at her. "It went better than I expected," he said and settled onto the sofa next to his sister. "Sir Orton forgave me." "That's great! I'm happy to hear that." The mom said in excitement. "Not only that. He welcomed me back into Orton’s Group. He even promised my company a five hundred million dollar co
"Who is Sylvester?" The dad asked. "The man who came around when you were in the hospital." Jethro answered, and Sir Orton’s expression hardened slightly. "I’m going to talk to her." With that, he walked toward Anabel’s room. He got to her door and knocked lightly before pushing the door open. She was sitting on her bed, flipping through her phone. When she looked up, she immediately knew why her dad was there. "Anabel, are you seeing another man?" He bluntly asked without wasting any time. Anabel raised a brow and dropped her phone aside. "Why are you asking me that?" "Your behavior shows that you’ve seen another man that you plan to marry." He replied, and she scoffed lightly and shook her head. "Stop assuming too much, Dad. This has nothing to do with that. I just don’t want Desmond anymore. I despise him already." Sir Orton exhaled and stepped closer to her. "I knew how much you hated him, but I think he has changed. You can give him a second chance." "I've moved o
Anabel raised her head and looked at him to know what he would say and their eyes met. Desmond didn't look away. He kept looking at her while Anabel held on with an unreadable facial expression. It was as if the time was paused. Anabel was waiting for Desmond to say something but he just kept looking at her. The eye's battle lasted for some seconds before Anabel held back and went back to the food she was eating. Desmond smiled lightly and shook his head before looking back at Sir Orton. "I don't think I have any other thing to request for. I’m well satisfied with what you have already done for me. What else should I ask for? I’m grateful for your forgiveness, and for welcoming me back to work with your company." Lady Orton, who had been keeping quiet, glanced at Desmond knowingly before speaking. "Are you sure you don't want any other thing?" she asked. "You don’t need any other favour from Sir Orton." Lady Orton asked, expecting him to say it out. She knew he wants Anabel bac
Sir Orton closed his eyes and prayed as usual before signaling for everyone to begin eating. Desmond took his first bite, savoring the sweet tastes, but something else caught his attention. There were no maids. No servants. Despite all the wealth, the Ortons handled everything themselves. Like his family, they don't have any helpers. As they were eating, Sir Orton finally spoke up. "Desmond," he began, and Desmond raised his head, "I invited you here this evening because I wanted to personally thank you for saving my life. This dinner is more than just a meal—it is a celebration. A celebration of life." He said, and Desmond nodded slightly and set down his glass. "I’m happy that I was able to help, sir," he said sincerely. "I saw it as my responsibility." "Responsibility?" he repeated. "Yeah, it's my responsibility. My father was a great acupuncturist. He passed his knowledge down to me. Over the years, I’ve helped people in comas and similar cases requiring acupuncture. So w
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