Chapter Three: Knowing about the Baby

Anastasia entered the room and closed the door. At last, her legs gave up. She broke down on her knees. Anastasia's heart lurched to her throat. Just then her phone started beeping.

Anastasia picked up her phone and saw an MMS from an unknown number. She clicked inside and saw Arthur and Ashley entering the hotel, and another was entering the hospital.

At the moment her heart broke into a million pieces.

Anastasia hugged her knees and started crying. Afraid of being heard, she covered her mouth with her hands immediately. She didn't want to give her cheater husband the pleasure of breaking her. She felt as if she was suffocating. She even forgot to take a breath.

Hot tears rolled down her face. How could they do this to me? What have I ever done to deserve this? Why did this happen to me, God?

Anastasia cried out. The pain was too much to handle. His words pinched her heart like arrows.

I can't stay here. I will leave this place. I will not love you anymore Arthur George. I can't let him know about babies. If he comes to know about this, then he will surely force me to abort my babies. I don't want to lose my innocent babies.

I need to be strong for my babies. I need to live and be strong enough to survive in a cruel world with my babies.

Anastasia wiped her tears and got up to pack her belongings. Just then, Ashley entered the room.

Seeing her broken stage Ashley approached Anastasia with an evil smirk.

"I thought you had self-honour, but I was wrong. Even after knowing this, I am pregnant with Arthur's baby, and you are still in this house. Get the hell out of here. Have you no shame left?" When Ashley uttered those poisonous words Anastasia froze. Her face turned white.

"She is pregnant! Arthur's baby in her belly?" Anastasia closed her eyes.

Looking at her facial expression, Ashley smiled sarcastically, "So, Arthur didn't tell you about our baby. I can understand Arthur feels pity for you, so he hid this matter. You can't blame him. He wants an heir, and you know you can't give him that. You left him with no choice"

Anastasia opened her eyes and smiled sadly accepting her fate. She walked towards the closest without replying to her.

She took a bag and started packing the things she had brought here. She didn't want to take anything Arthur gave her.

Ashley smirked when she noticed Anastasia packing her belongings. A wicked smile curled on her lips.

"Good, that you know your place. I want to leave this city. Go wherever you want and never come back. Don't even think to show your face to Arthur in this life.

Because I don't want people to point fingers at our beloved child. So go from here and live like the dead. Of course, I will give you money so you can spend the rest of your life comfortably. Tell me how much you want?" Ashley said arrogantly and opened her purse.

Anastasia continued packing her belongings at her own pace, like Ashley didn't exist there. In pain, Anastasia totally forgot what was happening around her.

"Hey, are you deaf? I am talking to you here! Don't try to play smart. Now don't pretend that you don't want money. I knew because of this money, you married Arthur." Ashley was angry at her behavior.

"Don't worry, I don't have the habit of picking up trash. You can live happily with the trash I used and threw away." Anastasia calmly answered at last.

"How dare you call him a trash, you bitch. You are just like your Mother. Your Mother also trapped my rich uncle and married him. And because of her greed, she died," Ashley shouted like a mad woman.

Anastasia closed the bag then she went up to Ashley and slapped her in the face.

"Don't ever take my Mother's name in your filthy mouth. I am warning you for the last time." Anastasia clenched her jaw, suppressing her angry urge to give Ashley another slap in the face.

Ashley put a hand to her face and stared at Anastasia in bewilderment. "How dare you hit me, you bitch? Do you want to die?!"

"You are the bitch here who slept with her sister's husband" Anastasia couldn't control her anger and end up slapping her again. How dare she show her face after all this? Didn't she feel ashamed to face her?

Did she expect me to beg her to leave Arthur? Then she was wrong. From now on, I will fight back. I will be strong for my babies. I will never desire that man who didn't know my value.

"Wasn't Anastasia known to be a living punching bag? When did she learn to talk back like that?" Ashley's face turned deep red in anger. You will pay for this" Ashley stomped her feet and left the room.

Anastasia picked up her bag when someone knocked on the door

Anastasia hoarsely asked, "Who is it?"

"Madam, the lawyer is waiting for you in the living room," The Butler's voice came from outside.

"I will be there soon," Anastasia said and went to the bathroom and freshened up, then put on some light makeup to hide her pale face. She didn't want to look pitiful for leaving that cheater husband of hers.

Just as she was about to leave the room, her phone rang. Picking it up from the bedside, she saw a text message from Arthur.

[I hope Ashley explained everything to you. Now you must know the truth. My lawyer should be there now. If there's anything you want to add to the divorce papers, just tell him to add it. I will give you anything you want. I want you to live comfortably]

Anastasia couldn't help but smile. "So he really sent his mistress here to announce that she is pregnant?"

Anastasia deleted the message without replying. Now, if she had anything for him, it was hate and disgust towards Arthur.

Anastasia roamed her eyes around the room for the last time then walked out. She walked into the living room and saw Ashley was crying telling something to the lawyer.

"She hit me. You must make her pay for this?" Ashley pointed at Anastasia

Ashley was rubbing her swollen cheek with some ice. Deep down, she couldn't suppress her grudge against Anastasia, who was responsible for her swollen cheek. As a model, my face is what matters the most to me, yet she went for it straight away. Damn her! I will never let this slide so easily" Ashley clenched her fists in anger.

"Ma'am, please come down" The lawyer tried to calm her.

"Come down! Are you joking with me? Did you see my face? I have an audition tomorrow. How am I going to do it now? Arthur is coming. He will not let you go easily," Ashley cried out, looking pitiful.

Anastasia ignored her and stood in front of the lawyer.

"Is the divorce paper ready, Mark?" Anastasia asked him

"Yes, Mrs. George," Mark answered, being a little surprised. How could she look so calm? Didn't she use to have feelings for Mr. George?"

"Then please give it to me. I will sign it," Anastasia said bluntly.

"Don't you want to see the divorce compensation? You can add anything you can. Mr. George had given you the authority" Mark forward the divorce paper to her.

"Just tell me where I need to put my signature. And tell your boss I don't want anything from him" Anastasia didn't want anything. She just wanted Arthur 's love from the beginning. But now she realized he wasn't hers from the beginning.

The lawyer tried to tell her about the compensation but Anastasia cut him off, "Go and tell your boss to donate those things if he is in the mood to do charity. Please give me the pen" Anastasia requested

Mark looked at her. She looked strange today. Mark had thought that she would be heartbroken after Mr. George asked for a divorce.

"Here, you need to sign here" Mark put paper on the table.

Anastasia picked up a pen. Her hand was trembling. Looking at the divorce paper she remembers their marriage certificate. It feels like yesterday they got married and now they're getting a divorce.

Anastasia noticed that Arthur had already signed the paper.

He already signed it!

"When did Arthur sign this paper?" Anastasia asked

"Last Night" Mark answered

"Last night! Then why did he intimate with her? Did he do it as a celebration of divorce?

Anastasia started laughing. Because when the sadness reached its peak, it turned into laughter.

Everyone looked at her with shock. Anastasia stopped when hot tears rolled down her face. She signed the paper.

"Madam, please think again. You can have those" Mark requested her

Anastasia remained silent. She picked up her bag to leave but Ashley stopped her.

"Where do you think you are going? Butler searched her bag. I want to see what she is taking with her"

The Butler looked at Anastasia. He knew Anastasia very well. "Ms Smith, I don't think she is taking anything valuable with her"

"How dare you, talk back to me?" Ashley snatched the bag from Anastasia, who seemed lost in thought. Ashley opened the bag and threw everything on the floor. There were a few clothes and a picture of their marriage.

Ashley smashed the picture. Anastasia bent down and started picking up her clothes.

Ashley smirked at her. "Well, that is your place." The Butler was about to help Anastasia, but Ashley stopped him.

Anastasia closed her bag and turned to leave but Ashley blocked her way again. "You are yet to pay for slapping me"

"I just taught a lesson to a mistress" Anastasia calmly met her gaze

"How dare you call me a mistress?!" Ashley shouted in anger

"I didn't take your name. Looks like you went ahead and got offended in the first place" Anastasia replied as she got up with her luggage. She tilted her head at Ashley who was blocking her path.

"How dare you?" Ashley raised her hand to slap Anastasia but Anastasia moved away. Ashley lost her balance and fell on her face like a frog.

"Ahhhh...." Ashley screamed. The Butler was about to help her when a man's deep voice was heard in the living room. "What is happening here"

Anastasia looked up just when Ashley also heard the familiar voice. With her hand on her belly, Ashley looked up at Arthur.

"Arthur don't get angry. It was my fault. Anastasia didn't do anything" Ashley cried out.

Arthur walked closer to Ashley, crouched down, and asked with a tender voice, "Are you alright?"

"Yes, I am okay. It didn't hurt much. I can handle it. Please don't get angry with my sister." Ashley immediately put on a show, tears gushing out of her eyes like a waterfall in that instant. Then, she weakly leaned into Arthur's arms, covering her belly with her palm like she had just been suffocated painfully.

"Have you gone mad?" Arthur shouted at Anastasia, noticing Ashley's painful state and her swollen cheek. He carried her in his arms and put her on the sofa.

"Call the doctor" Arthur ordered the Butler to call the doctor.

Anastasia turned to leave but Arthur held her hand.

Anastasia looked at him. His face instantly darkened, and his eyes turned frosty. Evidently, he was mad. But it has nothing to do with her now. "Leave my hand?"

"Apologize to her" His tone was completely commanding.

Anastasia's brows creased as rage consumed her. After all this he expects her to apologize.

"Have you gone mad, Mr. George? Why the hell should I apologize?" Anastasia asked.

"You slapped her," He replied grimly in his deep voice.

"Yes, I slapped a mistress who slept with my husband? Do you have a problem with that?" Anastasia laughed in anger looking at his angry gaze.

Arthur's face darkened. "Anastasia George !! You are asking for death" Arthur held her arm tightly. "Apologize to her right now."

Anastasia felt like her arm was going to break any second. It hurts but she didn't show it on her face. She didn't want to give him the pleasure of hurting her anymore.

"Why are you getting angry? Can't bear the truth? I did nothing wrong. I will never apologize. Do whatever you want" Anastasia said bluntly.

Arthur left her arm and moved back.

Arthur was frustrated by her behavior. Where was the girl who used to apologize even when she didn't commit any fault? When did she change?

"Farewell, Arthur George. Hope we will never meet again" Arthur felt upset hearing those words. But why?

Isn't that what he wanted? Then why is he feeling emptiness in his heart? Did he really want this?

Anastasia turned and left.