Shards Of Us

Mickey's POV

“... Are you certain?” I asked, my heart slamming against my chest in quick succession.

“Yes, Mickey, you’re pregnant, four months to be precise.” Doctor Lohan said, passing the test result to me.

“Oh, goodness, thank you so much!” With my hands over my mouth, I squirmed on my seat, shifting from one edge to the other in excitement.

It had been five years since I got married to Kendrick, yet, there was no seed to show for it. To make matters worse, our marriage was loveless and was already hitting the rocks.

With tears streaming down my face, I said, “Our baby is going to save our marriage.”

“Don't forget to visit the hospital regularly, you need to attend antenatal care to ensure your health and that of your baby.”

“Yes, I will.” Grabbing my purse off the table, I slung it over my shoulder and with my heart bubbling with joy, I made my way out of his office.

Now seated behind the steering wheel of my car, I pushed my hand into my hair as a little laugh erupted from my lips.

“This is too good to be true.” I muttered, biting my lower lips. “Finally, Kendrick and I will be the best couple. I honestly can't wait to show him this result.” I placed the white paper against my chest, hugging it tightly like I was going to part away from it the next second.

Unable to hold back my excitement anymore, I pulled out my phone from my purse and then dialed Hendrix’s phone.

When he didn't pick up after two dials, I decided to let him be as I strapped my seatbelt.

Getting home, my joy knew no bounds when I saw his car parked in the garage.

“He must have been driving, that's why he didn't respond to my call.” I said in his defense as I skipped into the building.

My excitement was replaced with worry immediately I got to the living room door.

The familiar voices in the living room struck me so hard that I went still, trying to wrap my head around their little talks and laughter.

Grabbing the door handle, I turned it and then pushed it open, only to see Kendrick and Kiara making out on the couch.

“What is going on here?” I asked, my voice shrill but shaky.

Immediately they saw me, they pulled away and then began to dart their eyes around like kids that had been caught in an unholy act.

“Kendrick, Kiara?” I alternated my gaze between them, trying to get an explanation, but they were mute.

Kendrick rose, after overcoming the shock of being caught in the act, clearing his throat, “I should have told you long ago, but I was waiting for the perfect time.” He shrugged, pushing his hands into his pockets.

Kiara, my childhood and best friend, intertwining her hand with his, her head rested on his shoulder with a broad smile on her face.

“Please, I need an explanation, don't you think?”

“I never loved you, you know that, right?” He smirked.

No matter how many times he had said this word to me, each time I heard it, my heart shattered into a million pieces.

We didn't get married because we loved each other; rather, our union was orchestrated by our parents to strengthen their bonds.

Over time, I gave myself to Kendrick, showing him the same amount of love I wanted him to reciprocate, but all my efforts were like filling a basket with water.

My pregnancy was as a result of a one-night drunken experience. He had never touched me since our marriage until that fateful night.

With trembling lips, I muttered, “But we can make this work out.”

“Why should I?” He huffed, followed by Kiara’s mocking laughter. “Just in case you have no idea, my fiancée here is carrying my child.”

“Child!” I gasped, my eyes getting even wider as my heart slammed against my chest.

“The anonymous boyfriend I told you about is Kendrick. I'm sorry for the heartbreak. It's not as if I meant it.” Kiara laughed, exchanging a swift kiss with Kendrick.

Blinking my eyes rapidly, I tried to push back the scene before me, but it had been stamped neatly on my mind.

“Our union was loveless, we were forced into this, and I can't take it anymore. We should cut the ties binding us and let's go our separate ways.”

“But I’m pregnant, Kendrick.”

For a moment, no one said a word as the tension in the room began to build up.

Grabbing my dress, I kept my gaze on him, hoping he would consider my pregnant state and give me a chance, but I was wrong.

“I can't remember sharing a bed with you.” I tried to speak, but he hushed me, “I was too drunk to do anything that night! There is no way you can be carrying a child except if it belongs to another man.”

“I think it's the latter,” Kiara pouted.

“What are you talking about?” I gasped, trying to steady my heavy breathing, but it was of no use.

“You think I don't know, you still see Teddy?” Kiara added.

“I attest to the fact that we still see each other, but I never left it hidden from Kendrick. He has been our guest a few times and I only spend my free time with him,” I said, in my defense.

To think Kiara was trying to blackmail me was something I couldn't wrap my head about.

For crying out loud, we have been friends since childhood, and this was the least I was expecting from her.

First, she took my man from me while pretending to be my friend and as if that was not enough, she's painting me in a different light.

“A lot of things can happen during your free time.” Kendrick laughed and at once I fell to my knees.

With my hands placed together, I cried, “Please, don’t do this to me, Kendrick.”

“I can explain, we can work our union out, I mean…”

“Too late! I'm already preparing our divorce documents.” he blurted.