The Billionaire's Contract Wife: Six Months To Leave

Orlena’s POVI had just six months left until the end of my six year contract marriage with Brent Caldwell, the billionaire I agreed to marry under the condition that there would be no love or pregnancy.“Congratulations Mrs Caldwell,” the doctor’s gentle voice echoed in her warm office.“You’re 7 weeks pregnant.” She said, handing me the white envelope that contained the words that had just crashed my world.I blinked at her, confused. Pregnant?That was not possible.“So, for something like this, couples usually prefer to get the news together,” she added, pushing the results closer.My fingers felt cold as I picked it up. My eyes moved over the words, and my chest tightened.Positive. The word boldly mocking me.“Wh…what?” I swallowed, my throat dry. “How can I be pregnant? My tubes are blocked.” I blurted out, panic twisting my guts.I looked up at her, hoping she would say it was a mistake, but she only watched me calmly. I felt hopeless even before she could say anything.“That

Orlena's POV He would snap at any moment now, I could feel it coming, and my hand tightened at my side as I stood there, watching him.“Why is this here?”He finally looked up at me, his brows pulled together as he held the paper in his hand.“How is this here? You realize how important this is?” he said, his voice low but sharp.I blinked at him, confused, my heart still racing from everything that had just happened.What?What was he talking about?That was not the question I expected.He should have been asking why that paper said I was seven weeks pregnant.Why was he asking about something else?Before I could say anything, he took a few long strides toward me, stopping right in front of me as he stretched the paper in my direction.“Look at it,” he said.My fingers moved slowly as I took it from him, my eyes dropping to the paper, and the moment I saw it clearly, my breath caught.The contract.Our marriage contract.I stared at it for a second, my mind going blank.How did thi

Orlena’s POVI had buried my father in my heart that morning, but painfully, the universe is asking me to stay and care for a child who wasn't mine and who would never be mine. Isn't that cruelty? The thought of that almost made me laugh. “Acute lymphoblastic leukaemia?” I muttered the words repeatedly; they sat still, like tiny pebbles on my tongue. I couldn't spit them out nor could I gulp them down my throat.I looked at Brent and for the first time in six years, something cracked behind those cold and composed eyes.Fear. Unguarded fear, so obvious that one could use a knife to cut it into tiny bits. The same Brent who could silence the entire boardroom, with a single stare now standing before me, his lips trembling, all because a little boy was in the other room calling my name?Not his own name for heaven's sake? Mine!“How long has he been sick?” I asked, and my voice came out steadier than I had imagined. “The Doctor found out two weeks ago,” he replied, chest heaving, try

Orlena’s POV Joan twisted her lips. Her face curled into something that felt like a mere performance. The air in the room stood still. I watched her walk past me like I was a piece of furniture. Like the six years I had spent with Brent and taking care of Eli meant nothing. She handed one paper cup of coffee to Brent. Her fingers brushed intentionally, sending a signal. Not once had she ever offered me anything. Not that I wanted anything from her. But just a reminder that she shouldn't barge into a space that she had abandoned for years. A space that someone had spent six years of her life putting together when she left and disappeared into oblivion. “Eli, looks peaceful,” she said, as I watched her locate a chair beside Brent like she belonged here. She sipped her coffee, with one eye, the other projecting on me. “You should rest, Brent. This is having a toll on you." I watched her place her fingers on Brent's neck. Feeling his body temperature like she cares right in fron

Orleana's POV. “I will orchestrate everything…”The word slammed into me like a failed train into the ditch. I blinked severally, as if my eyes had stopped functioning and my ears had betrayed me.My soul almost left me. With the revelation that had fallen into my ears.Is this a dream or what?I quickly reached for the phone in my pocket. My hand shook. Praying that it wouldn't expose me.I slid it open and gently. Then I started recording the voice. My heart rammed against my chest like it was about to explode.So this demon called doctor had the intention of orchestrating Eli's treatment and then switched everything up making it look like the death of Eli would come from my hand.My chest twisted, the little energy left in me was what I was using to lean on the divide between us.I knew everything about her screamed evil the first time our path crossed at the hallway a few hours ago but I couldn't put it together.My brain, palpitating like it was about to blow from my skull. My