Chapter 8

"I hired a private investigator to follow Ivana, and that is how I found out she has been having an affair with a man named Luke for over three years now," Donna said, leaning forward over the table.

"According to the timeline from when Jay was born, he is the biological father."

"So you are saying you don't have proper proof that Luke is the father? Then why are you making assumptions? Who knows if Ivana is also seeing another man behind his back?" I yelled, gripping my water glass tightly.

"Stop being a love-brained fool, Do you think a man would be taking another man's child to the park and buying him toys and clothes if he wasn't his own? Think Bella.

"Hmm, you are right, but I... I still think maybe he is not Jay's father, What if they just started having an affair recently?" I mumbled.

Donna shook her head slowly, her expression full of pity. "Poor Bella, I pity you so much for actually trying to convince yourself all of this is a lie, but I am sorry to burst your bubble, this is real, so please snap out of whatever dream you are trapped in and face reality."

"I just don't want to believe Luke could have a child outside our marriage, If he already had a child, then why was he willing to pay for expensive IVF treatments for me to get pregnant? I believe his mother would have been taunting me with that child from day one if he indeed is jays father."

"Maybe he doesn't want you to divorce him, that's why he wants you to have your own baby too, or maybe, just maybe, he is hiding something even bigger."

"I don't understand, what else Luke could possibly be hiding from me."

"We will only know for sure if we investigate further, but one thing is certain, he is Jay's father, If you still doubt me, bring me a strand of Luke's hair and let's run a DNA test."

"Fine then, I will bring his hair for the test, but I won't make any conclusions yet till I see proof with my own eyes," I said, standing up from the booth.

"Suit yourself," Donna mumbled as she gathered her things and left me sitting alone at the table, completely consumed by my thoughts.

Later that night, the clock on the wall struck twelve midnight before Luke finally unlocked the front door and walked into the house.

"I had a miscarriage two days ago and you didn't even come back home to comfort me, What exactly have I done to wrong you, tell me, Luke," I screamed, marching straight up to him and grabbing the collar of his jacket and shaking him violently.

Luke shoved me away violently.

"I don't want to come home because you nag me too much, I want a woman who can give me peace of mind and a baby without making a fuss about every little thing."

"How am I making a fuss? so you are saying, I don't even deserve to be angry after your mother pushed me down and made me lose our baby?" I yelled.

Luke shoved me hard, sending me crashing straight down onto the floor.

"Don't blame my mother, Blame yourself for being too weak to handle something as small as a pregnancy."

"I went through hell just to finally get pregnant, and then I lost our baby, and you are telling me I am weak? How am I weak? I cook and I clean this entire house, I take care of your mother and your siblings whenever they come to visit, I cook for you and your friends when you bring them to the house, What exactly have I not done to please you?"

"Cooking and cleaning are all the basic things you were supposed to do, as a wife why exactly are you complaining about that, Luke scoffed rolling his eyes."

"Luke why don't you clean and cook yourself so you see if they just basic things cause now, all you do is criticize me, Didn't you say before that you would never hurt me? but look at you, Luke, you are hurting me deeply, Is this what our marriage to mean to you? Betraying me is one thing, but now you don't even care that I just lost our baby," I cried out, tears flooding my face as I sat face down on the floor.

"Stop your whining, Bella, You are pathetic, " Luke yelled, glaring down at me with disgust.

"Pathetic? I gave you the best years of my youth, I let your family treat me like a servant, and when I lose our child, you call me pathetic?" I screamed.

"Yes, you are pathetic, Look at yourself crying on the floor like a baby over something that little as losing a child which we both know was your fault, see bella I don't want to see you put on this pity act of yours again so you better clean your tears before I get mad."

"Stop putting the blame on me Luke, your mother is the reason we lost our baby."

"How dare you blame my mother, You tripped because you are clumsy and useless," Luke roared, his hand swinging violently through the air, crashing hard across the left side of my face.

"Luke, you... hit me?" I screamed, clutching my burning cheek as tears blinded my vision completely.