All Chapters of Married to a Narcissist, Pregnant With My Ex’s Child: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

A blonde woman sat on Tom’s lap, her arm draped over his shoulder as she sat crosleged over his Lap, their faces close enough to touch. My chest tightened, my legs felt like jelly, and for a second I couldn’t breathe. Tom stood up abruptly, pushing her gently aside. My voice quivered. “What's the meaning of this, Tom?” Tom's brows furrowed; he pointed a finger in my direction. “You, what are you doing here? Haven't I warned you to not come here uninvited?” “Who is this Tom?” the lady asked. I glanced at her — and recognised her instantly. I couldn't mistake her for anything. Lisa, Tom’s first love. My heart dropped. “Sadly, she's my wife, Lisa,” Tom said, his fingers curled tightly by his side. My heart finally shattered into a million pieces. “Sadly?” He turned to the secretary. “I told you not to allow anybody in.” “Sir, I tried to stop her, but…” “Get out,” he commanded. She turned around sharply and walked out. “You didn't tell me you had a wife, T

Selene's POV(the wedding) My pleadings had fallen on deaf ears. Mr Harold needed a woman for his son, and I was the perfect candidate. How could Father think selling me like this would fix everything? Did he not see me as his daughter or just a pawn to secure a deal? After a week and one day, I stood at the altar wearing a white dress I hadn't picked myself. Tom Harold stood across from me, a grim expression on his face. He looked like a man who never took risks-a man who carefully calculated and planned the next day's events. We had only met a few days ago for dinner between our families. We sat around the table, and when Father introduced me to him as the daughter he was to wed, he only nodded and continued with his meal. I knew I was in for a long run. We would grow to love each other. That is what I had told myself. But now, as we exchanged our vows before the congregation, I wasn't so sure. "Will you take Tom Harold as your lovely wedded husband, to love and cheri

Selene’s POV.I took a step back, placing my hands on the counter for support. My head spun.He stepped forward. Alarm was written all over his face.“Are you okay?”“I am fine,” I managed to say.Was this really Rowland? He stood a few inches taller than me, and his brown curly hair had been trimmed perfectly. He wore an expensive suit, and the scent of his perfume filled the air.I straightened, glancing around instinctively.Tom's sister, Melanie, hovered over Lisa, giggling as she showed her something in it. Tom was nowhere in sight.I swallowed. My voice shook.“What are you doing here, Rowland?”He exhaled, “Look, Selene, I know how crazy this all looks, showing up out of nowhere, but…”“Rowland. I don't have time for this. Why are you here?”His brows raised. “I came back for you, Selene.”My chest tightened. His eyes pierced into mine; I looked away.“I don't want to see you, Rowland. I am married now."His expression dropped, like he had been slapped across the face.“I heard

Tom’s POVA FEW HOURS EARLIER. I sat behind my desk in the office. My mind spiralled.Selene had been acting rather strange lately. She hardly texts me when I don't show up at the house anymore and the way she spoke to me this morning.Her eyes were fiery. I had seen something in them. Something I had never seen before.I glanced at the locked drawer. Could she know?No. I doubt it.I dismissed the thought as quickly as it came. Selene was emotional. That's how women get when they feel their spot is being threatened.My phone dinged with Lisa’s text, but I scrolled to Selene's chat.The last time she had texted was five days ago.I laid back in my seat.Someone knocked on the door.“Come in.”The door opened, and Markham, my executive director, stepped inside, clutching a file.“Sir, I’ve compiled the figures you asked for…”I raised a hand without looking at him. “Handle it.”He hesitated. “It involves the stock exchange records…”“I said handle it, Markham,” I snapped, finally meet