Semua Bab The Unloved Wife Of Damien Whitmore: Bab 1 - Bab 10

Chapter 1LINAThe pregnancy test slipped from my trembling fingers and fell, making a noise as it clattered against the bathroom counter. I couldn't believe what I was seeing as I slowly rubbed my eyes thinking I was getting too tired. But the visual refused to change. Two pink lines stared back at me.Pregnant.I pressed my palm against my stomach, feeling nothing at all, yet I knew everything had completely changed forever in the span of three minutes. I was growing a baby inside me. A baby. Damien's baby to be exact.I grabbed the edge of the sink, gripping it tightly as my knuckled turned white as I stared at the sunken refection in the mirror. I was looking more hideous today, with pale face, dried lips and sunken eyes filled with eye bags. What the hell was I supposed to do? What could I say to him? Would he even want this, considering our circumstances surrounding our marriage?How could I tell him when I had always known that this marriage was nothing more than an joke to hi

Chapter 3LINAThe cemetery was quiet and empty in the late morning. I had brought fresh lilies-it used to be my mum's favourites, and held them to my chest as I walked the familiar path leading to their graves.I'd been here countless times over the years, but today felt different. Today I was going to tell them what I hadn't told anyone yet.I rounded the corner past the old oak tree, and my steps faltered, as I slowed down, my eyes zeroing on the figure ahead of me.Damien was there.He stood about twenty feet away from my parents' graves, and he wasn't alone. Adora was beside him, looking elegant, even in black, dabbing at her eyes with a handkerchief. They were positioned in front of a different headstone, one I didn't recognize.My heart was pounding against my ribs. What were they doing here? Damien spotted me first. His expression shifted immediately from somber to sharp, his jaw tightening as his eyes were locked on me. He said something to Adora, who nodded her head then s

Chapter 5LINAI stared at the words written on his tombstone.*Daniel Cruz Torres. He loved without reservation.*"Hi, Dad," I said, and my voice came out small and very timid The way it used to when I was a teenager sitting in exactly this spot, after the accident, after the Whitmore had taken me in and the world had become a place I no longer recognized because my guardians who had shielded me from the terrible parts of the world had died and left me afloat. I used to come here and talk to them both for hours in those early days, filling them in on everything as though they'd simply been away on a long trip and needed catching up.I hadn't spoken out loud to them in a while. Usually I just sat, which felt like enough because with them I felt a lot less alone.Today I needed more than enough."I'm pregnant," I said.The wind moved through the oak tree behind me. That was all."I found out three days ago. I've been walking around with it ever since, and I haven't told anyone, and I

Chapter 7LINA"Damien Whitmore, CEO of Whitmore Industries, was photographed this afternoon carrying our very own socialite Adora Cavendish into the Pemberton Medical Centre following a reported ankle injury at a private event involving the two of them, we are not yet sure of how the injury came to be, but from the panicked look on Damien's face, we can conclude that it was a grave injury. This is not the first or third time we have seen something involving this couple, after all Whitmore and Cavendish have long been subjects of public fascination given their past history as childhood friends and past lovers before Whitmore arranged marriage to his wife Selina Rodriquez two years ago, following the death of her parents after they saved his life.Sources close to the pair, reporting from inside say Whitmore stayed with Cavendish for several hours, personally ensuring she was seen by a specialist, that had been flown in from another city and this has ended up raising questions about

Chapter 9LINAHe knocked.That was the first thing that surprised me. Damien had never knocked on a door in his own house in the entire two years I had lived in it. He moved through every room with that feeling of ownership that he did not need to request for permission to do anything, and knocking was a privilege he didn't think I needed.But he stood in the doorway of our bedroom and rapped his knuckles twice against the frame, which was almost more unsettling than if he had simply walked in."Can I come in?""It's your room," I said.He came in. He left the door open behind him, which I thought was interesting, as though he wanted the option to leave easily or perhaps wanted me to feel like I had one. He looked at the bed for a moment, then at the chair near the window, and chose the chair. I was sitting on the edge of the bed, and I did not move. There was some distance between us which I thought was appropriate for the conversation we were going to have.He had changed his shir