Pamela ran some errands, and then she went home. She placed her camera into the bag on her shoulder, and thought of everything going on in her life right now.
Suicide wasn't an option for her. It was sad thinking about death instead of birth, when a baby was growing in her.
The child in her was supposed to be an affirmation of life and hope. An antidote to all the tragedies that had happened to her.
Harry had called her twice since she stepped out but she didn't pick up. She had placed her phone on DND, and continued shopping.
When she got to the estate she shares with her husband, she left the groceries im the car, and tiptoed to the front door. Her breath caught in her throat, and her whole body trembled as she prayed silently for Henry to be far away from home at the moment.
One of the worker in the house saw her, smiled widely at her, and went to fetch the groceries from the car.
"God, please," she pleaded softly, as she glanced at her wrist watch. Drawing in a sharp breath, she pushed the door open, and walked in.
Ten steps forward, there was another door which she pushed open again before she the living room came to sight.
She let out a startled whince, and she could hear her heart drop when she saw Harry seated on the most dominant couch in the living room, staring right at her.
She didn't need to guess. He had been waiting for her to return. And no, he wasn't in a good mood. Like always.
"Where were you in the last five hours?" he asked in a casual American accent.
Pamela swallowed. There was no emotion in his voice. Yet. It wasn't completely a good sign. She immediately felt her palm sweating.
"I went to get groceries and after that, I took a walk for some photographs," she said, sounding calmer than she felt on the inside.
"I won't ask you again," he warned sternly, staring into her eyes. "Where were you in the last five hours,"
Pamela took an unconscious step back. Her head rang, when their eyes met. Her feet screamed at her to run but she knew that there was no escaping Harry.
"I…."
"Tell me about it," an emotion slipped out of him. Disappointment. "You went to an hotel and spent one hour in there." and then, he proceeded to bring out a little paper from his pant pocket. The white paper contained some digits of someone with a name on it 'Daniel'. "What were you doing there?"
Pamela swallowed. She felt like she was going to have an heart attack. She had no choice but to be honest with him. She always had been, until now. It was the first time she ever lied to him about anything.
"Daniel is my lawyer," she informed, trying so hard not to appear as shaky as she was on the inside. "I went to him because I wanted to have some of my fortune moved to charity," she looked remorseful.
Harry let out a chuckle. It came out harsh and Pamela found herself shaking. "You went to an hotel to see a lawyer? Isn't my house flattering enough for you to bring your men into, you little sl*t,"
"It was a professional visit," Pamela tried to explain.
Her parents had both died in a car accident two months ago. Being the only child, they left everything to her even if she doesn't want anything to do with them again. They heartless sold her to a beast for money and now, they left the money with her. She felt disgusted by the idea of it. She just wanted to give out as much as she could.
"You fucked him in the hotel, didn't you? Also, who do you see when I leave to work? Did you also take pictures of his cock?" he spat out.
Pamela broke, and she found herself crying. She bowed her head, and folded both of her hands before her, as she tried not to make a sound.
"Was he good? Was he as good as I am on bed?" Harry went on. Right now, he was standing five feet apart from her, and belittled her more by staring down at her.
Pamela didn't make a comment. She just stood there, looking paralysed, ashamed and mentally shut down. She had seen her lawyer, and nothing more. She wouldn't even consider it. They have been married for five years and if she wanted to do what he accused her of right now, she would have done it a long time ago especially with how unkind he was.
Harry gripped both sides of her shoulders, and shook her to look at him. "Why didn't you tell me?" he spat the words in her face, with venom in his eyes, and poison in his mouth.
"Soemtimes, my business are private," she said between her tears, as she managed to be brave enough to look at him.
He never let her do anything for herself. Ever since they got married, he made sure her life revolved around him. He shut her out ofbthe outside world, and made sure whatever she get, or whoever she speaks to go through him.
"Private?" he let the word roll out of him mouth and before Pamela could fully brace herself for what to come, he gave her a back handed slap while still holding her still with his other hand.
"I'm sorry I lied to you," she apologised immediately, trying to sound calmer than she felt. Her cheek stung, and her neck was still twisted from the effect of his slap.
"Look at me," Harry commanded.
Pamela obeyed immediately.
"If you ever step out of this house to see anyone, I'll kill you. Do you understand that? Get it through your head right now, that I won't put up with you speaking to, or seeing anyone who isn't me,"
Pamela nodded, unable to speak, while her tears choked her throat.
Harry let out a pissed sigh and once again, without a warning, he grabbed her from her hair, and slammed her against the wall. She nearly flew across the room in his grip. She let out a gasp when her back hit the wall. Harry moved to her, and lowered his face next to hers.
"Answer me with words, Pam. Do you understand?"
Pamela heard a grinning in her ears and she was sure it was the sound of her heart crushing, even if there was nothing left to be broken again. "I do," she whispered.
Pamela felt a sharp pain at her back. She turned pale immediately, and Harry could see that she was in pain. Great pain.
Blood began to pool up between her legs. Her eyes widened, and she looked up at Harry. She knew what was happening. She was losing her baby.
Harry didn't know about the baby. She planned to tell him the moment the pregenacy turned three months.
"Harry," she called with panic. "Harr_" he got away from her. Pamela felt her bones crushing. She fell the floor, and tried to crawl to him.
"And right, I knew you were pregnant. I didn't want any bastard child from you." Harry said with a look of pleasure. "Wait a few minutes more, and the baby would be complete gone," he suggested without remorse.