Kayla's POV
My brows raised and my pupils dilated.
"Are.. are you sure that's my results?" My voice broke.
I was in great shock.
For the past five years since I got married to Liam, I've never missed my period once to ever thought of getting pregnant.
Back then, when Grandma Helen was still here, she was often nervous, eager for me to get pregnant. But now that she was gone and no more and I'm planning to dissolve my marriage, it came.
The sullen expression on my face couldn't be hidden. This was supposed to be a moment of joy for me, a moment where my heart was supposed to be filled with nothing but pure bliss. Yet, my heart was filled with misery. Because it came at the wrong time.
"Mrs Reyes." Doctor Damien called, his hand waving at my face, obviously wondering what could be going through my mind as I got so quiet.
"I'm sorry Damien, it's just.. I never expected to be pregnant, not now, not.." My voice broke.
"I promise you, there were no mistakes in your results. You are pregnant Mrs Reyes and you must prioritize yourself now, do away with anything that's giving you stress, and eat healthy for the sake of the baby." He spoke, his voice persuasive.
"Alright, thank you, doctor." I muttered, my hand going down to my still very flat stomach.
I had a whole life growing in there now, something I had been expecting for complete five years of my life but never saw it, but now, it was here. Why did it have to come when I had given up everything and was ready to leave?
How it could've been such a happy moment for me and Grandma Helen if she was still alive. I've missed her since her death, but this moment, I couldn't even explain how much I missed her.
Tears welled up in my eyes and I wiped them off. I had to go now. Sniffling in, I stood up where I sat.
"Doctor Damien, I'd like to take my leave now, thank you so much.." I muttered, my tone appreciative.
"Alright, Mrs Reyes. Do take care of yourself and the baby." He muttered.
And with that, I left.
My hand still placed delicately on my stomach, I still couldn't believe I was pregnant now. What was I supposed to do about this? Tell Liam? But he doesn't love me or care about anything that concerns me. Would this change anything between us? What if it does? My mind was a muddle of thoughts.
Several minutes later, I arrived at my estate, my heart pounding faster in my chest. How was Liam going to take this?
Without thinking anymore about it, I walked through that elegant door of our penthouse, determined to break the news to Liam, with hope plugging on my heart that this could turn my marriage around for the better.
Maybe this could make Liam develop even if it was a piece of feelings for me.
However, when I got into the house, Liam was gone.
The Liam I had left here a few hours back was no longer here. He was gone with his other half. Not even a single care in the world why I had to see a doctor.
Deep sighs escaped my lungs. How was I supposed to break this news to him now that he was gone.
My shoulder slumped and my face became even more sullen, my stomach churned upset with anxiety building up in my chest. I was pregnant. With Liam's child. And yet I had never received any care from him.
What if I was making a great mistake telling him? I could just give him the papers and leave with my baby.
But the hope in my heart covered up the anxiety, and I decided to bet on Liam once again. I harbored some confidence in Liam, that he would turn around for the sake of his baby.
Just then, I remembered the doctor's advice. Avoiding anything that has to do with stress for the sake of the baby. For that, I decided to take a warm shower.
While in the shower, my mind never drifted away from thinking about everything that had happened since the beginning of my marriage, including now that the fate was unclear. Since I couldn't stop thinking, I took my bath as fast as possible and came out of the shower.
After drying my body, I lay calmly on the bed.
The bed I had slept on alone most of the nights. The bed that had witnessed my saddened body and the pillow that had drunk many of my tears. I lay there, my sanity going haywire, till I eventually drifted off to sleep.
A few hours later. I was deep into sleep. Just then, I heard several murmurs that weren't clear.
I guessed it was a dream as I turned over on the bed and continued sleeping. But suddenly, my body stiffened as I heard someone call my husband's name.
I lay there, making an effort to figure out what was happening, then came the two able-bodied lovers reeking of alcohol and kissing their way into my bedroom.
My matrimonial bed.
This wasn't the first time Liam had done something like this, but they had always done it in the other room leaving me completely broken, but today they preferred my room, a room I was supposed to share with only my husband.
Just as my brows raised and my eyes opened wide in horror, he spoke.
"I think this is Kayla's room, let's go to the other room," Liam said, his voice fluffy.
"Who's Kayla? Your mistress? Because I'm the wife haha.." Lyra spoke, in a boozy voice.
"Liam put a ring on it already.." She voiced, her tone groaning.
"No Lyra, I already have a wife.." Liam gabbed back.
"The one your old hag of a grandma got you? I'm your real wife! I'm the only one who's supposed to bear Reyes as your wife." She screeched.
My body hardened on the bed, I could neither stand up nor sit. As I lay there, my heart was completely torn into several chunks. Tears welled up in my eyes. I held tightly to my chest. My life had been so unfortunate, since the beginning of time.
Why I had to lose my parents at such a young age and then end up with a man who had no regard for me and treated me like I was no woman was something I could never wish for my enemy.
"I told you I have a wife already.." Liam's voice came through again.
"Then divorce her!" Lyra muttered, her voice yelling.
"Okay.." Liam muttered with his voice still hoarse.
Pain pierced through my soul like a blade, as I laid, glued to the bed, taking in all the disrespect.
Just then, the sound of two lips relishing on each other overwhelmed the atmosphere. The room was covered in their romance.
Within a split second, they sank into the bed beside where I lay, still relishing on each other's lips.
Tears kept streaming down my face as they devoured each other at my back. I held tightly to my chest as I cried hard.
As though Liam jolted back to his senses, he suddenly put a light to my face and my eyelids were tightly shut with tears streaming down the side.
"She's sleeping.." I heard him murmur and in a split second, I could hear them stripping down to nothing. And beside me there, at my back, my husband made out with his mistress.
Severe pain shimmered through my chest, my hand slowly went down to my stomach, and I got dumped into so much tears.