Zander

Chapter 30

"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT ME TO SAY?" I yell before throwing a mug at the wall besides my wife who won't let the situation go.

Tiffany has turned into a complete demon since I told her about the possible pregnancy two nights ago and it's getting to the point where I am very close to filing for divorce. Now that there is a slight chance that another woman is having my child which is something that we have never encountered, Tiffany is hellbent on getting pregnant.

I have deprived myself of sex because I don't want to risk her messing with the pill or my condoms.

"I WANT YOU TO TELL ME THAT YOU WANT ME TO HAVE YOUR CHILD!" Tiffany yells back while throwing a spoon in my direction. "AND NOT YOUR CHILDHOOD SWEETHEART!"

"FUCK SAKES!" I kick over a stool before cursing as the seat breaks off the legs. "See what the fuck you made me do."

"No, that's your stupidity for you." She hisses and I kiss my teeth at her. "All I ever wanted was to have your child and you have shut me down time after time but when your ex... when your ex tells you that she might be pregnant, you're suddenly ok with having a child."

I shrug my shoulders, "That's life for you."

"What makes her better than me?" Tiffany puffs out her chest as she approaches me and I roll my eyes. "What's so fucking special about Meagan? You've been with me way longer than you ever were with her so... why her?"

"You're not Meagan." I tell her simply. "Meagan can hold her own and she's the only-"

I cut myself off as I realise what I'm about to say and Tiffany slowly nods her head.

"The only girl you've ever loved, right?" She snorts. "Well you better let that girl know that you have a wife who is not happy about this shit. Just because you guys didn't have respect for yourselves or me when you slept together, it doesn't mean that I have to deal with your shit."

I narrow my eyes at her, "What are you trying to say?"

"I'm not dealing with your bastard chil-" I grab Tiffany by the throat and she stares at me wide eyed as I tighten my grip.

"Who the fuck do you think you're talking to like that?" I seethe while staring into her eyes. "If there is indeed a child then you will not refer to said child as a bastard. You must have forgotten who I am, don't let these past couple of months fool you. I'm still a sick motherfucker who's not afraid to teach you a fucking lesson."

"Fuck you, Zander." Tiffany spits in my face and I stare at her in disgust while releasing my grip on her neck. "FUCK YOU FOR CHEATING ON ME AND GETTING ANOTHER WOMAN PREG-"

A loud sound erupts in the room as I backhand Tiffany and she falls to the ground with a thud. A mixture of feelings wash over me as I stare down at my wife who is looking up at me in horror and I sigh deeply while taking a few steps back.

"You should leave."

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CelebDaily: #ZanderAnoai was spotted having lunch with an unidentified woman who appeared to be vying for his attention. When fans approached the wrestler for pictures, he rudely shut them down before throwing a fit about people being in his business. Following his outburst, Zander stormed out of the restaurant alongside the woman who swiftly entered his car.

Who is this woman? Where is Tiffany?

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The whole Tiffany/Meagan situation left me feeling all over the place that I couldn't compete in a match that I had lined up for tonight. I was looking forward to beating Drew McIntyre's ass but my mind just isn't where it needs to be for me to participate in the match.

"What the fuck is going on with you?" Jason's facial expression changes to one of fear as I start speeding down the highway and I don't react as he clutches the handle. "FUCK! SLOW THE CAR DOWN!"

I ignore his words as I continue to accelerate and my head smacks against the headrest as we start reaching the hundreds. As my vision begins to blur, I spot a mini van coming into view and Jason begins to panic as I make no move to switch lanes. 

The driver starts flashing their lights but I smirk as I start closing the distance between us. I switch lanes in the very last second, narrowly missing their bumper by an inch and a dark chuckle leaves my lips.

Jason looks at me in terror, "Do you have a fucking death wish? If you feel like killing yourself then do that shit in your own time."

I flash him a smile before turning my attention back to the road.

"The next time you call me at one in the fucking morning, I'm ignoring that shit." Jason sinks into his seat. "Not only did you pick me up in the lambo knowing that I can't fit comfortably but you're also trying to kill me. Thanks dude, thanks a lot."

Without warning, I pull to a complete stop and our bodies jolt forward before being pulled back by the seatbelt. I ignore the pain that I feel in my chest as I stare down at the highway which is practically empty.

"Fuck man." Jason groans while rubbing his chest. "You're paying for my fucking medical bills, you fucking dick."

I don't respond as I continue to stare out at the road infront of us.

"I know that I've always been your fucking ride or die but I ain't trying to die no more, I've got a kid on the way." He sighs. "It's time for me to start doing some shit right before the baby comes along, I don't want them to have a shitty dad."

"You'll be a great father." I reassure him as he relaxes his body. "You always wanted to have a child, I mean that's why you dated three bitches at the same time. It would have been easier if you went on the bachelor but you got to sleep with all three of them so fair play to yo-"

"What's going on?"

"Meagan might be pregnant." I fight my body over control as I feel my emotions starting to spring. "I'm not cut out to be a fucking dad, I never wanted children."

Jason lets out a low whistle, "Shit dude. Have you told the wife?"

"She wants me to convince Meg to get an abortion." His jaw drops at my words. "I could have killed the bitch for saying that and now she wants a baby again. Do you know how fucking long it took me to get her to stop talking about fucking kids?"

"You screwed up."

"I don't know what to do anymore." I sigh deeply while pulling out a blunt from my glove compartment. "This whole situation is stressing me the fuck out and at this rate, I wish I never met none of these bitches."

"I told you not to marry that Tiffany." Jason gives me a look. "That one has always been trouble. Who the fuck sticks around for seven years knowing that they're getting cheated on?"

"Beats me." I start fishing through my pocket for a lighter. "Man I need a fucking break."