His Assistant |Chresanto August Love Story|

Losing.

|Jasmine|

I paced the living room floor because Chresanto had been gone for a while now.

I know he went out and did something stupid even when I begged him not to. He so hard-headed. I don't know how to even deal with him anymore.

I sat down on the sofa because my back started hurting.

I'm almost at the end of my second trimester.

I've been experiencing some trouble with getting my blood pressure under control. But with Chres' hard headed ass, it's impossible to get it right.

I tried to make myself calm down by scrolling through my newsfeed.

Soon Chresanto walked through the door.

"Hey babe." He spoke, walking into the kitchen.

I took in his appearance. He was sweaty. I knew he was up to something.

"Where you been Chresanto?" I asked, walking behind him.

"Ooo, no hi, no gimme kiss, no nothing?" He asked, looking in the fridge.

"Answer me!" I demanded.

"I had to finish up some work at the office." He shrugged.

"You're lying." I said closing the fridge.

He just looked at me.

"Chresanto, I called the office. They said you were only there for 45 minutes. You were gone for 3 hours. Where were you at?"

He sat there and looked around.

"You went after Jacob didn't you?" I asked.

Silence.

"Dammit! Answer me!" I yelled.

"He had the mother of my first born killed. How am I supposed to tell a 6 year old that he will never see his mother again? How could I let him get away with something like this." He said softly.

"Chresanto. I begged you not to do anything stupid. Please tell me that you didn't kill him."

Silence.

"You killed him didn't you?"

Silence.

"If you don't fucking answer me." I said through gritted teeth.

"I didn't." I sighed. "But one of my boys did."

"What the fuck Chresanto. You're just as low as he was. You took another person's life. You took his life, just like he took Desiree's life. I honestly can't believe I said yes to marrying you. I can't believe I'm having a baby by you. How the hell do you live with yourself?" I screamed.

"You don't even understand the half of it Jasmine. You can't relate to me can you? You label me as a murderer and it makes me feel like shit."

"I label you as a murderer because y- Aghh." A sharp pain shot through my stomach.

I bent over in pain.

"Baby!" Chresanto yelled, getting up.

"Don't touch m- owwwww." I yelped in pain.

I felt something warm between my legs. I reached down to see that it was blood.

"Oh my god." Chresanto yelled. "C'mon. We gotta go."

I put on my shoes and we rushed out to the car.

I was in so much pain. So many thoughts were running through my mind.