PREGNANT FOR BROTHER IN LAW

Thirty -Seven

I sighed and looked at my phone. 'Will everything be okay?'

"No, nothing is going to be okay, you bitch!"

My body went still, my heart started to beat, my hands were shaking but I couldn't turn around and look at her.

Has she been there the whole time while I was speaking to her husband? What did she hear? Those were the questions running in my head

I wanted to turn but I couldn't. I thought of jumping from this place and maybe escaping but then she will grab me and beat me even before I begin running.

I gathered courage and looked at her. I needed to face her no matter the situation. I will apologize to her and tell her that I didn't mean whatever I said to her husband. I know she will forgive me and smile at it. Furthermore, I am helping her carry the heir and she doesn't want to ruin anything with that.

I slowly turned around but before I could fully face her, she pounced on me, scratching my cheeks with one of her long manicured nails. I closed my eyes and let her hit me with her handbag on my face and head. I can endure it.

I knew they were married, so I was in the wrong. Seducing her husband like that as if I am his wife was wrong. I wish I had let my instinct guide me about leaving him alone, look at me now. Tomorrow, my face will look like it has been scuffed by a lion.

"I am going to kill you, what are you doing to him?"

She was shouting all over the place. She was cursing and my brain couldn't register much of what she was saying. I was calm, yes, but I didn't want to let her words get into my head until she said, "You are just like your mother, a whore who can't leave people's husbands alone!"

That hurt me. I quickly pushed her and wanted to jump on top of her but she was too strong for me. The instant I pushed her, she gained the momentum and pinned me down. Holding my hands on top of my head, this used to be sexy when her husband did it. Now it's ugly when the wife is the one doing it to you.

"I gave you all of these, Vee, all of these!"

She was shouting, but my mind was back to her previous sentence. I know my father met her mother first but he still married my mother. That doesn't qualify as being a whore. I wished she hadn't brought my mother into this. She has nothing to do with this. If anyone was to be blamed, it was me. I am the whore but not my mother.

"Is this not enough? Is this not enough for you Vee? You want to make sure that you take him away from me! You want him all alone and not even because you made me lose our first child?" She was now weeping. A part of my heart felt sorry for her.

"I didn't mean what I told him, I just wanted to comfort him, siz."

The moment I said the last word, a slap was plastered on my face, and I could feel the sting that came with it. She grabbed the collar of my dress and looked at me, fire burning in her eyes, her hair was all over the place and now, she didn't look like that one model on TV trying to sell her catwalks for Gucci or Prada. She looked like one of the whore trying to fight her fellow whore over a customer.

"Are you trying to provoke me? You didn't mean it? Xander doesn't smile at me like that. He is not concerned about the way he is towards you! You want to lie to my face that, all that was for nothing? Comforting him? Since when have you become that kind of a person?" I looked at her. For now, I didn't feel anything. All I felt when I heard her words was pity.