All That Glitters isn't Gold (Zarry-Mpreg)

Chapter 3.

Present:

November 28th( cont.)

As I approached Harry's house I saw his car parked in the driveway, I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding relieved. Not for myself but our boys's sake.

Why the hell hadn't he bothered to come see the kids then when last seen they saw him was in April. He'd been touring Europe at the time and was in Italy, his mom came over to my house to take them they all flew out on Harry's private jet to see him.

He had missed their fourth birthday party so decided to make it up to them throwing a belated birthday celebration at his Italian villa with friends and family.

Was I wasn't invited? Of course not. Why would I be? We're only husbands on paper. Not like I was hurt by the blatant diss. In fact I welcomed the fortnight the boys were with him as kind of respite.

I had so much on my plate to deal with. Emotionally I was not in right place. I was dealing with post partuum depression triggered by it being seven months since my dad died. When I refused antidepressants the doctor suggested to get an emotional support dog.

That's how I came to owning two golden retrievers. It made me laugh when Harry misread my intentions for getting them. Just because the dogs were eight week old puppies when I got them he had in his mind I was obsessed with having babies.

In his defence he hadn't been aware I was suffering from depression. I never told him cause I don't want his pity.

But his behaviour toward me has made what I'm about to do easier.

You see I have a plan. I've decided to claim back my life and divorcing Harry. There's merely five months left till I'm allowed to file for divorce but fuck that. I refuse to wait sitting and watching life pass me by.

Moreover I'm not chancing having to wait 25th April to file for divorce only for something cripplingly bad to happen to him on the day, consequentially emotionally blackmailing me to stay with him. Harry doesn't want me at my prime best, I'm not having him at his worst.

I've served my purpose making him look like a saint when he's the devil himself.

It's my time to be slutty, find myself a man to do me right. Dating apps are creepy so I'm going to rely on old fashioned matching. Meeting someone by chance.

I've never been on a date, like ever, the whole dating thing is going to be new for me but I'm hoping to give it a jump start soon.

My plan depending it all goes accordingly is as follows, after serving Harry divorce papers I'm leaving the kids with him then drive to my best friend Niall's house.

From there we're flying to Maldives where he'll be marrying his boyfriend Josh in a week. When they depart for their honeymoon l'll to stay behind another week having my own lonely-moon.

Hopefully before the end of that week is over I'll have found a man to get frisky with below the decks before heading back home where I'll be spending Christmas with Harry at his house for our kids sake.

"Daddy's car is here, baba. He's home." Austin chirped bringing me out of my thoughts.

"Yes I can see that, bub." I said parking next to Harry's car.

"You think daddy bought us some toys from, um, where's he been again?" He  asked.

"Japan." I replied. "And you know your daddy always buys more toys for you than he should." I unbuckled my seatbelt, turned to look at them in the backseat. "Don't go out of the car, wait for me to come open the door for you okay?"