Rival Lovers (Completed)

Chapter 27

1 Month Ago (Continuation of Chapter 26)

Meredith even warned me about this. Meredith had earlier told me in the month that Francis was likely to cheat.

Meredith knows all about all the gangs. She's been well taught about everything. She knows that Francis's father had cheated on his wife multiple times.

And as soon as she died he had multiple women in his bed at night. I didn't believe for a second that Francis would've done anything like that. Especially since he wanted our marriage to be real.

I wish I had listen to her. I wish I had had a talk with Francis about cheating. About having an affair.

I know he only had sex with her, and they didn't bug me as much. It just felt weird to be cheated on, especially by someone that I truly care about.

I know that sounds dumb, and for the past few months I may have told myself multiple times that I didn't care about him, but now that I feel the pain of being cheated on by him, it is clear that I care about him.

"Leave me alone, please Francis. I don't wanna talk to you, I don't wanna listen to you. I hate you right now, don't talk to me, leave me alone. Leave the house, and don't talk to me for a while. I will come and talk to you when I want to talk to you. Just leave me alone. It's not good for the baby to be being stressed out. You have caused enough damage. Go back to that whore."

He didn't say anything, but I quickly heard his footsteps walk away from the door. I knew you'd walked away, and I was glad that he decided not to fight with me about it.

I figured that if I didn't say the thing about the baby, he would've continued to knock on the door and beg for me to come outside. Which I wouldn't do, and I was afraid he would knock down the door. Francis had a temper on him, just like his father.

I didn't want to talk to him, I had to give it some time. I need to calm down. For the baby. Francis and I had to talk about a lot of things, but first we had to let time sit. Francis had to calm down, and so did I.

After that month of fun, Francis and I ended up talking about her issues. He apologized 1 million times. It is clearly still upset about it. Him and I haven't been having sex as much. It's mostly to entertain me.

A baby definitely makes your hormonal levels go off the chain. We don't sleep in the same bed anymore. I ended up deciding to go stay in my room. He begged me not to, but I ignored him. Now all of my stuff is in that room.

I barely see him, only when we have breakfast, lunch, or dinner together. Which is only every few days. Mostly since he's so busy.

I wish life was easier, I wish a lot of things did happen. I have definitely fallen in love with my baby. I love hearing his little heartbeat, and I love feeling his small little kicks. But he doesn't do that often, but I love feeling it either way.

With Francis, that's a whole other story. The feelings that I felt about caring for him, have completely gone away. The whole idea of us trying to get together, and trying to be a family, has gone down the drain.

He still tries, but I don't care anymore. He clearly doesn't care about me, or the baby. He may act like he does, but he doesn't. He didn't just cheat on me. When I try to talk to him about the cheating if you days later after he told me, he hit me. I never expected him to do that.

But I pissed him off greatly after yelling and screaming at him. I will make that I threw a vase of him, but he had no right to hit me.

As I said, we barely talk anymore. The whole appointment has been the most talk and we have talked in the past month. He apologize greatly for hitting me, but I'm done. I'm done being his friend, I done mean his wife, I'm done being anything towards him.

I need to get in contact with Wren, I need my friend. Whether he wants to talk to me or not, I need someone.

"I was quite surprised when you agreed to talk to me again. You haven't talk to me in forever. I thought you were pissed off at me. It's been a long few months without you. A lot has happened. I wish you were there. I mean I can't blame you, you have a lot going on in your life too."

"What can I say Beverly? I'm sorry. I wanted to get in contact with you again, but I was just upset with myself. I was never mad at you. I tried to blame you for weeks, even a month or two. But I couldn't do that. That's why I answered your call. I figured we are both going through a lot of stuff right now. Especially with your pregnancy and all. Don't worry, I already know it's not mine. It's going all over the world right now, that you're pregnant with Francis's baby. A little boy? I would've expected a little girl."

"Yeah, and the doctor told me about the time that the baby was likely conceive, I automatically knew it wasn't yours. I'll never tail France is the truth, but I figured if the baby wasn't his. He'll kill me. He'll also kill you, which is something I do not want. I care a lot about you, and I don't want anything to happen to you. If I'm being honest with you, and myself, it's better that this baby is his. The baby has no risk in this life, except for the whole world wanting it dead. At least it's better that it's father doesn't"

He looked at me inside. It was only about a week ago that he contacted me. He contacted me on the day that I was thinking about him. It was almost like it was fake.

Whenever I think about him, he calls me, or text me. It's like we share the same brain. We decided to meet up at a café, I did tell Francis the truth.

I told him that I was meeting up with Wren, to not make him angry and think that I was cheating on him.

Francis has been quite antsy the last few days. He has been quite on edge. A lot as happened in his business world, stuff that I do not care to know.

Only about three days ago he came home, a bloody mess. I knew it wasn't his word, and that he had killed someone. It was my right not to ask. I wasn't allowed to speak about it furthermore.

What I thought of a one time thing worth of him hitting me, became a daily thing. As the days went by, Francis only got more aggressive.

He would yell and scream, which I didn't know why. I figured it had something to do with the business. But he always came towards me. He would never scream his man, unless it was needed. Other than that, he would come straight to the bedroom where I would be calm and start yelling at me.

Especially if it wasn't my fault. He will start bitching, and complaining. Which would only lead to me yelling at him.

I will soon regret me opening my mouth, by earning a snack by him. Yesterday, I got hit three times. I told him that I didn't care what he was hitting me.

He told me that I would regret saying that. He hit me two more times, and walked out of the room. After that, I heard the door lock, and I was stuck in the room for a good seven hours. I remember my father telling me that Francis was nothing like his father.

But Francis was different. I wanted to believe that so bad, but after the past month of everything that he has done to me, I can no longer believe it. I can no longer lie to myself and say that Francis is not his father. I've heard horrible stories about Francis's father.