Resolution

Chapter Three

After being discharged, - albeit reluctantly but not before Dr Stevens did a final check up on me- on the condition that I come back over the next few days for a check up.

She prescribed pain killers for the soreness I was experiencing from the accident and explicitly told me to come back if the pain worsened or I started bleeding heavily. But I was fine. Nothing could compare to the pain in my heart. To the hole that betrayal had created in it.

When Greg gets back late into the night, I hear him come upstairs to our room. He switches on the light and jumps in fright when he realizes that I am in the room, sitting in an armchair in a corner directly staring into space.

“Geez! What’s wrong with you? Are you trying to scare me? Why would you sit so quietly in the dark huh?” He growls angrily, clearly flustered that I had frightened him.

That’s his response. He doesn’t even ask why the driver called him several times today after he got into a fight with his wife. What a wasteful excuse for a husband.

“I heard you had the driver call the office several times today along with the thousand calls he left on my cellphone. Don’t do that again. If you want to throw a tantrum over such a minor thing, do it elsewhere. It’s a place of business for God’s sake.” My place of business, you mean. I think bitterly to myself.

What an absolute bastard. He hasn't even bothered to ask why the driver was calling him so many times and he even talks about my company like it’s his own, like it’s his property. White-hot rage fills me. I dig my nails into the armrests of the chair in a bid to hide my anger.

It’s all my fault. I was so blinded by stupidity and called it love that I gave him control of everything. Well, not for long. He’ll never touch what’s mine. Never again.

I do not respond and instead keep staring into the distance. He ignores me and makes his way to the bathroom. He halts his movements when he sees the piece of paper I left on his vanity table for him to find. Knowing Greg, he’ll want to know what it is.

He always tries to control me life but doesn’t want me interfering in his. It’s fine because very soon, I’ll be out of his life for good but not before I get my revenge and everything owed to me.

“What is this, huh?” He picks up the paper and reads it. The look of suspicion on his face gives way to shock.

“You’re pregnant? How can you be pregnant?”

I don’t even spare him a glance and continue to look into the distance. My silence must have annoyed him because he walks up to me and shakes my arms to get me attention.

“Can’t you hear me? I said how can this happen?” He asks stupidly, waving the piece of paper in my face.

“How are you pregnant?” He asks again, suspicion bleeding through his tone. There's something else too. If I didn't know better I would have said I saw a hint of jealousy flitting across his features. It's gone in an instant after which rage fills his expression.

“Are you cheating on me? I know I haven’t screwed you in months so explain to me how you are pregnant right now!” He yells in front of my face as his grip on my arm tightens.

“Let me go Greg, you’re hurting me.” I whisper still without meeting his eye. I've clearly ticked him off. I should have been more careful approaching this.

My lack of reaction sets him off, he wraps his hand around my neck, squeezing tight, he forces me to look straight into his green eyes, the eyes I fell in love with before but now the forest green pools seem, just, different, distant.

Nothing like the man I promised my forever to. Whoever this person was, was not Greg. He was not my Greg and that’s why I will feel no remorse when I destroy him, destroy both of them.

“Answer me! Tell me the truth right now.” He shouts, his hand tightening even more around my throat.

“Can't…..breathe….” I choke out. His grip on my throat loosens enough for me to take precious air in and speak.

“You want to know the truth? Fine. I got pregnant the way anyone else would get pregnant-through sex. Two months ago, you walked into the room drunk and forced yourself on me while moaning my sister’s name. Is that what you want to hear? Huh, is it? If you don’t believe me you can get a paternity test when the baby is born.” I spit out at him,my voice hoarse from the pressure.

He recoils, seemingly surprised that I would respond to him like that. Well, he hasn’t seen anything yet.

He removes his hand from my neck and steps away from me. I cough, trying to take in precious air.

“You should have just said that. It’s your fault I did this.” He is completely ignoring what I said about my sister. His gaze rests on my neck that I'm sure is already starting to bruise.

“It’s like you enjoy getting a rise out of me.” He mutters coldly.

“Damnit!” He grounds out.

My eyes follow him as he starts pacing, running his hand through his hair, a clear sign that he is agitated. One would think that he would receive such news with joy.

Here I was thinking the news would make him happy. I actually thought that the news of having a baby would improve our relationship. What a fool I've been.

He stops, turning to me as he points, irritation evident in his voice.

“How could you let this happen? I told you we shouldn’t have kids now. How stupid of you not to take precautions even if something like that happened huh?” Greg says angrily. Remaining silent, I lower my eyes.

My outburst earlier is clearly making him react and I have to be careful or else he’ll start suspecting that something is wrong.

“What do you want me to tell your sister now? You know she can’t have kids right now. Are you trying to rub it in her face? How do you think she would feel if she found out about this? You’re completely useless. How could you be so cruel to your own sister.” He states with disgust written all over his face.

Honestly, what did my sister have to do with us having kids as a couple? Did my sister really factor so much into our marriage that I needed her permission to get pregnant? How could I have missed this? No. If I am being honest, I didn't miss it. I just chose to remain in ignorant bliss and I paid dearly for it.

He really is pathetic. How I fell in love with this animal is something that would never cease to amaze me. I mean I’m the victim in this situation and he still thinks my sister is the going to suffer. Everything about us always revolves around Chloe. If you love her so much then you should have married her? I think bitterly.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t think that…..” I whisper softly, sounding apologetic like this is somehow my fucking fault. But I hold it in, I refuse to give him even a hint of what I’m planning.

“Of course you didn’t think” He cuts me off while I’m talking. At that moment I hear footsteps come up the stairs and Chloe appears at the door way.

“What are you guys doing up here? You left me downstairs all alone.” She says to Greg in that childish voice of hers like she is the most innocent person in the world.

The look on Greg’s face changes the

moment he sees her and he seems to light up. He goes to her and smoothes her platinum blond hair down, brushing away the errant curls that framed her face.

“I’m sorry, Princess. Your sister and I were just talking.”

“Talking? What were you guys talking about. Was it about me?”