One month later..
It has been a month since my poor mother passed away.
Surprisingly, I have managed to remain composed, despite the overwhelming emotions.
I'm biding my time, waiting for the right moment to strike back.
Just a week into my new role as a manager, I have also moved out of the mansion I once shared with my bastard husband.
I wanted to distance myself from the pain of seeing him and his whore, Nancy.
I now call her a murderer!!
Instead, I rented an apartment close to the boutique store.
Today, I didn't feel well.
Dizziness and nausea washed over me, accompanied by an inexplicable craving for chocolates.
Something I've never desired before.
I found myself on the verge of vomiting almost three times now.
My young sister, who has been noticeably anxious about my well-being, finally summoned the courage to speak up.
"Don't you think you might be pregnant?" she asked, her gaze filled with concern.
I reacted with disbelief. "You must be joking," I retorted.
Yet, she continued, "You have all the signs of pregnancy."
Taking a deep breath.
Oh!!
After three years of marriage,years filled with disappointment and accusations of being barren, it felt improbable that I could be pregnant now.
"Why now?" I questioned, the weight of my past pressing down on me.
And then she asked, "So, what's your plan, go and check if your pregnant or not?"
"I don't want to get my hopes up. I need to focus on work; I'm already late," I replied hastily.
But the moment I took a step to leave, I fainted.
When I regained consciousness, I found my sister by my side and Bon, smiling broadly.
For a moment, I was confused.
Then I glanced at her and she whispered, "I told you so."
The reality struck me when she praised me for being pregnant.
Those words resonated in my mind.
I couldn't fathom what was happening.
Tears streamed down my face.
Perhaps this was merely a ruse to uplift my spirits, I wondered.
As the doctor approached, I implored, "Please, tell me the truth. I think they're deceiving me."
The doctor smiled reassuringly. "Congratulations! You're going to be a mother. And, by the way, you're expecting twins!"
Oh my goodness!!
"Twins," he said softly.
The revelation left me speechless.
I cried tears of joy, feeling gratitude wash over me.
I remember those who once labeled me the billionaire barren wife.
"Thank you God," i said finally.
Excitedly, I contacted my manager to share the news.
She expressed joy on my behalf and reassured me, saying, "Focus on yourself tomorrow, we'll manage the work in your absence."
"I don't know how to express my gratitude," I responded, overwhelmed with emotion.
"Thank you, truly."
Bon, ever the romantic, took me to a serene and picturesque location, as he often does.
The air was fragrant with the scent of beautiful flowers, and there were only a handful of people around most of whom appeared to be couples enjoying the moment.
The view was breathtaking, and I couldn't help but feel a rush of love.
Oh!!
I'm so in love..
In a charming gesture, Bon picked a small red flower, then got down on one knee.
With a gleam in his eyes, he presented a ring and softly asked, "Ella Augustine, will you marry me?"
Oh!!
People turned to us, i could hear " Say yes"
Cry happy tears!!
Here I was, celebrating two life-changing moments in one day, I had just discovered I was expecting twins, and now Bon had proposed!
Without any hesitation, I said yes.
Congratulations!!
Hooray!!
Kiss him.
Kiss him.
I always want his sweet kisses.
We then kissed.
They clapped hands together!!
That day was filled with joy, and I felt a deep gratitude for all that was happening.
However, amidst this happiness, I found myself thinking about facing my bastard husband to discuss divorce.
The thought of encountering Nancy, who is tied to painful memories, my mother's murderer!!
I hope i won't kill her that day.
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Hours later.
It was evening when I settled into my apartment, ready to rest.
My younger sister, now 18 and determined to assert her independence, asked for my permission to visit her boyfriend.
While part of me wanted to caution her, I respected her decision and wished her well as she left, her excitement palpable.
However, as the minutes ticked by, specifically, around 45, I noticed Bon hadn't responded to my texts.
I started to be worried.
I didn't want to intrude on his personal life, but my mind couldn't shake off thoughts of him and the significance of the ring he had given me.
Yes i was married before, but the old ring i buried it beneth the old oak tree.
Deciding it was best to clarify the situation, I called him.
When he finally picked up, I sensed a weight in his voice.
"Babe, there's something I need to tell you," he began.
Followed by an unexpected interruption that made my heart race. "Dad, we have to eat now!"
Goodness!!
I responded, somewhat taken aback, "So your daughter is back, isn't she?"
His affirmation sent irritation bubbling to the surface.
I'd anticipated this moment and feared how it might unfold.
"Go, your daughter is waiting for you," I snapped before hanging up.
In that instant, my mind spiraled.
Thoughts of worst-case scenarios flooded in.
I worried he might choose to rekindle their family bond with Tessa through their daughter, leaving my twins without a father.
I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself, realizing there was no one to ground me.
To calm my racing thoughts, I poured myself a glass of water and settled into the living room to watch a movie.
My butts were stressed also.
It took time to find a suitable position to sit.
After a tiring day filled with distressing thoughts, I opted for something lighthearted, Moana 2, a popular cartoon.