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Contract of betrayal

BLURB: Elsa Norman thought that she could finally be closer to the one man she ever loved by agreeing to a contract marriage, but she was fully disappointed. She finds out that she was pregnant which was against the contract and that her husband Alvin Baron was having an affair her sister. Heartbroken, she decided she would move in without her family and find a peaceful life with Gabriel McMillan. But after some years, he husband regrets and wants her back. Not only her, but his kids too. Will she be able to forgive him
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Chapter 2

Elsa pov

He left without even staying an hour with me. Was I a pest or a disease he feared been plagued with?

I was just the substitute, I finally realized. I tried all I could to make him see that I was perfect for him. I did his laundry, I cooked him meals.

I always what him to share his day with me but all he did was push me to the wall.

I didn’t ask him to marry him, he and his family decided I was the perfect wife for him. When his business was about go down the drain, his family want him to get a wife who could stay in the hidden.

I was the perfect person for the task. I have always been good at staying hidden right from a little age. Right from when my step sister took all the love in the house.

I never complained, I just watched in silence. But Claire never seemed to give up on taking what belongs to me.

When my mother died, it didn’t take my dad a month to get over her and bring home a woman and a child who I was two years younger than.

It was at that point I realized that my father never loved mom like he claimed he did. He was only after her money, he even went as far as taking the family heirloom and inheritance my mother left for me.

I wonder what I did to the universe to make the same thing that happened to my mom marriage repeat itself in my marriage.

I cleaned the tears that had flowed like running water down my cheeks and entered the bathroom to get ready for woke. I tried to apply a considerable amount of makeup to hidden the dark circle around my eyes.

I didn’t want to get unnecessary questions from my colleagues.

“What happened to you.” Linda asked once I arrived at the office. I wondered if she could see through my makeup.

“I wasn’t feeling well.” I said and went about arranging my desks.

I waited for hours to see if Alvin would come out of his office to demand that I do anything for him. But I waited for three good hours.

No one knew about our marriage. To everyone in his company, we were just boss and secretary and to family we were husband and wife.

I inquired from Linda if the boss was around but she said no and my suspicion was finally confirmed.

I went about my work for the day and went back home. Showered and ate.

After one hour of restlessness, I dailed his number but it was switched off. Tears welled in my eyes, how could he hurt me like this? Treat me like a trash when all I did was love him?

I didn’t have anyone to complain to about the way he treated me. The one time I told his mother, he scolded me and didn’t come back for two days.

It was his way of punishing me.

My stomach began to rumble and I found myself racing into the toilet. This is the third time through out today that I had thrown up.

I rinsed my mouth and head back to bed where I layed with my mind creating scenes of what Alvin and Claire might be doing.

Stop thinking about them, think about your kids.

At the thought of my kids, I wrapped my hands around my stomach in a protective way. They were my life now and I was ready to do anything to protect them.

Footsteps around the room woke me up, I could smell a perfume that wasn't mine. When I opened my eyes, I found Alvin trying to change up and likely shower.

“You didn’t come home neither did you text as always.” I said hoping he would tell me the truth behind why he wasn’t home.

“I went for a business trip.” He said as he pulled down his trouser and I tried hard not to get distracted. Alvin had a killer body. A body that any woman would beg for. Maybe that was the reason why Claire was after him.

“You left me for Claire, you didn’t even tell me that she she was back.” I said finally sitted and armed crossed.

He was shocked at first but then his expression changed into anger.

“And what if I didn’t tell you? She came back yesterday and told me to come pick her from the airport.”

“And you stayed the whole night with her? Don’t dare lie to me because I can smell her perfume on you Alvin.” I said before he could say anything to defend himself.

“Why are you even been dramatic Elsa? Don’t you dare act all innocent like you weren’t the one who told Claire to stay away from me or you’ll hurt her.”

I stared at him in shock before walking towards him.

“What are you talking about? I never did such a thing.”

“There you go again. You never admit to your wrong doings Elsa. Do you know what you are? A selfish human. All you do is think about yourself.” His words hits me like a blow in the chest and I grabbed my shirt to calm the pain.

“I am your wife Alvin. All I’ve done was love you, I accepted this marriage because I love you.”

“No Elsa, you accepted this marriage to hurt your sister. You always knew that I loved her and not you but you went ahead to accept the marriage.”

I couldn’t hold back my tears anymore, all the words he just said to me were so brutal that it felt like physical blows to my body.

How could he say this to me after all I tried to do for him. I tried as much as possible to satisfy him in bed, where did I go wrong?

“Remember, I’ve never loved you and you are not my real wife. We are just married based on the contract.” With that been said he stormed out of the room without glancing back at me.

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