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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 3

Elsa pov

I worked into the office, five minutes late and I didn’t care if my boss would get mad at me and deduct my pay. None of that matter to me right now.

“Elsa!! Jeez, you look like you had a bad nightmare. Are you sure you’re fine.” Linda asked. I wasn’t one who was comfortable in sharing my problems with anyone so I just nodded a yes to her and grabbed my chair.

“Mr Alvin wants you to deliver his coffee. I insisted that he let me bring it over for him but he declined saying he want you to.” Linda said almost feeling sorry that I had to work even in my miserable state.

It seems Alvin finally calmed down and realized that he really hurt my feelings. I felt a bit of joy in my heart but my joy was short lived once I enter his office.

The back of a woman with brown sleep curly hair with a red backless dress sat facing him. His hands were on her laps while they passionately kissed.

I was familiar with the woman that was what hurt the most. With shaking hands I quickly dropped the coffee on the table and that brought them both back to reality.

“Are you fucking serious? Can’t you knock.”

“You seem to having hearing issues miss Claire because I knocked before coming in to see this.” I replied her trying as much as I can to keep my cool.

Claire took a sip from the coffee and then spits it on my white shirt which surprises me. I turned to look at Alvin guessing he would scold her for it but he didn’t even look my way.

“I don’t like this coffe, you were suppose to add milk and two spoons of sugar into it.”

“If you have any complains you should send it down to the cafe not me Miss Claire. I was only directed to bring this coffee to this office.”

“This has always been your problem sis. You never like to take corrections maybe that why you haven’t been promoted and you’re still stucked at been a secretary.” Claire said with a smirk on her face.

I looked at Alvin but not a single word did he spill out to defend me. That when I realized that I was never the woman he liked.

The name of his company should have made this clear to me already. A man who name his company after his name and that of his lover, how could he have any feelings for me?

“Don’t give me that face Elsa. Well, why don’t you show me to the rest room. This building is big and I know you won’t want to let me get lost right.”

“Of course not, follow me.” I said as I walked out of the office. I knew Claire was up to no good when she said she needed the restroom.

Immediately I got inside, she rushed in and pushed me to the wall.

“You think you could steal my man away from Elsa?”

“He is my husband. And let me rephrase that statement, you have always stolen what was rightfully mine from the start. First you took my favorite doll, then you took my mothers room, my father, all the love and even now you plan on taking my husband. If you really wanted to have him , why didn’t you agree to the marriage? Why run away and allow me clean up your mess?”

“It’s none of your business why I left. Now I am back and I’m going to take what rightfully belongs to me. Alvin belongs to me.”

“I already have him. Where do you think he was last night? Where did you think he was on the day of your anniversary. He was with me.”

“You’re lying.” I said to her, hands already trembling. She pulled out her phone and showed me photo of her and Alvin having fun.

I pushed her away from me, switching on the tap and sprinkling water on my face to calm my nerves

“I can’t blame you. You’re always think you can have something even when it doesn’t fit you. Just like your mother took my dad away from me.

“How dare you?” I asked stepping closer to her.

“And guess what? You’ll end up like…”

SLAP

“Don’t you dare speak about my mother ever again or you’ll regret it.” My fingers still tingling from the effect of the slap and then I heard footsteps.

“You’re in for trouble.” Claire Fingers into her arms till blood began to drip then scattered her hair. Everything happened so fast before Alvin opened the door.

“What happened.” Alvin asked as he pulled Claire to himself, he didn’t even care to check on me first and that’s when it became clear.

Claire had won again.

“Don’t blame her Alvin, I was trying to beg her to forgive me and accept me as her sister but it seems I stepped on her toe.”

“She’s lying. She spoke wrongly about my mother Alvin please believe me.”

“Enough Elsa, I had seen enough. Look what your jealousy made you do to your own sister.”

“I didn’t do anything.” I pressed on but he his heart was hardened towards me. I watched as he checked Claire injuries before planting a kiss on her cheeks.

Something he never did with me, not even when we got intimate. My eyes were hurt from all the tears I had to hold back.

“Apologize to Clare.” Alvin said to my surprise. His face held no emotions.

Why couldn’t he see through the veil of lies? I was the one hurt here and now he demanded I apologize to my sister.

“No.”

“It’s okay Alvin, I’m fine she doesn’t have to apologize.” Claire declared with a smirk on her face while she caress Alvin’s chin.

“You would apologize to Claire or else..”

“I said no and that’s final.”

“If that’s the case, you’re fired.” The words came out of his mouth effortlessly.

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