The Wrong Wife For Mr Whitmore; Pregnant, Divorced, Reclaimed

Genevieve's POV

By the time I finally made my way back to the Whitmore estate, it had started to drizzle but I barely noticed.

When the cab pulled to a stop, I took a deep breath before stepping out.

For the past two years, this place had been my home. I had tended to the gardens, made the boring corners lively, and spent countless nights soothing Elias through his horrific night terrors but now, I was nothing more than a trespasser.

And to think I was always by his side, making sure he was happy while neglecting myself?

I hoped to take some time for myself before leaving but the moment I stepped into the foyer, the heavy scent of perfume I had come to detest filled my nose, causing a wave of nausea to hit me one more time.

Bianca was here.

"Oh, put that vase in the master bedroom, and make sure the linen is changed to silk," Bianca's high-pitched voice rang out from the stairs. "I absolutely refuse to sleep on whatever cheap cotton the previous occupant used."

I already knew who it was before I walked further in, to see Bianca looking as stunning as always. Her blonde hair was perfectly styled, and her blue eyes gleamed with a triumphant satisfaction when they landed on me.

"Well, well. Look what the rain washed in," Bianca scoffed, as she slowly walked down the stairs, while swaying her hips. Then, she stopped a few inches away from me, crossing her arms. "I see you finally signed the papers and honestly, Genevieve, you should have left weeks ago because you never belonged in a house like this anyway."

"I am not here to cause trouble, I just need to get my things and I'll be out of your hair." I said.

"Your things?" she asked with a mocking laugh.

Just then, Julian and Reyna Whitmore walked in with their usually cold eyes, which I had been forced to get accustomed to over the years because from the start, they had always hated me and it was still a wonder how they took a liking to Bianca immediately.

"There is nothing for you to pack, Genevieve," Reyna said, her tone as cold as usual. "Everything in this house was paid for by the Whitmore estate. The clothes, the shoes, the jewelry, none of it belongs to a girl from your background. We have already had the maids bag up the few cheap items you brought with you when you wormed your way into my son's life."

Julian stepped forward, and ran his eyes over me like I was contaminated. "You have embarrassed this family long enough with your lack of pedigree and now, Elias finally knows the truth. Bianca is the one who belongs by his side so take your garbage and leave before I have security throw you off the property."

Before I could respond, two large bags were dumped at my feet by some maids.

I looked at these people who I had literally tried to please for years and seeing how they were letting me go, hot tears brimmed my eyes but I didn't let them fall. I didn't let them see how much they broke me.

"Go, slave," Bianca called out, making Elias's parents chuckle like it was some sort of funny joke.

"You're all going to regret this, I assure you." I said fiercely then i grabbed the handles of the bags, before walking out of the estate with the little dignity I had left.

I walked for the longest time until my legs began to tremble but still, I didn't stop because I had nowhere to go. I only stopped when I arrived at a 24-hour clinic because I needed to know for sure.

I went in and my samples were taken, while I waited with my heart in my hands. If the results came out positive, where would I even begin? I love children but this wasn't what I had in mind when I planned a family.  

It took less than an hour for the doctor to call me into his office.

"The rapid blood test is conclusive, Mrs. Whitmore," the doctor said, offering a small, sympathetic smile. "You are roughly six weeks pregnant and your HCG levels are quite high."

"Pregnant..." I breathed as my knees went weak. I barely paid attention to his other words as I walked out of the clinic with a sob stuck in my throat.

Elias had wanted a child dearly and it had been my sole dream to make him a father but right when things were getting better, it was pulled to an abrupt stop.

All sorts of emotions filled me at once, ranging from fear, grief, and pain to happiness that a life was growing inside of me. But I knew the Whitmores long enough to know Julian and Reyna were ruthless. If they ever found out about this pregnancy, they would use their immense wealth and legal power to rip my baby away from me, framing me as a gold-digger who trapped their amnesiac heir and Elias wouldn't even lift a finger.

'I have to hide it,' I thought desperately, as the need to protect my child filled me. I was lost but I wasn't letting go of my child.

'I have to run. I will flee the city permanently and raise this child completely alone, where they can never touch us.'

With my mind made up, I shoved the result into my purse and wiped my tears as I began to make my plans. I had some cash so it would be enough to get far away from here.

I didn't mind working, I had always been hardworking before Elias forced me to become a housewife.

With a shaky breath, I grabbed my bags and stepped into the now pouring rain as I headed for the bus station.

But the moment I walked onto the pavement, I froze to a stop immediately as a sleek black sports car swerved toward me aggressively. Shaken by the sudden movement, I tried to move to the side to avoid getting hit but as fear filled me, I couldn't move an inch.

My breath hitched as I remained frozen in terror as I let go of my bags and wrapped my hands protectively around my flat stomach.

At the very last minute, the car screeched to a stop only a few inches from me.

Elias?