Pregnant For My Husband’s Driver Chapter 15
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It was three months gone already. I was now eight months pregnant. Westley couldn’t condone my presence in his house. He wanted me out of the guests’ quarter with an immediate effect. He has brought the divorce papers last month which I refused signing. He came with it again. I couldn’t just sign it. Mama didn’t say anything regarding that. She only said.
“Don’t take rash decisions when you’re sad, angry or too happy”. Those were her words. Mama has refused leaving me behind since the incident. Apollo was gone. Westley returned a day ago with Jasmine’s luggage. I saw Jasmine entered the compound heavily pregnant – like three – four months. I haven’t confronted her since I saw her that day and I have been rejecting Lola’s calls for over three months now, since I now believe that I have no true friend.
When Westley had sent Jasmine in and made her comfortable, he rushed to my room in the guests’ quarter and violently threw my things out. He shouted at Mama and I to leave his compound else he would call the cops.
“Westley, your wife is pregnant! She needs some care and attention! Please, show mercy! My son!”. Mama knelt before Westley and held his ankle.
“I don’t care! She is not my wife! Whether she signs the divorce papers or not! We are done! I’m through with the traditional marriage of Jasmine and I and she wants privacy in this compound, so you should leave! I don’t want anybody to inconvenience my wife and my unborn child!”. With that, Westley called the gateman. The gateman ran to where we stood.
“If in the next five minutes, I come out of that room and see these people here, consider yourself fired!”. Westley stormed out. The gateman trembled. He looked at with a sorrowful kind of stare and shook his head tearfully.
“I’m sorry, madam”. He said softly. I could see him pleading with us in his mind to leave, since he cannot touch us. I nodded in understanding. Mama started packing. The gateman helped
TO BE CONTINUED
