My vision blurred as I watched Caleb’s receding figure. He had turned his back on me and was now continuing his climb up the stairs - presumably to retire for the night - leaving me standing on the landing with my head tilted backward, chasing his rigid back with shadowed eyes.
I did not move from my position until he was well out of my sight.
Then, his words slowly sank in, and something in my head shifted.
Caleb’s brushing me off shouldn’t be the end of us.
Hurriedly, I followed him upstairs. My feet created a staccato rhythm as they landed hard on each step.
I went to our bedroom, disappointed to find it empty. My eyes swept over the still well-made bed and grimaced. The bed looked lonely, as desolate as I was feeling.
Since our heated row last week, Caleb stopped sharing the master’s bedroom with me. I thought it was his way of cooling his head off, of giving us space to think. I did not realize that he was already making a bold statement - that he was about to impose a permanent irreparable change into our lives.
With mounting urgency, I knocked on the guest room’s door next to the master’s bedroom. The door remained closed. It was as if Caleb was trying his hardest to ignore me.
My fists clenched.
If he is persistent, then, I’ll have to show him the meaning of the word. I pummeled on his door relentlessly until Caleb’s scowling face greeted me. His annoyed look did not faze me in the slightest.
By now, Caleb has changed into his pajamas. I noticed the dark circles under his eyes, and my heart melted.
“Caleb, can we talk this out? You can not just spring divorce on me. What did I do wrong?” I asked.
“Talking things out will not do us any good, Cassy. Let us just accept the fact that we made a mistake in marrying hastily. We were not meant to be so let us leave it at that.” He declared.
“But what about our baby? I am pregnant, Caleb.” I told him. This is my last ditch effort to save our marriage.
Caleb looked stunned.
For a moment, I thought I saw a softening in his expression. I really thought he would change his mind about divorcing me when he learned about our baby, but I did not expect him to be so callous about it.
Caleb snickered before telling me, “Abort the baby. I don’t care.” Then, he slammed the door on my face.
My chest constricted.
Suddenly, the air around me felt stuffy. It enveloped my body like a dense cloud obscuring my vision.
Immediately, my hand went to the front pocket of my skirt to dig out the ultrasound report from this afternoon’s check-up. I did not realize I had been crying as I thought about our child's future.
If I had known that this would have happened, I would never have consulted my doctor friend Tony Richardson to work my body up for conception. I should never have insisted on getting pregnant.
Caleb and I had a falling out a few months into our marriage when we learned that I was not carrying his heir, contrary to my earlier assumption that precipitated our rushed marriage.
I erroneously thought that if I worked hard to conceive and eventually get pregnant, I would repair the damage to our marriage. But it seemed like no matter what I did, our relationship was doomed at the start.
Caleb did not marry me for love. He married me because he thought he impregnated me after months of casual s*x with no label.
I do not know how long I stood outside the guest room, staring at the closed door, before I finally summoned enough strength to leave.
Morosely, I walked back to the master’s bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed, replaying the events that happened that morning.
My head reeled at how fast my life had altered. Just this morning, I was so happy after visiting my friend Dr. Tony Richardson.
For the past three years, he was my OB doctor, taking care of my reproductive health.
“Your hormones caused an imbalance in your reproductive system and impeded your ability to conceive.” He explained when I first went to his office distraught and broken-hearted upon realizing that I made a grave mistake of erroneously misconstruing my missed period for pregnancy.
“I can’t get pregnant?” I was shocked, never having thought of such a possibility.
He smiled as if to assure me. “Not right away. Your condition reduces fertility, but it does not mean that you can’t get pregnant later. We can work you up, and since you are young - and I presume sexually active given that you are newlywed, it is not impossible.”
There was no malice in his tone. More like a matter-of-fact statement, but I could not help blushing thinking about the nights I spent in Caleb’s bed. He was my first in everything.
Without Caleb’s knowledge, I secretly met with Dr. Richardson. After two years of relentless effort, my hard work paid off.
“Congratulations, Cassy. You are eight weeks pregnant.” Dr. Tony told me this morning.
In my excitement, I rose on tiptoe and placed my arms around his neck. “Thank you so much, Dr. Tony. This is such wonderful news.” I told him.
Clutching the ultrasound report to my chest, I heaved a long drawn-out breath.
“It seems like it will just be you and Mommy in the future, baby,” I said to the image in my hand.
Sleep becomes elusive after that. I curled up in bed, looking at my baby’s image with tears running from the corner of my eyes to my temples, wetting my pillow.
When I woke up mid-morning the next day, it was the shrill sound of the telephone rousing me from my sleep.
“Hello.” I winced, hearing the gruffiness in my voice.
“What are you still doing at my son’s house? I thought you had left.” The antagonistic tone in my mother-in-law’s voice had me bolting up from the bed.
Pressing the phone to my ears, I composed myself and greeted her warmly. “Good morning, mom.”
“Don’t you dare call me mom. You are not my daughter. You are just a lowly secretary who trapped my son into marriage because of a fake pregnancy. I’d say Caleb divorcing you is good riddance.”
Her declaration caused a ripple in my heart.
“What do you mean?”
“Stop acting innocent and sign your divorce papers. Caleb deserves a woman he could be proud of, not some conniving b*tch like you who lied and cheated on her marriage.”
Her words stung and against my better judgment, I felt my eyes misting.
“I did not fake my pregnancy, mom. I really thought I was pregnant.”
“Stop lying and get the h*l out of my son’s house!” She screamed before slamming the phone hard.
I looked at my phone in a daze. Somehow, Caleb’s mom’s tirade did not surprise me. Caleb’s mom did not like me, but she could not do anything three years ago to stop Caleb from marrying me. But even so, she would let her disgust of me froth her mouth every time Caleb brings me to her home. She did not want a lowly secretary for his son’s wife. Shaking my head from my trance, I went to the bathroom to do my morning rituals and then got down. “You look like h*ll." Mrs. West looked worried as she ran her eyes over my face. Feeling self-conscious, I tried to evade her scrutiny and asked what was on my mind. “Have you seen Caleb?” “He left very early this morning.” She replied. Then, in a kinder tone, she added, “Did something happen, Cassy?” I shook my head. Until now, I still could not wrap my head around the idea that Caleb is divorcing me. Turning around, I went back in the direction of the staircase. “What about breakfast, Cassy?” Mrs. West’s voice held me
After leaving Caleb’s building, I walked aimlessly, letting my feet take over and not minding where they would take me. My mind is in shambles. My phone rang and I took it to answer the call. “Cassy, where are you?” Tory. my best friend asked. She sounded frantic. I looked around me and saw an unfamiliar place. “I am not sure,” I admitted morosely. “Well, get the h*ll to this place.” She mentioned the name of a luxurious five-star hotel, before adding, “ Your man is being stolen by another woman.” I smiled wistfully. “A man would never be stolen if he was truly in love with his girl,” I said sagely.“What are you talking about? Your man is dating another woman and she was hanging by his neck as of this moment. Your man is cheating on you!” Disbelief colored Tory’s words.I could feel her seething in rage.“He’s not cheating. We are divorcing.” I admitted with a calmness that belied the wild beating of my heart. “What?” Tory could not believe her ears. “You are letting him d
Thirty minutes after nine the next day, I checked my watch for the nth time before consulting my phone for any messages from Caleb. A feeling of apprehension spreads all over my body because for the first time, Caleb was late for an appointment and he was never late. As in never. "Do you think he was suddenly struck by conscience and changed his mind?" It was Tory. We were talking on the phone when I mentioned Caleb's unusual tardiness to her. A shot of excitement rolled over my body when I heard the suggestion, but I dispelled the thought immediately. "I lived with the man for three years, and if there is anything I learned from him, Caleb never changes his mind once he makes a decision about something." We both became silent after that. Another minute passed before I saw a familiar black BMW parked outside the building. The door to the passenger side opened, and Caleb got out. As usual, he was dressed smartly in his olive green three-piece suit. I looked at my own attire
“So, where do you want to go to celebrate your single blessedness?” Tony asked cheekily, his eyes on the road. I mulled his words for a while and decided. “Can you bring me back to my hotel? I need to get my things and check out.”Tony was surprised. “When did you leave your home?” He meant the house I shared with Caleb for the past three years. “Yesterday. Right after our talk. I realized there was not much to keep me there, and it would have been harder if I did it today. It had become less of a home these past months. Besides, I have to say goodbye to Mrs. West.” At the mention of our housekeeper, my eyes turned gloomy.In my three-year marriage to Caleb, I had been quite attached to the older woman and considered her family.I impulsively offered to take her with me, but she declined my offer. She had been Caleb’s nanny since birth and could not leave her charge behind. Caleb grew up alone. His parents divorced when he was young, but he did not go with either of them. He
I was so stunned. I would never have thought I would hear those words coming from him. My shoulders shook with my knees. If it were not for Tony grabbing me from behind and making me lean on him for a while, my knees would have buckled, and I would have landed on the floor.“It’s alright, Cassy. I got you.” He whispered in my ears, drawing me back to the sofa to sit while we walked to the door and closed it gently. He went to the fridge to get me a bottled water, and I took a sip. A few minutes later, I rose to my feet. I walked to the door, beckoning for Tony to follow me.We were silent on the elevator. At the lobby, my phone rang. It was Tory calling. “I’ll take this to the car,” Tony said before he left, dragging my two suitcases behind him. I went to a secluded corner of the waiting lounge and talked to Tory. She wanted to see me. I obliged and mentioned the name of a high-end restaurant not far from the hotel before ending the call. When I turned around, I saw my fo
The car took a turn and went inside a gated resort. An attendant greeted us and showed us to our designated parking space. “Where are we?” I turned to Tony after he parked his car, clueless about our location. I had been in Glendale for a while but had not heard about this place until now. Tony smiled like he knew something I did not. “This is one of your brother’s newly opened businesses in the city." He finally admitted, turning the engine off. "Come.” He beckoned to me after opening the side passenger door.I followed him out and was surprised to see several villas with a spectacular view of the beachfront. “My brother owned this? Why didn’t he tell me?” I asked out loud. “Have you talked to him since you got married?” Tony pointed out to my shame. It was my fault that I lost contact with my family. I chose love over them. Ironically, after rejecting them, it would still be my family I would run to in the end. My eyes took in the large infinity pool and a mossy green
“To where?” I was reluctant to leave the resort we were in because I found the combination of the sea, the sand, and the sun to be quite relaxing, making the kink in my muscles start to loosen. For the first time in three years, I felt at ease and wanted to soak in the feeling, unwilling to let it go just yet. “I forgot that I have a schedule tonight. Don’t worry. I only have to show my face, mingle a little, and then we can go back here so you can relax.” Adam assured me when he saw my lack of enthusiasm. “Okay,” I replied. My voice sounded lame even to my ears. Even though I didn’t feel like going, I could not turn my brother down. This is the first time my brother has asked me for something, and I don’t think I have the heart to refuse him. Adam seemed to perk up at my reply which made me realize that this event is important. Otherwise, he wouldn’t insist on going with me. Right after, Adam called out to his friends to inform them that we were leaving for a while. Then,
“Burke.” “Kingston.” The two men exchanged pleasantries, their voices sounding suave and charismatic, except the expressions in their eyes were full of veiled animosity. Adam’s body became rigid, a sure sign that he was trying to hold back. I tapped his arm to let him know I was uncomfortable with the accidental bumping, knowing it could easily escalate into a heated confrontation and explode in our faces. Instinctively, he covered my hand and patted it, silently reassuring me. The action was not lost on my ex-husband’s keen eyes. He pinned me with an accusing glare that I did not miss interpreting because I lived with the man for three months, and several months before that, I used to work as his secretary. I have learned to analyze his expressions one by one, so I know every nuance, movement, or shift in his stance. I lifted my chin and met hi