Pregnant For My Husband’s Driver Chapter 42
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💞 Pregnant For My Husband’s Driver CHAPTER FORTY TWO: 🤰
“I’ve always been one of your options! You made marriage a living hell for me in the aspect of sexual satisfaction! You don’t give me attention, time and listening ears! You think everything is about money? Do you know how many times your sister here slapped me? do you know the countless times your mother likened me to objects and abstractions? Come to think of it, If Jasmine was innocent, would you be here?”. Genevieve paused and looked steadily at him.
“Genevieve, whatever we did to you was out of ignorance. Please, forgive us”. Westley’s added apologetically.
*Don’t you ever call my name again! You heartless and mannerless sister-in-law! Get ready to be treated the way you treated me! It’s called karma!”. Genevieve snapped.
“My daughter, Genevieve……”. Westley’s mother intruded. Genevieve hushed her up immediately.
“I still remember vividly the numerous times you warned me from calling you ”mummy’ you even called me a dead wood. I remember how you slap and call me names! Whatever changed you now isn’t a true change. If this apology was coming when Jasmine was still there, then I would have thought over it. Now, bring the divorce papers! I’m truly done!”. Genevieve asserted and nodded satisfactorily.
“Genevieve, my daughter, you can’t leave your kids because of one small fault. They are sorry! For the sake of the children”. Mama joined begging Genevieve.
“Mama, even you? Don’t ever say it again! I need the divorce papers!”. Under the heated argument, Doctor Nora’s phone rang. It was a call from United Kingdom.
“Hello, how’s my son? Was the operation successful”. Doctor Nora asked over the phone. She was panicking. Her hands were shaking. Her body was uneased. Genevieve understood the caller was Chief Ambrose. His voice was clear over the phone. He sounded like he has cried enough. He was sniffling ceaselessly.
“How’s my son, Chief Ambrose?”. Doctor Nora shouted and howled bitterly.
“Derek!”
TO BE CONTINUED
