Pregnant For My Husband’s Driver Chapter 13
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When the door opened, Jasmine stepped in. Jasmine, my friend! I couldn’t lift my self up. I was already five months pregnant! Sweat rivered me. My eyelids couldn’t blink. My bones were smothered. My strength fell. I gathered my energy and sluggishly stood. With my mouth ajar and a finger stretched towards jasmine, I didn’t know when I spoke.
“Jasmine!!”. I echoed her name. I couldn’t believe it. I still didn’t believe it. Mama recognized Jasmine, because on several occasions I have brought her home to see my mother. Mama’s mouth widened gradually as she folded her hands watching the drama. Pastor Fred was extremely taken-aback. Silence engulfed the space.
“This is Jasmine. If not for her, I wouldn’t have known the evil Genevieve has in store for me. She saved my life and the only way I can pay her is to make her my wife. You think I’m impotent, right? Oh! Don’t be surprised! Jasmine also told me how you’ve countless times downgraded my manliness before them. To prove to you that I’m a real man, Jasmine is a month pregnant for me”. Westley announced with so much pride and enthusiasm that I lost my balance.
“I will get the divorce papers ready tomorrow. Sign it and vanish from my life!”. He stormed.
“Honey, don’t do this, please. I love you! Whatever happened was a mistake! You were starving me! All I wanted was and improvement in your sexuality and attention, but you starve me! You make love to me like you’re with a prost1tute! You get satisfied and abandon me! It was that morning after you repeated the same thing and left me hungry that I grabbed the driver when he came to ask me if we would go out that day. Besides, he has been caring! It wasn’t intentional. I’m sorry!”. I beckoned and beseeched him. Westley was mean and adamant. Jasmine stood without a word. She just smirked and chuckled in a mockery way. She gently lowered herself into the couch and crossed her legs, making face.
I couldn’t talk to Jasmine. Maybe I was dreaming.
TO BE CONTINUED
