Pregnant For My Husband’s Driver Chapter 4

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💞 Pregnant For My Husband’s Driver CHAPTER FOUR: 🤰

I can’t get rid óf the pregnancy. I need it to save my marriage. My eyes have seen enough pains and torture from my mother-in-law and sister-in-law. They made life miserable for me whenever Westley travels. I don’t tell him often to avoid him seeing me like I don’t like his family.

“Genevieve or whatever you call yourself, it’s high time you left my brother’s house so that a real woman will come in. It’s over ten years, She-man!”. Vera, Westley’s elder sister accosted me one morning. She and Mama came that morning with venomous words and attacks.

“Come, what gender are you again? Cause I don’t understand why a so-called woman won’t get pregnant and give my son children! Are you a jelly fish that doesn’t urinate, or a hydra that passes everything through its anus? Okay! We will even manage you as a hydra. Get pregnant and it pass through your anus since you’re not a woman!”. Mrs.Mila added furiously. I only stood like a convict waiting to be sentenced. I allowed the tears drop.

“When we come here, you’ve gone, because I am bringing in a wife for my son.” Mrs. Mila continued.

“You want my brother to die childless! It won’t work! Leave him alone so he can see clearly. Golddigger!”. Vera hissed spitefully. She got up and picked her bag, ready to leave.

“When is my son returning?”. Mrs Milla asked forcefully.

“December”. I replied with the deep sorrow in me.

“Why are you not audible? Are you now dumb? I’m talking to you!”. Mrs Milla slapped me. I clutched my cheek. Tears dropped uncontrollably.

*Serves you right!”. Vera hissed and started walking towards the exit.

“You’ve not seen anything yet. By the time a new woman comes into this house, your eyes will be clear! Tell my son I came and that he should come see me before I rain fire on him!”. With that, Mrs Mila dragged her bag and they left the house that day.

I sluggishly bent on the couch and wept sore.

Countless times I’ve told Westley but he can’t kill his family! So I stopped complaining. Whenever Westley travels outside the country. I take solace with the driver who comes around to drive me round town from my husband’s instructions.

Now I’m burdened.

TO Be Continued