Rachel The Celebrity’s Hidden Wife Chapter 12
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🔸 Rachel The Celebrity’s Hidden Wife:
🔸(Our Lives Behind Closed Doors)🔸
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THIRD PERSON’S pov.
Mr Baldwin’s car was parked at a safe distance from ‘R&F coffee and ice cream parlor’, and he could see everything that was going on, but he couldn’t hear anything the reporters were asking his wife or even her response.
But it seemed like he enjoyed the drama he had watched, since there’s a proud smirk playing on his lips. He watched his wife walking so tall to her cafe, while the reporters were trying to swallow Tasha.
“Mr Baldwin, should we still go over there and make things clear with the reporters?” Lucas asked looking outside the window.
“No, she’s handle it in her own way” he answered.
“But we…”
“Going over there will only make the situation worse, let’s go, I have a lot of things to do in a very short time before my wife gets home”
“Yes, sir” Lucas replied, then started the car and zoomed off.
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AJ’s fast foods_(an eatery near Mike’s office)<<
“Have you decided what to order, Miss?” A waiter asked Jacinta who was still going through the menu.
She raised her head and glanced at Mike, but realized he’s already ordered something.
“Just get me chicken and fries, and a bottle of soda” she said.
“Please hold on a minute” the waiter said after jotting down her order, and walked away from there to get their orders.
Jacinta met Mike’s gaze on her, she quickly bowed her head and looked down at her fingers that were resting on laps underneath the table.
“Mike, I’m sorry, I thought…”
“You thought what?” he cut her words short.
“I was wrong about everything, I shouldn’t have doubted you or Rachel” she said.
Mike nodded slowly, he wanted to say something, but hold on when he saw the waiter approaching.
“Here’s your chicken, fries and soda” he said while dropping Jacinta’s order in front of her.
Then he dropped a bottle of water in front of Mike and smiled at them. “Enjoy” he said and walked away.
Mike nodded at Jacinta’s order and gestured her to eat up, she nodded but didn’t start eating, rather she reached for Mike’s hand on the table.
“Let’s not call off the engagement, our parents wouldn’t be happy if they hear we broke up” she said.
Mike withdrew his hand from hers with a frown, he tilted his head slightly and furrowed his eyebrows.
“Our parents?” she nodded. “You’re doing this because of our parents? Not because you love me?”
“No, no, no, I love you, I love you very much and I don’t wanna be apart from you”
He inhaled deeply and wiped his face.
“Jacinta, I think we shouldn’t rush things, we shouldn’t get married yet”
“Why?”
“We’ve been friends since childhood, but I don’t think we really understand each other at all… ”
“I’ll try my best to understand you better now, I swear, I’ll try my best” she promised quickly.
Mike released a small smile.
“… yeah, which is why we shouldn’t get married yet”
“But… ”
“Jacinta, marriage is a lifetime commitment and I’ve seen a lot of broken homes, I’ve dealt with a lot of divorce cases and I don’t wanna fall victim myself… so, let’s take our time to get to know each other better”
Jacinta’s eyes welled up, but she tried her hardest to push back her tears.
“Does this mean you’re breaking up with me for real this time?” she asked.
Mike stayed silent for a moment.
“Are you gonna let me go if I break up with you? Are you willing to let me go?” he asked her back.
She quickly shook her head.
“No, never, I’ll keep coming for you” she answered.
Mike chuckled and shook his head at her response.
“Don’t worry, I’m not gonna break up with you if that’s what you’re thinking…”
He paused and studied her expression, she sighed deeply when he said he wasn’t breaking up with her.
“…but we aren’t getting married just yet, let’s remain engaged and take this time to think of we really wanna spend the rest of our lives with together”
Jacinta broke into a smile.
“Thank you, I swear, I’ll show you a better me this time” she promised, but Mike simply nod and gestured at her fries.
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RACHEL’S pov.
R&F coffee and ice cream parlor<<
“Ow!” I groaned as I massaged my right shoulder and glanced at the wall clock. “It’s already 8:30pm?!” I gasped out.
“Yeah, and it’s way past our closing time” Fatima grumbled from the chair she’s been sleeping on.
I rolled my eyes at her comment, because this is the hundredth time she’s grumbled about it, in fact, she’s been urging me to lock up and go home in time as if she’s got an unknown motive.
But I didn’t listen to her because customers kept flocking in and I can’t have them locked outside, doing that means letting the money that was supposed to come into my purse, go into someone else’s purse -I won’t allow that, hehehehehe!
“Alright, let’s lock up” I told her after making sure no customer is coming.
“Finally, I would have passed out if we stay a minute longer” she exaggerated which made me rolled my eyes.
“Let’s go” I pulled her off the chair and we headed towards the door.
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Baldwin’s Mansion<<
I got home later than I had expected, mostly because there heavy traffic hence making getting a cab kinda difficult for us.
“Mrs Jackson?” I called as I entered the living room and realized it’s pitched black.
My hand searched the wall for the light’s switch, which I found in no time, but I frowned when I turned it on and it’s still dark. Is this another power outage?
“Mrs Jackson?” I called again, but there was still no response.I sighed and concluded maybe she’s gone home early today, I only hope she made dinner before leaving.
Without wasting too much time in the living room, I reached for my bag and blindly searched for my phone until I found it, I pulled it out and turned on my flashlight, then headed upstairs, to our (no, it’s mine now) room.
A frustrated sigh left my mouth when I entered my room and realized the lights are off too, I was about turning the lights on but was suddenly slammed on the wall and a frightened shriek escaped my mouth -though, I was gently slammed against it.
My phone fell off my hand, the flashlight capsid to make things worse and I couldn’t see the intruder’s face.
“Who are you? What do you want? And how the hell did you get in?” I bombarded the intruder with questions.
“Fret not, it’s me” a very, very familiar voice huskily whispered in my ear.
I put my hand on his chest and tried to push him off me, but he didn’t bulge.
“What are you doing here, Duncan? Did you forget this is not your office? Or you’re drunk and forgot this isn’t a hotel?” I asked.
He chuckled lightly.
“I’m back” he said.
I frowned slightly.
“You’re back? For what?”
“To be your husband again and make up for all the years I neglected you” he said.
To be my husband again…I don’t understand why, but hearing him say those words made my mind flash back to the passionate times we had together, before he became famous and everything fell apart.
I scoffed.
“It’s good you know you’ve been neglecting me, but it’s too late for you to come back”
“Too late?”
“Yeah, I’ve filed for divorce and I have also signed the papers, we just need your signature on the papers too and we’ll be done” I replied.
He moved his hands that was caging me, down to my waist and pulled me flushed against himself.
“What if I don’t agree to the divorce?” he asked.
“Sorry, but there’s nothing you can do about it right now”
He pressed a remote control and the room suddenly light up, my mouth fell open as I looked around in admiration -like, is this the room I’ve been sleeping every night?
It looked kinda different, but I can’t tell how different it looked from before.
“Well, there’s actually something I can do about it” he said.
“What?” I turned my gaze to him.
He smirked as he stared deeply in my eyes.
“I can get you pregnant with my kid” then he crashed his lips on mine.
I wanted to protest and push him off me, but for some unknown reasons I didn’t push him off, rather, I wrapped my arms around him and submitted myself to him.
TO Be Continued
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