A Ruined Marriage: Me, My Baby and My Dear Ex-Husband

CHELSEA

I didn't bother to respond to what Raphael and said, and I didn't try to wipe away my tears either since I knew he couldn't see them. Instead, I proceeded to climb the steps on the stairs.

I had grabbed a bag that I had purchased with my own funds and put in as much as I could that I had obtained on my own before I phoned the only person I could to tell them to pick me up.

“Please, pick me up. I want to be out of here, right now.” I had gotten the bag after I had everything that I could get on my own.

I was startled when I heard the door open, and I hastily wiped the tears from my eyes before turning around to face Rowena's stare. When I turned around, she was standing there, “Miss Chelsea…”

I could tell by the way that she was looking at me that she was aware of everything that had taken on in the living room.

She rushed towards me and gave me a hug that almost broke my bones while pleading with me to remain and assuring me that he would eventually come to his senses, “Miss Chelsea, everything will pass. I know, he’ll calm down soon. Please understand…”

“No, Rowena. It’s all over now. Let’s accept what it is. Besides, I am already exhausted.”

I assured her that we would stay in touch, and that in the very unlikely event that Raphael ever looked for me, she was under no obligation to provide him with any information on me or my location.

In addition to Nicolas, Rowena was the only other person who was aware that I was pregnant.

I can feel that Rowena was really sad of the sudden events, but she can’t do anything about it so she just offered the following advice to me, "Why don't you tell him that you're pregnant? I know that he'd want to have a child. Maybe this will change his mind.”

"Do you think so? Because for me, I think it will be useless anyway. What good would that do? He'd just accuse the baby of being Nicolas'... and he's not even listening to a word I say. Let’s not dwell on this matter, Rowena. I can get through this, don’t worry.” I explained, with a calm expression.

She attempted to argue with me, but I simply shook my head and then she said, "Please Chelsea... just wait a few more minutes. I'm sure he'll cool off."

My voice broke as I stated the following words, "No, he won’t. He's accusing me of cheating Rowena. The same man who I gave everything to who's now turned his back on me faster than anyone else... I've done nothing but support him and he's treating me as if I'm nothing to him."

I begged with her, "Just promise me that you won't tell him about my pregnancy, please?"

Rowena gently nodded her head and then gave me another warm embrace.

She grudgingly gave up, knowing that she couldn't alter my decision, and she forced me to swear to call and text her every day before heading downstairs with me.

I could feel Raphael's focused attention on me as we neared the bottom step, but I ignored it as I proceeded towards the door.

Patrick, the butler, approached me and inquired, "Mrs. Ludington, would you like for me to assist you to your destination or help carry your bag?".

Before he took my things from my hand, with a scowl on his face, I said, "No, thank you Patrick. And it's just Chelsea now." After that, he hugged me.

Patrick helped me out by opening the door and trying to carry my suitcase while I was on the phone with Rowena, but I declined his assistance and closed the door behind him.

As soon as I came outside, my eyes started to flood up with tears as I saw him resting against the side of the vehicle. I couldn't help but feel terrible.

When I got closer to him, he put his arms out to indicate that he can give me an embrace, so I made a beeline for him and gave him a bear hug as if he were my only source of support, regardless of whether or not Raphael was looking now at us.

Who gives a damn about what Raphael thinks?

“Hush now, Ches. Everything will be fine, trust me.” In a small number of people, Nicolas was one of the few who would never abandon me.

Before we both got into his vehicle and departed, he took my luggage away and motioned for me to sit in the passenger seat while saying, "Come on, I have your favorite chocolate cake waiting for us to eat, and we can watch whatever you want."

“Thank you, Nicolas, thank you so much.”