Mr. Ruthless wants her back

Nickie's POV

"I believe I have finished for the day at this point. You have to cancel all of my meetings for the day." I instructed my assistant, Joan.

Surprised to hear this as it was shown in her facial features, "But ma, we have already scheduled some important meetings with clients for the day, and we cannot afford to miss it if we cancel it now. They are very important personality types of clients, and we can't easily schedule another with them."

Joan addressed with raised eyebrows.

There was no doubt acknowledging how important this meeting was, but my husband is always my priority.

I needed to go to the grocery store by myself and pick up some things I would use to make his favorite meal.

I had already given the cook a day off, as I wanted to personally make the meal by myself.

I think there's no better way to express the way I feel for him.

Of course, I needed to, as that very day marked our 3 years of marriage.

So I needed to get home earlier than usual and the only thing I could do was cancel the other activities of the day, including the scheduled clients.

I was excited that at least the both of us would be spending quality time together, as we have been busy with our different companies.

I had single-handedly pushed his company to be better, and even though he didn't give me my duly deserved accolades, I was glad I could help.

So, getting back to the house, I parked my car in the garage and then stepped inside.

Before then, I saw my husband's car also parked in the garage; this kept me wondering what he should be doing at home at this time.

Oh! Maybe he forgot an important document at home and came to pick it up, and I was convinced nothing else would bring him home at the time he was meant to be at work.

As I approached our bedroom sections to at least keep my handbag before heading to the kitchen to start up the meal, I could hear faint noises and muffled voices.

I think it came from my matrimonial room, which I was almost close to. I observed that the more I got close, the more it became clearer.

As I wasn't certain what was happening, I tiptoed and had to eavesdrop to make something out of the voices that were coming out: "Sweetheart, I am 2 months pregnant, and you know I would love to keep this baby. This child will be a symbol of the love we have for each other and shared all these years."

I couldn't see the female's face, but I was 90% sure that it was Clara's voice, my husband's high school ex-girlfriend.

He told me he had cut off all ties with her even before we got married, but this isn't what it seemed, because can someone explain to me what is happening?

Curiosity and rage took the better part of me, and I forced the door open.

Upon entering, I saw Alex's arms carefully wrapped around Clara's body, like they just finished a round and resting to embark on another. Then Clara's head was relaxed in his exposed chest.

We, as a couple, haven't been like this for only God knows when.

It's only one flimsy excuse or the other.

At first, I could feel the soulful eyes he had for this lady.

Not only that but the gentle smile he had on before his nervous system could remember someone had just barged in.

The most insensitive part of it all was the fact that I couldn't even feel any sign of remorse on his face.

Not even feeling ashamed one bit.

This is the same man I have been begging to have a child with since we got into this marriage, but he never accepted.

He had insisted we use protection each time we needed to get intimate, as I said 'no' to him from continuing taking pills that almost affected my womb each time we had sex.

I made him believe I couldn't have kids on my own as a result of the effect of the drug he forced me to take.

But still, he wouldn't take any chances of letting me conceive for him, as he always reminded me of using protection all the time.

His excuse was that he wasn't ready for a child.

But foolishly, I believed him.

The stupid things we do for unreciprocated love are countless, but now I'm not taking them any longer.

I hurriedly stepped forward, attempting to separate Clara's head from my husband's chest.

If I am not mistaken, I should be the one meant to be there, not the other way around.

"You got this bitch pregnant after everything I gave you, Anthony. I saved your company from bankruptcy when you had no one to help you, and I pushed you to where it is today.

Don't you think I deserve to at least be treated right in this marriage?" I noticed that tears were welling up in my eyes but I didn't stop talking.

"Is this your little way of saying 'thank you?'

You even had to go above and beyond to make me take pills that you were sure could make one not conceive in her lifetime. What more do you have down your sleeves, you heartless man?" I blurted out without sparing a word.

Just then, tears started to fall uncontrollably from my eyes.

My voice has almost ceased, courtesy of shouting so hard while I was meant to be speaking.

But that was the only way I could express how I felt. The pain inside was more intense than the hoarse voice that I barely noticed.

The pain was cut through when he replied obnoxiously, "Stop stressing yourself over nothing. You know I never loved you. I got married to you for one thing, and I have already accomplished that. I wouldn't have had anything to do with you, willingly. I only love Clara; the earlier you acknowledge that, the better for us all."

He said that with his full chest to my face.

I could feel each word he pronounced pierce through my soul.

It was clear to me that he used me to reach his desired financial height, and now I don't matter anymore.

It's a bitter fact that I have to live forever with.

The irony of life: here I was thinking about how best to impress my husband with his best meal, and here he was having fun with someone who seemed to be the love of his life.

This reality gave me a punch and a slap in the face all at once.

Right now, I have to believe that I mean nothing to him, not even my loyalty.

But then, all these times, he pretended to love just me, with no side chick attached, and I was made to believe him because he never showed interest in other women.

Although he showed signs that he wasn't pleased with the marriage, I believe love conquers all, and in due time and with patience, he will appreciate me for who I am.

"Nickie, I understand how you feel, but the thing is that Alex and I love each other so much. This, in particular, was beyond our control, as we can't live without each other's love and affection."

Clara said it in a mocking tone.

Even without her choice of tone, the smirk that played on her lips made it evident that she meant no good.

I fully understand her true nature.

I couldn't swallow that, so I moved closer to push her out of my matrimonial bed with my hands roughly handling her waist.

"That is enough." Alex barked at me, holding Clara back.

The next thing, Clara was with crocodile tears, "Darling, I can abort the baby if that's what makes her jealous."

Alex goes on to console her, "You ain't aborting any baby; we are keeping it."

That was when it dawned on me that I had no place in Alex's life because this was the opposite of what he had always told me when he used to force abortion pills down my throat.

"I love you so dearly, I can't have you risk your life." He added.

I could feel my legs froze to the spot.

'So he could be this soft to a woman,' I thought to myself.

"I think this is the end of the road for you; I am done with this marriage. Have this and sign your own portion."

Alex spoke to me in a hard tone as he tossed me a paper.

At first, I didn't know what it was, but after grabbing it from the floor where it was, I took a closer look at it.

'What!'

'A DIVORCE PAPER.'