Billionaires Pampered Wife

Zaria sat on the left side of the bed staring outside the window, there was really nothing to look at except the rows of houses opposite hers. The estate was as silent as a graveyard, it always was; and even more so at night. She had no doubts that any of the houses could be throwing parties but no one would have any idea since all the houses were equipped with soundproof systems. 

She turned and took another glance at the empty bed. Even though she already knew that he wouldn't return that night, she was a little hopeful in her heart. She hoped that something would happen and he would come home. But as much as she hoped; she knew better.

Her phone buzzed on the bedside drawer and she stretched her arm to reach for it. Her eyebrows pulled together slowly when she realized that it was a message from an unknown number. She clicked the message open and upon seeing the picture in the message inbox, she gulped unconsciously.

Tears rushed to her eyes but Zaria pressed her lips together willing herself not to let a single tear fall. She knew that she was back and that was why for the past month, her husband hadn’t visited or slept in his own house not more than two times. She knew that while he stayed away from his home, he spent ample time with her but she was too scared to bring it up in case he got angry and asked for a divorce. The thought made cold sweat form on her back. For what it was, she couldn’t afford to lose him.

She sniffed quietly while dialing his number and pressing the phone to her ears and just as she expected, her call went to voicemail. Pursing her lips again, she summoned up courage and called his assistant. The latter picked up the call at the second ring.

“Hello,” Zaria greeted quietly.

“Good evening Mrs. McConnell” the assistant's polite yet distant voice retracted into Zaria’s ears and Zaria debated whether to ask her question or not. She didn’t know what Logan must have told his secretary but each and every time they came into contact, the latter always treated her with a very polite but distant attitude that never failed to make her feel awkward. 

“Mrs. McConnell?” the assistant called when Zaria didn’t say anything and Zaria was immediately jolted back to the present.

“Err…. Er…. I called Logan a few minutes ago and my calls went to voicemail. I wanted to ask if he was working late” Zaria replied and there was a moment of silence.

“Mr. McConnell is at the hospital” the assistant replied and Zaria swallowed her saliva.

“Hospital? Is someone ill?” Zaria asked despite knowing the answer. 

“Miss Peterson is ill and Mr. President is accompanying her” the assistant replied.

“Oh,” Zaria muttered quietly, fighting every urge in her not to let any of her tears spill down her cheeks.

“Could I get the name of the hospital? I'd like to send Miss Peterson some fruits and if possible check up on her too” Zaria added; dropping the call as soon as the assistant said she would text her the address. 

Sick? Accompanying her? How dumb did they think she was?

The phone in her hand buzzed again and Zaria glanced at it to see that it was a message from the assistant. It was the address of the hospital, she quickly texted the secretary a thank you and dropped the phone on the bed. She sniffed and got up from the bed, walking towards her wardrobe while changing into a simple blouse and pants. She picked up her coat and walked out of the room towards the kitchen.