The Return Of The Ex Wife The New Mafia Queen

Chapter 1

Maya's pov 

"You are Eight weeks pregnant!" The doctor's voice kept ringing in my head as I walked out of his office. 

I glanced at my stomach, caressing around it.  Finally, I would be addressed by the name "Mother." Finally, it is now a family of three. 

My heart was filled with joy as I ascended toward my car. I brought out my phone in the bag, I was going to call my husband. I know for sure he would be so happy to hear such news, considering how much we have waited six years without a child. Brandon has always been a lover of kids; I have found him smiling at kids' magazines and watching kids' shows. No matter how busy Brandon might be, he still visits the orphanage home, donating to various of them in the city.

"No, let's make it a two-in-one celebration," I concluded, swinging my phone around in my hand. It is our wedding anniversary the next day, a six-year journey of love with Brandon; I would be giving him the greatest gift of all time. I kept giggling and smiling throughout the drive. I made a quick stop at the store, I  needed some groceries for the house.

It took me a few hours in the kitchen, making different varieties of meals, wine, and fruit all set. It was more like a pre-party for that main celebration that was yet to come.

My eye caught the clock on the wall. It was late in the evening. I have known Brandon not to be a nightcrawler, and this got me worried about what might be keeping him out this hour. Immediately, I called through his assistant, Hunter.

"He left the office earlier today. I think he has a very important appointment to attend." 

"Ohh- Thank you hunter."  I ended the call. 

I held onto my phone tightly. I couldn't wrap my head around what could be so important that he didn't see the need to inform me. No doubt, I trusted Brandon, even though he might be sneaky at times, I still believe his words. I flipped my phone on the couch and placed a throw pillow under my head, and this time, I had no choice but to wait patiently till whenever he arrived home.

It was morning the next day. I slightly opened my eyes, seeing myself on the couch. I knew for sure I had slept there. 

"Brandon!" I jotted up and found my way up the stairs. 

Opening the door, Brandon, intimidating height, stood tall in the room. I took a deep breath, fidgeting with my hand, closing the gap between us.

"I didn't want to disturb your sleep last night," he said, laying his suit on.

"Are you stressed with work?" I asked while I properly knotted his necktie.  "All done" I caressed his shoulder.  

He didn't say any more words to me, not an answer to my question, not even about our anniversary.  Maybe his week has been hectic, or maybe he had it all planned out for the day, but I couldn't wait anymore; like they say, delay can be denial.   

"I have something to tell you," I spoke up. 

"I also have something to give to you," he said, not glancing at me, putting some paper files in a folder. 

"Oh, You go first then!" I responded, my heart pounding so loud. I guess I was just too forward; he would never have forgotten our big day.  

"That's for you." I followed his eyes, and they landed on a brown envelope on top of the king-size bed.