Cassandra
I'm pregnant. The pregnancy test confirmed it. I'm still in disbelief as I look at the positive result. I took the test this morning, and all three attempts yielded the same result. Wesley and I are going to be parents. Oh my God! I can hardly contain my excitement to share this news with him when he returns. I can only imagine his priceless reaction. We've been eagerly awaiting this moment, and it feels like a blessing from above.
My life feels even more complete now. We're finally going to be parents! A joyful smile adorns my face as I leave the bathroom and make my way to bed. I reach for my phone, eager to call Wesley and discuss his expected arrival time. I want to start making preparations before he comes back. I press the call button and eagerly await his answer. It goes to voicemail. I furrow my brow in disappointment but persist in calling.
Voicemail again.
Again.
And again...
After four attempts, he finally picks up. "What?" his voice sounded rushed. Nonetheless, a surge of happiness fills me upon hearing his voice.
"Hey, baby, I miss you so much. It's been one week since you went to London," I say with a loving tone.
"What do you want?" he asks abruptly, his voice indicating his hurry.
"I just miss you, Wesley, and I wanted to ask when you'll be coming back," I inquire, my heart slightly aching at his lack of concern for my well-being.
"Hmm, okay. I don't know, maybe next week or next month. Don't wait for me. I have to go," he replies before abruptly ending the call. Perhaps he's in a rush for his meeting. I can't hold his dedication to his work against him. He works hard for our family, and it's important for me to understand and support him.
I pat my growing belly lovingly. "It's alright, baby; I'll figure out the best way to share the news with your father," I murmur, a smile gracing my face. Suddenly, the doorbell rings, interrupting my thoughts. I quickly stand up and make my way downstairs to see who it is. Opening the door, I find Danica standing there, a warm smile adorning her face.
"Hey, Cassandra," she greets me. "Hi," I respond, feeling a mixture of relief and apprehension. It has been a week since our last conversation.
"Are you not going to invite me in?" she asks playfully, and I step aside, welcoming her into the house. We walk together to the living room and settle onto the couch.
"Well... I know you're still upset with me. So I'm here to apologize. I shouldn't have said those things about your husband. I'm truly sorry," Danica speaks with genuine remorse, and I rise from my seat to join her on the couch.
"You know, I'm sorry too for kicking you out like that," I admit, and she pulls me into a tight hug. I reciprocate, realizing how much I've missed her during our time apart.
"It's been tough not being able to talk to you for a whole week. You're my one and only best friend," she confesses after we part from the embrace. A smile forms on my lips.
"I have something important to share with you," I announce, knowing she would want to be part of this moment.
"What is it?" she eagerly asks, her excitement palpable. "Okay... but promise not to freak out," I tease playfully.
"Okay, okay, just spill it," she urges, her anticipation building. "Cassandra, hurry up!"
"Alright, I'm pregnant," I reveal, and her eyes widen in surprise before a massive smile spreads across her face.
"Arghhhh! Oh my God! I'm going to be an aunt! OMG! OMG!" she exclaims, unable to contain her excitement. I chuckle, thoroughly entertained by her reaction. Seeing her like this, I can't help but wonder how Wesley will respond to the news.
"I told you not to freak out, girl."
"How can I not? You're pregnant!" she exclaims, her joy radiating through her.
"When did you find out?" she asks, her curiosity evident.
"Just this morning," I reply, and she pulls me into another hug, beaming. "I'm so happy for you, Cassandra. Truly."
Just then, her phone rings, interrupting our conversation. She excuses herself and heads to the kitchen to answer the call. It must be important, which is why she wants to keep it private. After a few minutes, she returns, wearing a smile.
"Sorry for taking a while. It was an important call," she explains, resuming her seat beside me.
"No worries. So, who was it? Your boyfriend?" I tease, raising an eyebrow playfully.
"Ew, I don't think like that, okay? Don't even suggest it," I retort playfully as Danica suggests having lunch at a hotel. "We can just go to one of our favorite restaurants for lunch. Let's not spend too much money, Danica."
"Oh, Cassandra, you're no fun. We have to celebrate the fact that you're pregnant. Let's go," she insists, and I raise an eyebrow at her. "What? Why are you looking at me like that?" she adds. "Come on, let's go!"
"Alright, let me change my clothes," I concede. Danica nods, and I head upstairs to change.
I opt for baby blue jeans, a white shirt, and a nude pink cardigan. For my hair, I simply let it flow down naturally, combing it to ensure it looks neat. A touch of mascara and lipstick complete my minimal makeup look. I spritz on some perfume, grab my handbag, and slip on my cream-colored pumps. I'm ready to go.
As I descend the stairs, I find Danica already waiting at the door. "Let's go," she says, opening the door, and we walk towards her car. On the way, we engage in conversation, relishing the joy of spending time together as best friends. After a short while, we reach the hotel where we plan to have lunch.
"Cassandra, why don't we stay here for one or maybe two days?" Danica suggests as we enter the hotel.
"That's quite spontaneous, Danica. We don't have any spare clothes," I reply, voicing my concerns, to which she chuckles.
"Pleaseeee... I want to hang out with you. We can buy new clothes or even wear the same clothes for 24 hours. Come on, it's not like we haven't done it before," she pleads.
"You know I can't say no to you when you do that. Fine..." I give in, surrendering to her persuasive powers.
"Yes! Thank you," she exclaims, wrapping her arms around my neck, causing me to choke.
"Danica, let me go," I manage to say, and she immediately releases her hold, allowing me to catch my breath. "Oops, sorry, hehe," she giggles, linking arms with me as we head towards the reception area.
"Hello, welcome, miss," the receptionist greets us with a warm smile. I remain silent, letting Danica handle the check-in process.
"Oh, Ms. Russell. Your room is 368 on the 10th floor," the receptionist informs us. I glance at Danica, raising an eyebrow in surprise.
"Thank you," Danica acknowledges the receptionist's assistance before guiding me towards the elevator. "Wow, you already booked the room for us?" I inquire, and she simply smiles back at me.
"Cassandra, I'm sorry to dampen the mood, but I need to do this," she says as we step into the elevator. "Why are you saying that? Is something wrong?" I ask, concern evident in my voice. She shakes her head.
"You're my best friend, and I want you to be happy. That's all," she explains, and I remain silent, waiting until we arrive on the 10th floor.
Ding!
We walk side by side until we reach the door marked 368. Danica hands me the card, but before I open it, she speaks up. "Before you see what's inside, I want you to know that I did all of this because I don't want you to continue living like this. You'll understand once you see."
Confused by her cryptic words, I swipe the card and open the door. As I step inside, my eyes widen in disbelief, and my heart shatters into a million pieces. Before me stands Wesley, shirtless, with a woman who appears to be unclothed beneath him. I glance at Danica, but she avoids my gaze, facing the wall instead. I'm at a loss for words; it's all so unbelievable.
"Wesley!" I find myself shouting his name, my vision blurred by tears. He initially looks shocked, but his expression quickly turns cold. He rises and stands before me, while the woman beside him hastily covers herself with a blanket.
"I thought you were in London," I managed to utter, my voice trembling.
"You see me standing right here before you," he replies, devoid of any guilt.
"Why? Why are you doing this to me?" I ask, my tears flowing freely down my cheeks.
"Want to know why? Because I don't love you anymore. I feel like this marriage was the biggest mistake of my life. I thought, 'Why should I be tied down so early when I can still enjoy myself with another woman?'" he coldly explains. Enraged, I slapped him across the face. He appears taken aback, and anger fills his eyes.
"Living with you was a mistake, you know that? Pack your things and leave our house. Don't ever think of coming back because my lawyer will serve you with divorce papers," he declares, his words leaving me speechless and shocked.
"No. No, you can't do this to me. I love you with all my heart, Wesley. Besides, I'm..." I start to speak, my voice breaking.
"I don't care. Just disappear from my life. I want to be free and enjoy myself," he interrupts callously. The woman beside him smirks at me, fueling my anger and desire to slap her and pull her hair. But Wesley stops me.
"Cassandra! You're no longer my wife. Both you and your pathetic friend can disappear from my sight because I never want to see your face again," he coldly tells me. I stare at him, hoping this is all a nightmare, but it's painfully real. I slapped him once more.
"You'll regret this, Wesley. Sooner or later, you'll regret it. I'm certain of that," I warn him, but his face shows only anger from being slapped twice.
Danica pulls me away from the room, guiding me home to pack my belongings. "Danica, why did he do this to me? I haven't done anything wrong. I love him, Danica," I sob uncontrollably. She wraps her arms around me in a comforting embrace.
"I know, Cassandra. I know how much you love him. And now you're pregnant with his child. We'll figure this out. I promise," she reassures me, as we both break down in tears.
"I'm so sorry, Cassandra. I had to reveal your husband's true colors. Well, now he's your ex-husband. I don't want you to stay like this. Remember, you have your child and me. I'm your best friend, and I won't leave you alone." I wipe away my tears and look at her, determined.
When we arrive home, I head straight to the room to pack my clothes. I only take my own belongings, leaving behind anything that Wesley bought for me. As I continue packing, the doorbell rings. Danica goes downstairs to see who it is while I focus on gathering my things.
"Cassandra..." Danica's voice catches my attention, and I turn to see her accompanied by a man. I assume he's the lawyer Wesley mentioned.
"Good afternoon, Mrs. Adams. I'm Harold. Mr. Adams's lawyer. We're here to give you this," he says, handing me a file. I know exactly what it is.
"I'm no longer Mrs. Adams. You can call me Cassandra," I state firmly. Harold nods, and I open the file to find that Wesley has already signed his part, indicating that he had planned to divorce me beforehand. This is the end. My once-perfect life is shattered. These memories may fade away like bubbles in the sea. Summoning all my strength, I sign the papers and hand them back to Harold.
"Thank you, Cassandra. I will take my leave now," he says before exiting the house, leaving me feeling deflated, collapsing onto the floor.
Danica rushes to my side, helping me stand. "Danica, my life is in ruins," I cry, and she gently pats my back, soothing me. "You have to be strong. We can start a new life, just the three of us: you, me, and your child." I look at her, and she offers me a reassuring smile. I struggle to find the right words, but perhaps Danica is right. Wesley was not the right person for me. I must gather strength for this baby who is innocent and has done nothing wrong.
Together, we finish packing, and finally, we're ready to leave. Before stepping out, I glance around the room one last time, leaving my wedding ring on the table as a symbol of closure. I walk out of the house, determination in my heart. I have to be strong; I still have my child to protect. That's what I remind myself.
"Cassandra, I've already booked our tickets for Los Angeles. We're leaving tonight. Are you okay with that?" I'm too drained to speak, so I simply nod in response.
I must build a new life for myself and my child. Goodbye, Wesley. I'll do as you say and never show my face to you again. After all of this, I will never want you back.
Wesley
I'm getting ready for work right now. I check my appearance in the mirror, ensuring I look presentable. After my divorce with Cassandra, I decided to hire a maid named Felicity. With the absence of someone to take care of the house, I realized the need for assistance. I called Felicity, who answered after one ring.
"Felicity, when you arrive, please remove all of Cassandra's clothes from my closet. You can dispose of them or keep them for yourself if you'd like. That will be all," I inform her before ending the call. I want to remove any remnants of our past and move forward. Now that I'm single, I have the freedom to pursue relationships without any constraints. Being committed was enjoyable, but I easily grew bored. As for my relationship with Cassandra, I surprised myself by remaining faithful to one woman for nearly three years. While she brought fun into my life, seeing her face every day occasionally became monotonous. I crave new experiences and the excitement of having different women by my side. At my age, I want to enjoy life to the fullest.
I leave the house and enter my black Jaguar. Driving to my company, I hand the car keys to my chauffeur and make my way inside. Accustomed to being the center of attention, I head straight to my private elevator, avoiding crowded spaces. It's important for me to assert my authority and receive the respect I deserve.
"Good morning, Mr. Adams. They are already waiting for you in the meeting room, sir," my secretary informs me, and I nod in acknowledgment before proceeding to the meeting room. Morning meetings are not my favorite, but they are a necessary part of running the company. Upon entering the room, everyone rises to show their respect. It's not a board meeting, just a gathering of managers. We promptly commence the meeting once I take my seat.
The meeting lasts for about two hours, and now I find myself in my office, attending to my work. Thankfully, my next meeting is in three hours. I review the files for my new project in Milan, focusing on the tasks at hand. Suddenly, my office door opens, and instead of being annoyed at an interruption, I am pleasantly surprised to see my best friend, Vincent Davis, walking in and taking a seat on the couch.
"What brings you here?" I ask, curiosity in my voice. Vincent and I have been best friends since high school. While I used to have a large circle of friends, most distanced themselves due to my arrogant and egoistic behavior. Vincent, however, remained by my side and tolerated my attitude throughout the years.
"Why don't we go out and have a good time tonight? It's been a while, man," Vincent suggests, and I set my pen down before moving to the couch opposite him.
"I'm not in the mood, Vincent. I have a lot of work to catch up on, and I'm really exhausted. All I want is to rest tonight," I reply, leaning my head back against the couch and closing my eyes.
"Really? Or is it because you regret divorcing Cassandra? Who knows... Ha!" I remain silent, refusing to engage. "You still love her, don't you? Well, of course you do. I don't understand why you cheated on her and let her go. She's gorgeous and amazing. If I were you, I wouldn't have let her slip away," he adds.
"You better watch your mouth before I shut it for you," I warn, hearing him laugh. My eyes are still closed.
"You know what? Sometimes you can be incredibly foolish. So foolish that it's hard to comprehend. This has to be the dumbest thing you've ever done, bro. But hey, I'm not here to lecture you. I just wanted to invite you to the club, that's all. If you're not ready to move on, then fine, I get it," he says, and I open my eyes at his words.
"I want to enjoy my life, Vincent, and I believe I made the right decision. It may seem unconventional, but I'm happier now. More than ever before. Alright, I'll come tonight. Just text me the details," I respond, and he smirks. It's a good thing he's my friend, or else I might have already thrown a punch his way.
I'm on my way to the club Vincent texted me about. It feels like the first step into my new life as a single person. I've chosen to wear black jeans and a white shirt for the occasion. The club isn't too far from my house, only about a 10-minute drive. I may be driving a bit faster than usual, but can you blame me? This car has a way of making me speed up.
Once I arrive, I park my car in the VIP section and make my way inside. The guards recognize me immediately, granting me easy access. It's one of the perks of being wealthy and well-known. As I scan the crowd, searching for Vincent, I spot him surrounded by two girls. He wastes no time when it comes to attracting female attention.
Suddenly, a girl wraps her arms around my neck, catching my attention. I smirk in response, and she returns it with a seductive smile. We make our way to the dance floor, moving together in sync. I hold her waist and plant kisses on her neck, eliciting a pleasurable moan from her. Tonight is shaping up to be quite entertaining.
"Let's find somewhere more private," she suggests, and I lead her out of the crowded club. We head towards the nearest hotel. Usually, I wouldn't leave the club this quickly, but tonight seems to be an exception.
Once we're inside the hotel room, I waste no time in kissing her lips passionately. She reciprocates eagerly. My hands begin to explore her body, and her moans fill the room. Soon enough, we find ourselves on the bed. I've discarded my shirt, and she's still in her undergarments. It doesn't take long before both of us are fully naked, giving in to our desires.
The next morning, I woke up to find a woman sleeping beside me. I couldn't help but smirk at the familiar scenario. I quietly made my way to the bathroom, taking a quick shower to freshen up. After dressing in my clothes, I grabbed my phone, wallet, and keys. Before leaving the room, I left some money on the nightstand, considering it a gesture of courtesy. Then, I exited the room.
In the hallway, I patiently waited for the elevator and pressed the button for the ground floor as soon as it arrived. "Yes, sir," my secretary answered when I called.
"Willow, I'll be arriving after lunch, or perhaps a little later. Please reschedule my appointments accordingly," I informed her.
"Understood, sir. Is there anything else I can assist you with?" she inquired.
"No, that will be all," I replied before ending the call.
I made my way to the car and drove home, feeling a sense of discomfort in my body. Upon reaching my residence, I unlocked the door and headed straight upstairs.
Taking another shower helped alleviate some of the uneasiness I felt. After a brief ten-minute shower, I emerged from the bathroom, towel wrapped around my waist. Glancing around the room, I noticed the photos of Cassandra and me hanging on the wall. It served as a reminder that I needed to move out of this house as soon as possible.
Perhaps I would start searching for a new place tomorrow. Living in a home filled with memories was proving to be challenging. While the memories with Cassandra were mostly pleasant, I didn't want to carry the weight of blame in our failed relationship. I refused to burden myself with unnecessary guilt.
Walking into my walk-in closet, I donned my suit and took a moment to adjust my appearance. Checking my watch, I realized I needed to hurry to avoid being late. I made my way to the car and drove to my company, determined to focus on my professional responsibilities.
