Chapter 3 3

She closed the lights and dipped into her side of the bed. She was about to sleep when she felt her husband's strong arms wrapped around her waist and settling his one hand on her tummy.

"Jack take me home. Heather might have not eaten her supper again." He whispered in his sleep. Heather turned her body to face him and watch his sharp features under the moonlight.

"But you're already home." She chuckled looking at him adoringly.

"You again? Didn't I tell you that I'm married! My wife is at home waiting." Sebastian argued but still with his eyes close.

"But I am your wife, I'm Heather." She said playfully getting entertained by him.

"My wife is prettier." Heather was dumbfounded and hit Sebastian on the shoulder.

"Sebastian stop acting like a child okay. It's me!" On a normal day, Sebastian wouldn't even acknowledge her presence in the house and would be busy away in his study. They only had one-liner conversations in the past.

It was new to her since she was used to getting all the attention to herself, however, Sebastian was never smitten by her charms until tonight.

"Hello wifey! Haven't I told you how beautiful you are?" Heather couldn't help but grin. This was the first time Sebastian ever complimented her. As she was pregnant she fell asleep soon enough.

When she woke up, Sebastian had his limbs wrapped around her body. His head resting on the crook of her neck rendering her immobile.

She tried moving but Sebastian's weight pinned her down to the bed. Aside from that pregnancy was making her tired faster than before.

"Sebastian!" She called out, wiggling away from his embrace. Fortunately, he let go easily.

Not wanting to get caught up in an awkward state once he fully wakes up, Heather quickly made her way downstairs to make breakfast.

She was in the middle of making herself some pancakes when the doorbell rang. She peeked at the monitor to check who it is and to her surprise, it was Sylvia all flamboyantly clad in a luxury branded outfit. Her blonde hair was tied up in a neat bun, her baby hairs were gelled perfectly.

"Ms. Sterling, do you need anything?" She asked upon opening the door for her. Sylvia casually barged in and went straight to the kitchen as if it was her own house. She removed her white round glasses and blinked her lash extended blue eyes like a little doe.

"Sebby is probably hangover last night. He did have a lot of fun, so I'm here to help him cure it. You wouldn't mind do you, Heather?" She then unloaded her bags and started whipping up a meal acting like it was her kitchen. Not even giving room for Heather to reply.

"Of course, I mind, Ms. Sterling it's very rude to randomly invite yourself into other people's homes." She said feeling annoyed with her arms crossed around her chest.

"Ms. Presley, I'm only here to help Sebastian. Plus it's his home. He clearly told me that I'm perfectly welcome in his house. Well if it weren't for you all this would probably have been mine," Sylvia joked.

Heather let her be. She was indeed planning to leave the house today and would eventually be replaced by Sylvia anyways.

As she was hungry she took one of the two sets of pancakes she made for her and her husband to the breakfast nook and ate quietly while reading the news.

After a while sounds of footsteps were heard coming down. The haughty well-built physique of Sebastian Hale graced the morning. His black hair was slightly disheveled giving him a reckless youthful look.

"Goodmorning Sebby!" Sylvia greeted loudly as the banging of the pots disrupted the peaceful morning.

Slightly surprised Sebastian jumped back feeling annoyed by the loud noise in the kitchen, "What are you doing here?" He asked with a frown.

"Well, you got yourself drunk last night so I thought I'd make you some breakfast. Here open up!" She then popped a piece of strawberry in his mouth.

Heather acted like she didn't mind and munched on her food silently listening to the two's exchanges. After a while they sat down on the breakfast nook, Sylvia sitting opposite Heather.

"Here try it!" Feeding Sebastian a mouthful. He couldn't do anything so he munched away.

"It's.... fine." He complimented but the look on his face said the opposite and he eyed Heather who was trying to suppress her laughter.

"Ms. Presley! You should really try some. Here I'll give you a slice." She then placed a piece of the french toast she made. Not wanting to offend her on the dining table, Heather took a bite.

Her taste buds fluttered in disapproval and she felt the urge to vomit it out but she suppressed and swallowed. She smiled hiding the fact that it was horrible.

"Sebby, I had so much fun last night, you were really wild." Sylvia shamelessly said as her hands trailed down Sebastian's neck. Heather on the other hand had her grip tightened to her fork. "It was such a shame you weren't around to witness the fun we had last night Ms. Presley. I'll make sure to send you photos and videos next time."

Anger was building up in Heather's body, she started hyperventilating. "Sebastian please ask your woman to leave." She pleaded.

"Heather!" He roared.

"Sebastian, I'm telling you one last time. She's driving me insane and I don't know what I could do to her if she keeps this up." She added.

"I'm not leaving. If there's someone who needs to leave it should be you!" Sylvia said through gritted teeth.

Heather's gaze didn't break off Sebastian's and they both stared at each other not wanting to give up."Mr. Hale, I won't be here tomorrow, the least you can do is give me one last peaceful morning in this house."

Throughout the two years of their marriage, she always kept mum and turned a deaf ear to Sylvia knowing that the latter has got nothing on her.

But today her hormones were raging her up, "Just tell me Ms. Sterling if you want to be my husband's concubine so I can sell my half in this house to you. You can even proceed with your nuptials once we've filed for divorce very very soon."