Chapter 4 SPEW IT OUT ALEX

ALEXANDRO'S POINT OF VIEW

I tried to get the image of her teary eyes out of my head as I walked into the house. Guilt gnawed at my chest at the possibility that I might have spoken to her harshly. But then, how do I react to her after what she did?

My God, I didn't experience what most husbands experienced when their wives were pregnant with their child or children. I didn't get to feel my son kick in the belly or listen to his heartbeat. I didn't even know the gender of the child my loin sired until a few days ago. What wife deprives their husbands of such an important experience? Well, no one else but Cristina Piero.

Sighing in exhaustion, I ignored the greetings of the staff while making my way to my study. I had a few phone calls to make before I decided what to do with Cristina.

No sooner had I finished with the phone calls than a knock sounded on the door.

"Who is it?" I called out.

"It's I, Eliza," the head of the housekeepers sounded behind the door.

"Come on in," I replied, reclining on the chair.

"I wanted to ask which room the lady will be staying in," the older woman said, bending slightly in reverence.

I kept quiet for a while and then replied, "To the room interconnected with mine."

"Sir?" Eliza called, her brows raised in surprise. She must be surprised because when I was on good terms with Cristina, our rooms were not in the same wing, not to mention being interconnected just by a door.

"You heard me, Eliza,"

"Okay, sir," she replied and walked out of the office, still having a surprised look on her face.

After she left, I raked my hand through my thick mass of hair. I was at a loss on the next step to take, and it irked me. I was never that indecisive man. In every situation and at any point, I had an idea on what to do. But, at this point, I'm totally clueless.

Sighing, I stood up and walked out of the study. I took a turn to the hallway that led to the wing my bedroom was in. I instinctively stopped at the door that was before my bedroom's. I yanked the door open and walked into the baby nursery.

And there he laid, in his beautiful baby cot, asleep. My heir. A true Piero. I leaned over the cot, peering at his little, adorable form. I still can't believe that his mother had planned to deprive me of being a part of the life of this beautiful bundle of miracle.

After staring at him admiringly for a while, I straightened to my full length. I scanned the interior of the room with my eyes. Even without seeing my son or knowing his gender yet, I had ensured a nursery was prepared for him.

The walls were painted in a cool blue that gave the room an airy atmosphere. There were beautiful and colorful baby wallpapers on the wall. All the furniture in the room had colorful baby toys of different sizes and made.

"It's a beautiful nursery," a voice said behind me, and I swung to look at its owner. "Marianne?" I called out in surprise.

"The one and only," she said with pride as she walked up to me.

"What are you doing here?"

"I went to look for you in the study, but was told you might be in your room. I was walking to your room when I saw the nursery was open, and I looked in and saw you," she replied.

"Why are you looking for me?" I asked, bored by her explanation.

"Don't tell me you are acting all uptight because of her" she said, attempting to hold me, but I moved back.

"Why are you here, Marianne?"

"When do you plan to tell her?" She asked, hands akimbo.

"I'm sorry, but I don't think I know what you are talking about,"

"Oh, come off it, Alex. You know exactly what I'm talking about. You know, in due time, she will find out..." I stopped her words immediately by grabbing her shoulders violently.

"And who is going to tell her? You? You had better not dared!" I warned through gritted teeth.

"What's going on here?" Cristina's voice sounded at the doorway, and I quickly let go of Marianne.

"Exactly what you saw," Marianne said and walked out.

"Are you sleeping with her?" Cristina asked, as she walked into the nursery.

"Shut the fuck up!" I snapped, my eyes blazing hot.

"Of all places, in your son's nursery? Where is your shame, Alexandro?" She kept on talking.

"I said fucking shut up!" I warned, my voice taking on a menacing tone.

"No, I won't. You make it seem like I committed a hideous crime by not letting you know about Jnr's pregnancy and his birth, but you have been doing worse yourself. How can you be screwing your ex even after you got married?"

At that point, I lost every ounce of self-control as I gripped her and shoved her to bump into my chest.

"I said, fucking shut up! When I give an order, you follow it. If I say jump, your reply should be, 'how high?' You don't talk back."

"No, I won't!" She retorted.

"Then you leave me with no other option," and without another word, I forcefully took her lips in mine.

At first, she was stiff. I angrily probed her mouth open as I attacked the walls inside. She was fucking driving me crazy with her stubbornness and disobedience. The hell? She was my wife and ought to do what I demand from her.

The kiss went on and on, until the shrill crying voice of Jnr tore us apart. I sighed in frustration, raking my hands through my luxuriant mass of hair. I messed up again. After vowing not to lose control around her, yet again, I failed woefully.

"Look, I'm sorry. I promise not to touch you again," I said, but she had already turned away from me and was leaning over the cot to carry Jnr.

Sighing yet again, I walked out of the nursery.