Chapter 2 FIGHT WITH HER BITCH STEP SISTER

"Hold on, little cutie! Mommy will try her best to take care of you. I will do everything to protect you." Camilla said as she rubbed her stomach.

This is not how she thought things would go. But maybe they weren't meant for each other.

Somehow, when she got the news that she was pregnant, she was the happiest person on earth. Little did she know she was about to be unfortunate.

Not only did she lose her husband, Sebastien Anndragon, but she also lost her job and health insurance. In just three hours

She had remembered the manager's apologetic smile when she had signed her termination papers.

"Can I at least keep the assurance for another six months?" She pleaded with the aged woman.

She shook her head and gave a sad smile. "It's the company policy, sweetie; once you are terminated, all benefits, including your insurance, tend to cease."

"But I was fired without a reason." Camilla protested; she couldn't help but imagine the loath her ex-husband has for her.

"That is why you are getting a two-month payment." She counters, if not, there is nothing for you.

The two months' payment won't be enough for her hospital bills, feeding, clothing, medications, and some other things, and now she has something growing inside of her.

But there was nothing she could do. "I shall find a job soon," she thought in her head.

A few minutes later, when she arrived at the big mansion where she and her husband Sebastien Anndragon lived, she was at the gate when the fifty-five-year-old butler stopped her before she could enter the entrance.

"I am sorry, ma'am, but you aren't permitted to go in." The man said she could feel the pity in his red eyes.

Camilla was furious; she didn't have to ask him; she knew her ex-husband was behind this shit. But she had no option.

"This is how far you can go. I have been told to pack your belongings, and they are all in the car. I am just abiding by instructions." He pouted, and she could sense empathy in his voice.

"That's okay. You don't have to bother about that." She said and held her chin high, plastering a fake smile on her pale face.

"You have always been good to me, and that I will never forget." Camilla said, and the old man stretched his hands and pulled her into a hug.

After breaking from the hug, she was about to leave. "Can I accompany you to the car?" Camilla held her tears from falling and stretched out her hands for him to see her off.

She was going out of the house with just herself and a little belonging that would lead her to the next stage of life.

As the car drove away, she couldn't help but recall what had just happened hours ago. Her husband had left her with his unborn baby. As she thought of this, her heart shattered into trillion pieces.

"Sorry, my little cupcake, I can't hold this pain anymore, but I promise to give you the best life." She said as she pictured the child in her womb.

It was Sebastien's own flesh and blood, but he had denied the child from living in that grand mansion.

Even though her husband wasn't ready to hear about it now, she was very sure that he would be aware in the future.

Now, all this makes sense. Now she understood what Xenia had said earlier in the morning. He has a childhood sweetie that he was going to pick up at the airport.

"He was already cheating on me before filing the divorce paper? But with whom?" She couldn't help but imagine.

Sebastien's husband was cold and ruthless, but he wasn't a complete monster; she could remember times in the marriage when he tried to make this work.

Then suddenly she remembered this mantra he always said. "You see, when I was growing up, I vowed to marry someone...

"Aarrgghh!" Immediately she thought of this, her head bang, and she felt a sharp pain in the lower abdomen and immediately grabbed the exact place as she screamed I pain.

Does her child also feel her heartbreak?

He is in love with someone else, and that was why, even though she had tried to be a perfect wife to her husband, it proved abortive.

"He must have been secretly loathing me because he thought I robbed him of his future wife and his childhood sweetie." She thought and used her tower to wipe her tears. She had cried enough for the day.

Just then the car caught brake, and it stood motionlessly on the road. This made her realize she was in her father's house, as the environment still looks familiar, and the air was so memorable as she sniffed them in.

This house brings back so many memories of her childhood days, and this made her smile widely.

"Perhaps Sebastien did me a good thing by sending me back to my father's house." She mumbled incoherently.

There was a time when the house was a picture of good memories.

It was a grand wooden mansion that boasted intricate carvings of leaves, vines, and flowers, its ornate facade gleaming.

She once lived here for years, and the house reminded her so much about her mother.

"Ma'am, should I bring your box inside?" The butler asked.

"No, it is fine; I will take it from here." She said and took the black suitcase from him.

Immediately the driver left; she took her keys and was about to open the door when she found out it was unlocked.

"Huhh, did someone break into this place?" She mumbled to herself, asking no one in particular.

pushing the door slightly, careful not to make any sound; this was because her heart was panicking relentlessly.

She strode in, and she found out the lights were on, glimmering every corner of the room and giving it a unique look.

"Damn! Fuck! Someone is in here." She said as fear creeped in her chest.

She knew she was in danger and had to call the cops, but her legs kept moving into the house as though they were scared of nothing.

She grabbed the dusty doorknobs that lead to the corridor; only then did she hear a familiar voice coming from the living room that made her halt instantly.

"Sebastien, love, I spoke to my lawyer, and he clearly said the house is still in her name. I thought we agreed it was going to be mine! "How dare she?." This familiar voice uttered, and Camilla halted to trace where the voice had come from.

When she used her eyes to scan, she peeped and saw it was no other person than her stepsister. At first, her heart skipped, and she swallowed the lump in her throat.

Camilla's father, who is an architect, rebuilt this house for her mother before she died.

It belonged to her mother, and this was only the property that was left for her and nothing more.

"Why is this bitch claiming to be the owner of the house?" Camilla fummed.

"Alright love I trust you and know what you can do; take care of yourself. Love You!."

What the heck?

This was when reality hit her like a heavy hammer. This is the woman the husband was going to pick up at the airport? She was the reason why he is divorcing her?

The reason why her baby won't live with a father?

Just as she was about to digest what she had just heard, the key she used in opening the door slipped from her hands.

The woman who was on the phone must have heard the noise as she flipped her head and looked at her.

She gave Camilla a proud smirk and a deadly gaze; not even ashamed, Camilla heard her conversation with her husband.

"Huh, well. I am surprised to see who I have here," she chuckled. "Happy to see me again, my dear frustrated step sister? The woman said...