Chapter 2 Billionaire mistress

"Jack?" Seeing him standing right in front of me was something I would say was a lie, but yet I couldn't deny my eyes.

I thought he was out of town. Wait, was he back? Was he here to fix things, to tell me that he never meant all he had said back then to me on the phone?

Was I right in the end?

"Who is she, babe?" A snap from my thoughts as I heard the lady lying in the bed question, directing her attention at me.

But wait, what did she just call Jack? Babe?

"What's going on here, Jack?" I asked, coming to the real fact that stood before me-a stranger was lying in our bed, and yet she had the audacity to address Jack as babe?

But why wasn't Jack saying anything? All he did was stand there, glaring at me.

"I can explain, Susan," Jack said, breaking the silence that echoed from his side, his gaze which had dropped earlier rising to meet mine back.

"What do you mean you can explain?" What was he saying? All I wanted was for him to tell this stranger to leave our house.

At that moment, I caught the lady getting up from the bed. My face paled as I took in her big belly, which showed she was pregnant.

"I am sorry, Susan. She is pregnant with my child. I know this may sound--" he was saying.

"Wait, what?" I cut in. Jack's words left a stun on me. My legs trembled as they tried to maintain the slight balance they could.

"What did you just say, Jack?" I questioned, hoping to confirm his words. This must be a mishearing of mine, right?

"You heard him right, lady. So now, who the hell are you, and what do you think you're doing in our house?" the lady snapped.

"Your house?" I scoffed.

This time, my legs found their way approaching Jack's side, my hands holding his wrist as my eyes met his.

"Tell me, Jack. What is she saying? I mean, what are you saying? What do you mean she is pregnant with your... you are joking, right, Jack? I mean, this must all be just a joke-the call, me seeing you here, this lady claiming to have your child-you're just acting another silly prank of yours, right, Jack?" I uttered.

He always played such jokes, so I could only hope this was one of them, but his expression said otherwise.

His hands flung mine away in a blink. "It is all true, Susan. It's over between you and I, and yeah, she is carrying my child," he confirmed.

My legs screeched as I almost stumbled back, my back hitting against the wall. The tears flowed down my eyes blurring my sight.

"What are you saying, leave? This is my house; I won't leave," I protested, but instead noticed a scoff from Jack. "Your house?" he questioned. "I think you are forgetting that I paid the most rent here... now leave!"

It felt like a dream I would never have wished to have as I watched Jack drag me out of the room. His eyes darkened in those moments as he led me down the stairs.

"You can't do this, Jack ! Let me go; you're hurting me!" I shouted, but his grasp only grew stronger. I could feel my wrist bangles breaking as some grazed my skin.

He flung me outside the house, my body brushing against the floor. Those eyes looked at me with disgust as he shut the door behind me.

I tried managing a step, my hands hitting against the door. "Jack please, don't do this! Jack, how could you just do this to me? Let me in, Jack, just let me in now!" I kept slamming my hands against the door, but received no response. It felt like my whole self was shattering into a million pieces as I took in the sight of it all.

Making my way, I left the house, walking along the road. My legs gave up as I found myself stumbling on the ground, a loud thunder striking nearby. My hands clenched into fists as I hit them against the floor. "Why?!" I yelled, my voice echoing around the silent street with more thunder crashing.

Biting my knuckle, I hit harder, having no idea when I had injured my wrist, only to gaze upon droplets of blood dripping down. But that did little to the betrayal Jack had inflicted upon me.

I stood up, my legs stained with the muddy road, the universe was probably mocking me with the rain.

I was walking down the street when a loud buzz of music caught my attention. Turning to the side of the music, I found myself near a bar club, the music and murmurs of the patrons echoing through the air.

Making my way to the bartender, I cracked, "A drink," as the bartender left a nod, pouring wine into a glass and handing it over to me.

Gazing into the glass, my eyes glued to the wine in it, I knew this wasn't right, taking this with my condition, but what could I do? This was too much for me to just take in. I downed the glass of wine in a blink. "Another," I ordered, as he, the bartender, poured another in no time, and I downed that as well.

A sharp pain kicked in as my vision blurred. I tried standing up after tipping the bartender with the last dime I had on me. It felt like everything had split into two as I made my way, attempting to retrace my steps.

Finding myself back on the road with nowhere to go, the rain still poured, drenching my clothes further. A gaze at my bleeding wrist, which had been washed away by the rain.

"Just like that, it's over. But what is going to wash the pain I feel deep inside?" I muttered to myself.

Why was I still even alive? I mean, I'd be better off dead. I have no one anymore. How do I plan on raising this baby with no house to stay in, no food, no work? I shouldn't bring the poor child to suffer in this world. I have no right to do that.

Taking a step, I made my way to the road. My ears caught a loud, sharp horn as a car's headlights blinded me at that very moment.