Ex wife, Let's give our love a second chance.

Pearl's POV

"Give me a child, Pearl," My husband says breathlessly, facing the ceiling while I lay beside him.

After an intense moment of pleasure, where some people don't even remember their names, this is the first thing he says after coming down from his high.

His words sting my heart and I let go of the feeling that he may have missed me. That's why he came by last night. No...I was wrong, In the three months we haven't seen each other he doesn't miss me, he is all about having a baby still... which I'm not against, but I'm not pregnant.

I berate myself for thinking he missed me, I sit up on the bed, drawing my knees to press my chest, as if to stop the bleeding in my heart.

"Give me a baby, Pearl," He repeats the words, and this time his voice is firmer and devoid of any emotion which is unlike my husband and it really hurts, the only thing that matters these days is giving him a child.

I want that too, it's been 7 years, and I wish I had gotten pregnant sooner, maybe my previous fear in my early stage of marriage sent my luck away.

"That's not a job for one person in the relationship, Maybe it's not our luck," The words roll out of my tongue before I even get to mentally edit them, that's is not the reply I should give, but frustration seeps out of me with words before I get to tame it.

"What did you say, Pearl?" He springs up from his lying position as if I said something abominable, this topic has not been going well between us lately.

He narrows his dark eyes at me, I flinch with fear, my husband has been acting strange for a while now, and I fear that he may hit me out of anger which he has never done, but with how things have been going lately the potential that he might do it is not limited.

"You've been avoiding me, Fabian, how can I get pregnant?" I keep my tone low, I don't want us to quarrel again, it's enough torture that we've been apart in the past three months.

"How do you expect me to stay here with you when you hit my Mom because she requested for a grandchild, isn't that what any woman would expect when her child is married?"

I shut my eyes, repressing my anger so I don't spit venom out of anger, "Fabian, I don't like how you're sounding, I didn't hit her, she did that to herself!" The events of that day flashed in my mind and I grind my teeth in anguish.

"Bullshit! My mother cannot intentionally hurt herself. You know how much I hate lying," he dashes me a disdainful look before lifting his weight from the bed.

My heart plummets with fear when I remember the consequential secret I'm keeping from him.

"I thought you believed me that day when you sent her away. Why are we still arguing about this? Is that why you've been avoiding me?" My tone dripping with hurt.

"I sent her away doesn't mean I believe you, you're my wife, I trust you and I love you, but now I'm beginning to doubt all that because sometimes I feel like I don't know the woman I've been sharing my life within the past seven years," he confession strikes a nerve within me.

Has he fallen out of love with me? Did he find out who I am?

"Fabian, You don't need to doubt anything, it's still me...I have not changed, we can sort out our issues together as a couple like we always do, Distancing yourself from me won't solve the problem," There's so much desperacy in my voice, I love my Husband so much the thought of losing him is heart-wrenching.

My husband starts pacing around the room, restlessly not minding the fact that he is naked, he looks too conflicted to bother about it, as if he hears my thoughts he goes into the closet and emerges with shorts.

"When last did you go for a pregnancy check-up?" He asks, immediately he comes out from the closet, his voice is dangerously calm.

"2 months ago," My voice is weak with pain and dismay, almost carried away by air.

"What was the result?" My heart clenches again, he wants me to tell him I'm pregnant, he wants good news, my heart breaks even more when I decipher the expectant look on his face, but he knows he'll be the first to know if I discover I'm pregnant.

"Negative," I reply. I see his jaw muscles twitch and it pricks my battered heart even more, tears well in my eyes but I blink them back.

I steal a glance at my husband and he is not looking exactly happy with the news, worried lines marking his forehead.

He did an admirable job of concealing his anger but I know he is deeply hurt, I am too.

I roll off the bed picking my clothes, I can't sit in this room for another minute, it is becoming unbelievably suffocating despite the AC.

I throw on my clothes as I enter the bathroom, I lift my convulsing hands to pour some water on my face as I try to ease the tension that has taken over my body.

I take in deep breaths to ease the tension and restore my confidence before walking out of the room.

"You care to tell me what this is?" My husband throws a pill bottle at me.

I manage to catch it before it lands on the floor and bring it up to my eyes to have a look at its content.

"Misoprostol...." I grimace in confusion, "What is this?" I raise my eyes to meet my husband's face, his eyes are bloodshot red, anger oozing from his every twitch.

What is the pill for?

"I found that in our closet, Pearl. I didn't know you were this heartless," His voice thick with pain.

Pearl's POV

"How do you mean heartless? This is not mine and what is it used for?" My gaze flickers between the bottle content and my husband.

"Enough Of the lies Pearl!" My husband barks in a thunderous voice that has me recoiling. "Enough Pearl, stop...stop lying," he grits, "...to my face, I'm not a child, if you're not the one taking it then who has it? You keep lying to me and I believe every single word you say because I believe that you'll never lie to me. How come there's an abortion pill in your things? You've been aborting all your pregnancies?" He says the last sentence with a hint of disbelief, his eyes flaring with indefinable emotion, I've never seen my husband like this.

Right now he looks like a lethal animal that's looking for a slight reason to unalive something.

"Fabian, you have to believe me, I have never been pregnant and I've never aborted any of our children," My chest heaving with uneasiness, my heart throbbing with fear, liquid heat pooling in my lower belly.

How did that get inside my room? I know for certain that it doesn't belong to me, I would never abort my baby, Not when it would determine my peace in this marriage.

Fabian let out a dry chuckle, shaking his head, lines of doubt were still written all over him.

"Fabian, you have to believe me, I'm telling the truth, this pill is not mine, I don't know...I don't know how it got here, you have to believe me, it doesn't belong to me," I defend myself with my honest truth.

Fabian shakes his head again and shoots me a glare, "I would have believed you on another occasion because I'm so blindly in love with you that I believe every fucking word you say, I should have figured this out earlier, you said you would never give birth, you said that earlier in this marriage, I thought you were joking I didn't know you meant it, I didn't know you could be this evil, the doctor said you were fine, I should have known that this relationship was one-sided, Now I'm beginning to think about all the lies that you have told me in the past that I'm unable to figure out," his hurtful accusations were bruising my fragile heart.

"That's not true!" I counter.

"Oh yeah that's true, and you know what? I hate myself for choosing you over my Mom,"

I throw my arms over my stomach, hugging my stomach so tightly, my nails digging into my skin as tears wracked my body.

"Stop the crocodile tears, I can't believe what is happening right now, You've been killing my children without my consent?"

"Fabian, I'm innocent of all the things you're accusing me of doing, I would never abort a baby without letting you know, you know this,"

"No, I don't know this, I don't know you, this you standing in front of me, you really never wanted to have children?" His brow creases in amazement, he says words like he can't believe it and he isn't hearing me out.

"That was then, I was younger and scared, you know why," my hands flare in front of me before dropping to my sides, "You know my fears with pregnancy that was born out of my Mom's death, but that won't make me abort a baby if I have one, I'm surprised you're doubting me all of a sudden," I express my disbelief at his behavior, he may have trusted me blindly a few times but I did earn his trust.

Him saying words like this to me is a big lash to my ego.

"That's because lately your claims are not backed up with proof, you've been lying to me a lot Pearl and I will appreciate it if you stop because you're making me feel stupid,"

"I'm telling the truth, Fabian! I'm telling the truth," I didn't know when I lost control over my growing anger and yelled at the top of my voice in a desperate move to defend myself.

My husband grinds his teeth, his muscles twitching under his skin as he clenches his fists, his fingers curling into a ball, his grey eye liquid with rage.

I take an instinctive step backward because he looks like he is about to lunge at me.

"I can't do this," he says, searching the room till his eyes fall on his clothes, he throws them on.

"I made a mistake by coming here," he throws me one last contemptuous look before marching out of the room.

He shuts the door with a loud thud and I flinch back in shock.

It's a different kind of pain when you're accused of something you didn't do by someone you love so much and there's no proof for you to show your innocence.

I lean against the wall crying my eyes out in pain, I drag my back on the wall till my butt hits the cold marble floor, I hug my knees as endless tears stream down my face.

My phone rings on the nightstand where I left it last night. I lean forward to get it, my eyes are glossy with tears. I don't see who it is before picking up the call.

"Hello, Baby Sis, Happy birthday!" My brother says in his usual perky-fake Italian voice earning a weak smile from me.

"Thank you," I say, sniffing sobs.

"When will you be ready today? I have a surprise for you,"

"I don't know," I mutter hopelessly because the pain brewing in my heart is too heavy to step outside with.

"Are you okay, sis?" My brother's voice carrying a tinge of concern.

Fabian's POV

It's still hard to believe that Pearl could do such a horrible thing, but the truth is in my fucking face, and I have to believe it if not my life will become more miserable than it already is.

My heart stirs with pain, I have been lied to all these years, I trusted her, I fucking trusted her! Why would she do such a thing to me?

I need her to carry my baby, I need her to give birth to a mini-me, someone she and my mother can use to remember me when I'm gone.

I can die anytime.

A cough erupts from my inside and my palm flies to catch the blood that splutters from my mouth before it stains my clothes.

I look around my car, my eyes searching for my tissue until I get my hands on it.

I clean the blood off my hands and mouth before resting my back on the seat to ease my nerves before I start driving.

My vision is blurry and void, I wish things were happening differently. I don't mean to be hard on Pearl to give me a child, but I have a fucking choice.

But I'm still mad at her for aborting her pregnancies without telling me, doesn't she trust me the way I trust her? Why would she betray me like that? She knows I would support her through anything. How long has this been going on? Why didn't I find out sooner?

Questions start swirling in my mind and I stop myself before I hurt myself even more, my heart is already concealing so much pain, it won't be nice to poke it.

My phone screeches signaling me of an incoming call, I look over to see who it is.

Dr. White? Why is he calling me?

"Good morning, Doctor," I say after sliding the green icon.

"Good morning, Fabian, Your mother is in the emergency room, she was involved in a fatal accident and she'll need a blood donation,"

"What? When was that?"

"It's not something to discuss over the phone, please come as fast as you can and save her life," The call disconnects.

I turn on the ignition of my car and drive into the asphalt road, driving at a very high speed.

°•

Beep. Beep. Beep.

Where the only sounds that occasionally pierced the heavy silence in the room.

My fingers clasped around my Mom's hand, my thumbs caressing her hand and her wrist.

Whenever I raise my eyes to look at her face, I fear for how I will cope if I lose my Mom to an accident.

Tears sting my eyes at the thought that I'll become an orphan. At the thought of losing my only family, Pearl was a part but after what I found out today, I doubt that she is still part, she hurt me deeply.

I slap myself mentally for restraining my Mom from coming around our house because of her.

Love makes you foolish, they say, but I think it went beyond foolish, I was brainless whenever it came to her.

"Fabian," I hear the strained voice of my Mom and I spring up from my seat to embrace her.

"I'm sorry Mom," I murmur into her hair.

"It's okay, Son," She pats my back weakly.

I pull away from the hug, "How are you feeling. Mom?" Sitting half butt on the bed.

"Better," she admits.

"I'm very sorry, Mom... for choosing Pearl over you,"

"I've already forgiven you for that,"

"You may have but I hate myself so much for what I did, Pearl has been aborting her pregnancies, I found an abortion pill in our room, and she denied using it," I shrug softly, still overwhelmed by the bald truth I just discovered.

"What? She has been aborting my grandbabies?" My mother's tone is sharper than her usual tone. I know she's pissed, but I'm even more pissed because I feel like the world is closing in on me.

"Yes Mom," I nod.

My mother looks away, shutting her eyes, I feel ashamed for bringing this upon us.

"I never liked that girl, not once, I tried many times to adjust but we were incompatible, I don't know what she gave to you that made you so in love with her that you don't even care about what anyone thinks, I knew she was evil, but I didn't know she could go to such an extent,"

"I didn't know better," I say.

"You knew better, Son, there are a thousand good girls out there that are ready to have your baby, she doesn't mean well for you, what wife wouldn't want to give her husband a child? She's very evil, and devilish." My mother spits the last part in a venomous tone.

Other times I'll advocate for Pearl whenever my Mom starts spewing how much she hates her, but right now I regret the times I did that.

A deafening silence falls between us.

"What are you going to do now?" She speaks up after a while.

"I don't know, Mom," I reply, squeezing my forehead with my thumb and index finger.

"Look at me Son," she prompts me to look at her, I turn my neck for our eyes to connect.

"I am your mother, and you will listen to me this time, You will Divorce her, " I groan internally, tearing my eyes from my mother's eyes, "You are not getting any younger and so am I, I can die any day, I need to see my grandbaby before I die, I need you to listen to your mother, Son, Divorce her she doesn't love you," I feel an internal impulse to protest or defend Pearl but I can't, not after what she's done.

I'm still very much in love with her, I don't know if I'm ready for a Divorce.