The Billionaires last chance

Sonya's POV

*****

"Congratulations, Mrs. Peters. You're four weeks pregnant!"

As soon as I heard those words from the doctor sitting behind his desk, my mouth fell, my eyes fluttering as I tried to wrap my head around the whole thing.

I'm... I'm pregnant?

I wracked my head, trying to think of how possible this was.

My husband, Callum Peters, and I have been married for three years. But it wasn't a happy union.

Our union was an arranged marriage from both our parents to secure both our family names after the media scandal incident that involved the two of us.

Callum's parents have always pressured him for an heir and we have tried our best to have a child to no avail. We even tried IVF but that proved fruitless too.

"T– Thank you, doctor," I muttered, my face heating up with a blush as I stretched my right hand forward and took the result papers.

I stared at the results, my eyes skimming through as if I still couldn't believe the doctor's words. Maybe it's because I couldn't.

After three years of an unhappy marriage, Callum rarely ever slept at home. He had houses all around the city and stayed in these houses for weeks without seeing me.

And each time when he finally sees me, he doesn't make any moves to touch me.

Except for one unexpected night about a month ago when he came back drunk...

I touched my stomach, my lips curling up into a warm smile as I realized that a child was growing in there.

"If you seem this excited, I can only imagine how excited your husband would feel." The doctor remarked with a smile as I stood up from the office seat.

I flashed him a smile and shook my head. "You have no idea, doctor."

Without wasting another second, I rushed out of the office and scurried to my car outside the hospital premises.

When I stepped into the car and started ignition, my mind began racing with so many possibilities. I was unsure of how to break the news to Callum.

Do I tell him on call since we rarely ever saw each other?

"No, that would be a bad idea." I sighed to myself, shaking my head as I began driving through the busy highway of the city. "His birthday is coming up soon though. Maybe..."

I could surprise him on his birthday! I'll go to his office with a cake and break the news of my pregnancy to him on that day.

It would be the perfect surprise.

"Sonya, you're a genius," I said to myself, my smile widening as I kept on driving.

~~~~~

On the day of Callum's birthday, I prepared myself to go see him in his office.

Before I did, I grabbed my phone and decided to dial his number, to at least wish him a happy birthday before getting to his office.

Unfortunately, when I called his number, the call got directed to voicemail, causing me to sigh with disappointment.

I'll just drop a message then...

"Uh, good morning, Callum," I said awkwardly, while simultaneously placing some finishing touches to my makeup in the mirror. "I just want to say happy birthday. I know our marriage hasn't been the happiest and that there have been a lot of things that need fixing. But I promise you... I'm sure that's all about to change soon."

My heart was filled with warmth as I subconsciously touched my stomach and smiled while the phone was still stuck to my ear.

"Anyway, I'm on my way to your office. I hope to see you there. L– Love you." I said the last part hastily, hanging up and placing my phone in my purse before I sighed.

The last time I ever dared to tell Callum 'I love you,' he had lashed out at me and mocked me.

"What do you expect me to say? That I love you too?!" His sarcastic voice still echoed in my mind from that fateful evening. "Hehe, don't be delusional, Sonya. You and I both know that if it weren't for our parents meddling, we wouldn't be sitting at this dining table together or be in this sham of a marriage."

"Gosh, I shouldn't have come here in the first place!" He had snapped and flung the plates of food that I had painstakingly prepared, causing me to jolt with fear.

Ever since then, the words 'I love you' made my heart sink whenever I heard them used either on the television or by actual people.

I sighed, shaking my head before I parted my hair aside in front of the mirror and nodded my head before clutching my purse and running out of the room.

When I got to the large living room, I picked up a red box where I had kept the cake I had custom-made for his birthday.

It took me ten minutes to get to the high-rise building where his office was. His father is the CEO of this company and owns a chain of other companies in the country.

Anyway, I've been here only a few times so no one recognized me at all as I navigated my way through the lobby until I got to the elevator.

When the elevator took me to the floor where Callum's office was located, I drew in a deep breath as I stepped out and continued walking, my footsteps heavy with the excitement I felt.

Callum's office door soon came into my view. However, his secretary, who sat on a large desk outside his office, was nowhere to be found.

That's... Odd.

I dimmed my eyes, glancing at the secretary's desk before scanning my gaze around the office floor.

"Maybe she stepped out to go get something," I muttered to myself.

I shrugged to myself and decided to knock on Callum's office door. However, when my knuckles were only a few inches away, I paused when I heard giggling from within the office.

The giggling belonged to a female voice, causing my eyebrows to furrow into a frown as I placed my head on the door after looking around and realizing that no one was looking at me.

"Oh, Callum. We should've just gone to one of the hotels nearby to celebrate your big day." The female voice said slyly, her voice low but clear.

My heart began pounding heavily against my chest, my body trembling as I waited patiently, trying desperately to hear Callum's voice.

After a few seconds, the worst happened, and my world came crashing down.

"Very well, then. I'll take you to one of my penthouses and maybe we could... Order some delicacies from that new restaurant." Callum's deep voice echoed, followed by a chuckle. "And then I could eat you out if you know what I mean."

The two of them continued laughing, causing my eyes to twitch as hot tears stung them.

Without thinking straight and led by my emotions, I barged into the office, my gaze immediately landing on Callum sitting behind his office desk.

Sitting on top of Callum's legs was Amanda, his secretary, whose long brown hair was tied up in a messy bun.

The buttons of her shirt were undone, exposing her breasts to Callum, who was too busy trailing kisses all over her neck and chest to notice my entrance.

"Callum!" I screamed out, closing the door behind me and forcing the two of them to swerve their heads to me with surprise.

The box of cake in my hands fell to the ground, crashing down alongside my heart.

Sonya's POV

*****

Callum finally seemed to come back to his senses after I barged into his office, his eyebrows furrowing into a frown as he gently shoved Amanda off his body while glaring at me.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing here?" He queried, dimming his eyes as he walked around his table and headed toward me, not even bothering to arrange his slightly undone buttons.

I felt my attempt at breathing getting harder and harder as I watched the man I called my husband walk toward me with contempt in his eyes as his gaze trailed my body.

"Well? Have you suddenly gone deaf or mute?"

I clenched my jaw, glancing back only to see Amanda standing behind Callum on the other side of the office with a sly smirk on her face.

Enough is enough.

"C– Callum, you cheated on me. You've been cheating on me all this while?" I queried, my chest tightening and my stomach turning as if I was about to throw up.

I shouldn't be subjecting myself to this kind of stress right now that I am pregnant.

Just then, Callum scoffed, the disdain and spite in his gaze clear as he responded. "Cheat? How's it cheating when there was barely even a marriage in the first place? Not to mention the fact that you have never been the one my heart wanted."

He glanced back, smiling at Amanda who giggled before she waved at him playfully, ignoring my existence entirely.

My heart felt like it was failing and at this point, I didn't know what to say or do anymore.

Tears began trickling down my face like a waterfall as I slowly stepped forward and stretched my hands toward Callum, my chest heaving with each breath I took.

"And what do you think you're doing now?" He questioned mockingly, disregarding my tears as he scoffed. "Why are you still here anyway? Ugh, this bitch is ruining my birthday!"

He sounded pissed off but fortunately for me, he didn't do anything when I finally grabbed his right arm with both my hands, forcing him to look into my eyes as I kept on crying and sniffling.

I parted my lips repeatedly to speak, but my voice came out in croaks filled with my sobs, and it was getting harder to breathe. It was as if my lifeline had been cut.

"Babe, get the bitch to stop holding you already!" Amanda's voice echoed from behind Callum as if to add insult to my already festering wound.

I couldn't take any more of this.

"C– Callum," I muttered, sniffling hard to clear the snort in my nose and also to catch my breath. "D– Do you even love me? Even if it's just a... Even if it's just a li–"

Suddenly, without warning, Callum yanked his arm out of my grip, causing me to lose my balance since I'd subconsciously been putting my weight into holding him.

I fell face first to the floor, landing hard and even sending a sharp pain in both my arms and also my head.

"You delusional little bitch." Callum spat on my body despite my position on the ground, his voice dripping with hatred. "Get this into your thick skull. What we have is nothing more than an arranged marriage from our parents. I was never under any obligation to love you. How could I?"

I gasped, struggling to catch my breath as I heard Amanda's footsteps approaching just then.

My right hand went to my stomach, clutching it tight as my eyes fluttered weakly. A sharp pain shot through my stomach, causing me to squirm and gasp from the pain as my lips trembled.

"H– Help me," I said weakly, my voice weak.

It was then that my right hand went underneath my legs, and I discovered something that sent shivers down my spine.

I was bleeding!

"Oh, babe. Just drag the bitch out of your office and dump her there." Amanda's annoying voice remarked but it was becoming distant with each passing second.

I tried raising my head to get a view of the office and the people towering above me but that was almost impossible as my eyes turned.

"I didn't even touch her." Callum sneered with contempt, but those were the last words I heard before everything went black.

~~~~~

"She's waking up, doctor!"

"Oh, thank goodness. The poor thing is lucky to be alive."

"Call her husband and get him in here, please."

My eyes struggled to open as I felt my attempts at breathing getting better again. However, when I smelt the unwelcome scent of drugs and stared at the white ceiling, I realized where I was soon enough.

I was in the hospital.

"Madam?" A calm female voice spoke up from beside me just then, forcing me to slowly turn my head to its source.

Standing beside my bed was a female doctor with short black hair, a stethoscope around her neck, and a smile on her face as she brought down the log book in her hands.

"How are you feeling, madam?" The doctor asked, her voice soft and patient.

How am I feeling?

It was at that moment that I began remembering my encounter with Callum and how I had fallen on the floor and... And the blood!

When I remembered all that, a skull-splitting headache assaulted my head, forcing me to grit my teeth as I struggled to even look at the doctor.

"You don't have to sit up." The doctor said reassuringly, placing her hands on my shoulder. "Just relax. We're going to–"

Just then, I heard the door swing open and footsteps approaching, followed by another female voice speaking up.

"Her husband refuses to show up, ma'am." The voice whispered, but I was still able to hear it, and my heart broke once again.

Callum had dumped me here in the hospital and wasn't bothered in the slightest to check up on me.

Anyway, after a back and forth between the doctors and nurses, the kind female doctor finally came to my side and broke some news that shattered my heart once again.

"Madam, I'm sorry to say you miscarried and we could not save the baby."

My world came crashing down completely with these words.

Sonya's POV

*****

After three weeks of being in the hospital, I was finally released and deemed stable enough to leave on my own.

Nobody had come to visit me, but I didn't mind anyway.

Okay, who was I kidding? It hurt me to my bones that no one had cared enough to check in on me or at least, call.

The only people who had called were my parents but I had told them I was fine and didn't disclose any more details, fearing that I would disappoint them.

Anyway, as I stepped out of the hospital building, I hired an Uber to take me back to Callum's house.

On the drive there, I sat silently, staring out of the window as an overwhelming sense of sadness and emptiness encroached on me like an ocean rising and covering a small island.

Tears stung the back of my eyes and eventually began falling freely, my breathing becoming hitched as my hands went to my stomach.

My baby is gone. My marriage with Callum is uncertain and the rational thing to do now would be to leave him.

But... But I can't.

"Oh, Callum..." I whispered to myself, sniffling as a bitter smile curled up my lips. "I should have noticed the signs. You've ruined me..."

My heart felt like it was about to give in again and I even spotted the Uber driver trying to peek at me through the rearview mirror a few times.

But I quickly used the back of my hands to wipe my tears away, looking away from him and sighing to myself, closing my eyes and reminiscing on different thoughts to distract myself from the numbing emptiness.

Finally, the driver dropped me in front of the house, and I paid before walking toward it, each step heavy as I remembered how I had rushed out of there on that fateful day.

I had been so excited to go see him on his birthday... Not realizing that my world would come crashing down that day.

When I got to the front door, I drew in a deep breath before I brought my hand to the doorknob and pushed it open.

However, to my surprise, the door was locked from the inside, causing my eyebrows to furrow and my heart to jump into my throat.

Was Callum back?

I scanned my gaze around the compound just then and spotted one of his many cars parked there. I hadn't noticed it on time.

Suddenly, the door swung open, forcing me to swerve my head to face whoever opened the door.

To my surprise, it was none other than Amanda who had a frown on her face and held a baby close to her body. The baby seemed to be a year old and suckled on its fingers while Amanda eyed me with contempt.

"Look what the cat dragged in." She remarked, her gaze going from my head to my toes. "What do you think you're doing here?"

My jaw clenched as I felt anger simmering deep inside me.

"This is my house, Amanda. I should be asking you that question." I blurted simply, holding myself back from doing anything rash. "Please, excuse me–"

I attempted to step in but before I could, a hot slap landed on my face, causing me to stumble backward from the force. My hands went to my face with shock; my mouth parted wide as I raised my head and stared at Amanda, who had slapped me.

"You pathetic bitch!" She spat with spite, placing the baby on the floor so she could face me properly. "Who do you think you are, huh? This is Callum's house and he doesn't want you anymore."

My eyes fluttered repeatedly, my jaw still clenched as I glared at Amanda.

However, before either of us could do or say anything more, a male voice boomed from inside the house.

"Amanda, who's that?!"

My heart skipped a beat when I heard that voice, my neck stretching to see him.

The door finally opened fully, and Callum stepped out, folding his arms in front of his chest and staring at me at first like he had seen a ghost.

However, he eventually sniggered, shaking his head as he eyed me with contempt.

"So you survived. Congrats on that." He remarked nonchalantly, causing my heart to clench like it was being gripped by a vise.

I gritted my teeth, swallowing hard as I attempted to speak but before I could let any words out, Callum continued speaking.

"If it's not clear to you now, I don't want you in my life anymore." He said plainly, his voice devoid of warmth or pity as he wrapped his right arm around Amanda's waist.

He glanced at her with loving eyes, the same look that I've always craved him to give me throughout all the years of our marriage.

Anyway, after that, he continued. "That baby you see close to her is my child. My heir. And so is the baby growing inside her right now."

I couldn't believe my ears, my eyes widening as I brought my gaze to the baby standing on the ground while clutching Amanda's hand.

It was then that I also noticed the slight baby bump on Amanda's stomach that I hadn't noticed before.

"T– That baby is over a year old, at least," I mumbled, shaking my head with disbelief. "So, you've... You've been cheating on me for this long? We've been married for three years and I've been trying my best to find a way to get pregnant while you've been–"

"It's not my fault that you're nothing more than a barren blow doll." Callum spat, scoffing with disdain before he shook his head, not caring in the slightest how hurtful his words were.

At this point, I didn't think there was anything he could do or say that could hurt me beyond what he had already done. Or, so I thought...

Suddenly, Callum shoved his hand into his back pocket and brought out a small envelope before flinging it at me.

I caught the envelope, staring at it with confusion as I opened it and brought out some papers inside it.

"I have no use for you anymore, Sonya." Callum kept on talking, his voice cold. "Sign those papers and make sure you bring them to me in a week. Have a good life."

Without saying anything else, he, Amanda, and the child stepped into the house and closed the door behind themselves, leaving me out there like a beggar.

I sighed with despair as my eyes skimmed through the papers, and my hands trembled when I began realizing what they were.

Divorce papers...