Daisy's pov
When I handed my husband the pregnancy result that very day, the first supper. He was strangely quiet for a prolonged interval then he suddenly leaped up to his feet and wrapped me in his arms.
"We're going to be parents," he said softly, smiling from ear to ear, then suddenly his smile faltered.
"My love, you'll need to find someone who can take over your responsibilities as CEO for the meantime. I wouldn't want you to be stressed during your pregnancy,"
I squeeze his fingers, how thoughtful of him!
"Well I won't have to go far, I think I'm already looking at the person I need…"
His eyes widened like saucepans, "Can you really trust me with that?"
I nodded, "Yes, I trust you more than anyone else,"
He caressed my cheek, "Then I work hard not to disappoint you, my love, just relax. I'll take care of everything."
"I'll have to be coming by from time to time though to check up on things," his eyes suddenly darkened.
"My love, didn't you just say you trusted me?" He asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
"I do trust you," I said honestly, "... Coming around to check is just courtesy and I'm sure that the other members of the board would want to see me from time to time,"
He didn't say anything for a while, just quietly massaging my fingers, then he knew that his face was brightening up again.
"Yeah, you're right…"
I was glad he understood, my heart felt like it was hanging by a thread when his smile disappeared. He and the baby in my womb were all I had, and I will do anything not to lose either of them.
Not all pregnancies have morning sickness, and I thought that was the case for me too but in my fifth week of pregnancy, I was nearly close to unloading my organs into the toilet every time the sun rose in the morning.
Sometimes I couldn't make it to the toilet, and shame would shroud me. Robert said nothing about this until one night, while we were cuddling he admitted that my morning sickness often killed his appetite and he was skipping meals because of it.
"I think you should be sleeping in the guest room from now on, in case those 'accidents' happen, you know?"
At that moment I wanted nothing more than for mother Earth to just open up and swallow me whole, all this time I thought that Robert had been super understanding but turns out he was disgusted by me.
Him suggesting that I move to the guest room hurt, but I rationalized it in my head. Nobody wanted to wake up to a pool of vomit on the floor. It didn't happen all the time but still…
"Okay, I'll have the maids take my things there."
Robert was very satisfied with this answer, and that night when I slept in the guest bedroom I clung to the extra pillow pretending it was him, I hardly got a wink of sleep.
The next morning I thought Robert would be in the same boat as me, I came down to the dining room which was larger than Robert's former apartment expecting to see eye bags but when I saw him he looked completely refreshed and well rested.
Disappointment took a jab about my heart, I was so sure that I would be missed but it looked like he got better sleep without me. I tried not to overthink it.
As my pregnancy progressed I saw less and less of my husband, catching him with the house was a once in a blue moon occurrence. He'd wake up at the crack of dawn and come back home in the depth of the night.
Finally I decided to take the bull by the horn. On a Monday I wore a long fluffy gown that accommodated my growing belly and had my chauffeur drive me to the company. I was in the company's parking lot when I noticed something that made my heart drop.
I saw my husband and my step sister Becky together.
It was a horror movie playing out right in front of my eyes, I froze up inside the car as Robert held the door open for her in his own car and she slipped in naturally.
"Follow them," I managed to tell the chauffeur through the lump in my throat.
"But don't make it obvious," I added as a caution.
Don't jump to conclusions, don't jump to conclusions…that was the thought that kept echoing in my mind but too many uncomfortable things were lining up which could only be explained by the conclusion I wanted to jump head first thing to.
My heart sank into a pit when I saw Robert drive into a five-star hotel–I was right. My sadness and disbelief slowly molded itself into rage, I got out of the car and followed them, meeting them in the lobby where they were speaking to the receptionist.
I grabbed my step sister by her arm turning her to face me then I slapped her.
"You homewrecking slut! What are you doing with my husband?!"
"Daisy, it's not what you think…" she said in that fake syrupy voice that only added more fuel to my rage.
"Shut up! Aren't you here to sleep with my husband? You shameless–"
"Daisy!" Robert called out to me, grabbing my wrist forcefully and turning me to look at him.
"Are you out of your mind?!"
A cold shiver washed all over me, I didn't know that Robert's voice could even go that high, much less be directed towards me with so much bubbling anger that it exploded.
"Robert…" I could only manage to say his name at first, "... How could you do this to me? And of all people…Becky?"
He groaned, seemingly annoyed.
"Daisy, apologize to Becky." He said and I nearly lost it at him.
"Why should I apologize to this homewrecker?!"
He tightened his grip on my w
rist, "That's because she's not a homewrecker, she's my secretary."