KIM
My phone kept on ringing. I turned it off and put it back into my purse.
I looked around the neighborhood. It is quiet and peaceful. It is still morning, everyone are at their places of work. Kids are obviously at school and will be back in a few hours to turn the neighbourhood into a very lively place as always.
I love it whenever the kids are back from school and hovering the neighbourhood in their bicycles and playing with their pets.
I am instantly reminded of the kid growing inside me.
My heart dropped.
It is obvious that Ernest is not the father.
But....but it's that random guy whom I don't even know how he looks like.
My heart sank into my stomach.
Sighing, I walked towards our entrance door.
I took out my keys from my purse and unlocked the door. I walked into the house and closed the door behind me.
Our house is a small one. We are not rich, niether are we poor. Ernest's job pays enough to feed us and afford a lovely home as this. We have only one bedroom and a living room.
It is a very lovely place I call home. It is small but I am contended with it. We have nice white sofas which was given to us as a wedding gift by Ernest's elder sister, Indiana.
Ernest bought other things like our bed, kitchen utensils, television and a nice portrait. He loves portraits.
Ernest is a very loving husband. He is an ambitious man with dreams. And he believes that someday his dreams will come true and he will give me a better life as his queen.
He is very loving and treats me with so much care. I can't believe I did this to him.
Oh God.
I walked towards the sofa, dropped my purse on the floor and sat on the sofa.
I let out a breath as I ran my fingers through my hair.
What am I going to do?
How do I live with this?
This child is not his.
Ernest and I has been married for two years. We have no kids. We haven't even checked up with the doctor to know what is wrong with us. We didn't even think about that because we felt it is too early to worry about kids.
Then I did this a month ago. I hooked up with a random man and now I am a month pregnant.
Ernest is not the father.
That man is!
Good God, what have I done!
What have you done, Kim, what?!
I rested my back on the sofa and threw my head back.
It felt like my world is about to stop. I have betrayed a very good man. I feel so filthy right now.
My phone rang again.
Sighing, I reached for my purse and took out my phone.
It was Ella.
I can't talk right now.
I feel like I don't have the right to.
I deserve a lot of punishment right now.
My phone stopped ringing.
I looked at my phone and I saw a voice message from her.
I typed it.
"Kim, what is wrong? Did you go to the hospital like we planned? What did the doctor say? Is it what I think it is?" She kept asking as I focused my gaze on the portrait picture hung on the wall. It's a picture of Ernest and I in our wedding attire.
Tears made their way out of my eyes as I recalled that day he came to my parents' house, asking for my hand.
I couldn't stop staring at him. The way he smiled at me.
The way he looked at me.
I fell for him instantly.
He came with his sister, Indiana and my parents accepted his offer for marriage.
I couldn't say no to him. He was so handsome.
And my parents couldn't further my education. They could only help with my two younger siblings, Bryan and Aria. I understood that.
I was twenty then. I saw no reason why I shouldn't get married. My mum said it pays to marry that early. I took her advice and agreed to the marriage even though Ernest wasn't rich. My heart accepted him.
And it has been two amazing years living with him as his wife.
Now, I have done a very terrible thing.
He will never forgive me.
He will never.
All he did was love and treat me right and I let myself be reckless because of a silly boredom.
Oh God.
What on earth am I going to do?!
Even if I calculate it, it is all adding up. I am a month pregnant. It was around a month ago I hooked up with that stranger.
It is definitely his.
This baby belongs to that stranger.
It is not Ernest's
God I feel so filthy!
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"Oh my God, Kim." Ella said from the other end of the line.
I finally decided to pick her calls.
"I have no idea what to do, Ella." I almost cried.
"Calm down, okay?"
I ran my fingers through my hair.
"How sure are you that it is not your husband's baby?" She asked.
"I don't know! It is just adding up. I am a month pregnant Ella. It was around that time I hooked up with.....ugh." i couldn't complete my statement.
"Calm down, girlfriend. Take a chill pill. You are not sure of that yet. Maybe you and Ernest had...."
"No! Even if we did, it was days after. And you know, Ernest and I has been married for two years. No kids yet. I hooked up this random man and now I am a month pregnant. Check it out, Ella." I cried.
God, the sound of my voice is killing me.
"Okay, listen. Listen, Kim. Stop panicking. You don't have to tell Ernest. Thank goodness you two had sex days after. You can just pin it on him."
I arched my brows. "What?"
"Yes. Pin it on him. Tell him he is the father, and forget about that random man. Do you hear me?" She asked.
"But....."
The door bell interrupted.
My heart dropped.
"Someone is at the door." I said.
"Who? It's him, right?" She asked.
I nodded. "Mm hmm."
"Calm down and do what I said. Tell him you two are expecting a baby. Don't panic, do you hear me?"
"Ye....yes." i stuttered.
"I will check up later." She said and hung up.
The door bell rang again.
I let out a breath, feeling my pounding heart as I placed my phone on the counter and walked out of the kitchen where I was cooking dinner before Ella's call came in.
I walked towards the door and opened it, revealing Ernest's blank but unhappy face. His eyes rested on me.
My heart sank into my stomach.
Don't panic, Kim. Stay calm.
"Hey, honey." I said, forcing a smile.
He looked away from me and walked into the house. He walked past me and headed towards the sofa. He sat on it.
I closed the door and turned to him. He looks unhappy. I fiddled with the little towel in my hands nervously as i walked towards him.
He placed his hand on his temple and rested his elbow on the sofa handle. I sat next to him, feeling my pounding heart.
"Ernest?"
He didn't respond but kept looking everywhere but at me.
"What is wrong?" I asked. My voice almost broke.
His eyes moved to me.
I gulped.
His eyes rested on me.
My hands became sweaty as I dropped my gaze.
"Kimberley," he called, making me look at him. He is looking at me.
"Yes?"
"I want a divorce."
I froze.
Wha....what?