Married By Mistake novel Chapter 26

LUNA

"Huh? You're pregnant already ?! Omygosh! I'm an aunt." Camille said cheerfully.

I smiled sternly and sipped the coffee we bought at Starbucks. "You're happy that I'm pregnant. While my husband ..."

"What kind of nonsense did Dylan do?"

"He thought Skyler was my son's father." I covered my mouth with my hand to shut down the sob. He handed me a tissue and I wiped it on my cheek and eyes. "he doesn't believe me that nothing happened between me and Skyler. How did my husband think I betrayed him?"

Camille held my hand that was on the table. "Let him cool down. That's understandable, too. Dylan's mind has been narrow since I hurt him. All he wants is for him to be in control of everything."

"I'm just afraid that he might turn on hurting me again."

"If he does that, I'll let him taste the taste of treacherous flatulence."

I laughed at what Camille said. "Does that taste good?"

"Just ride." She says so artfully.

Camille and I spend the day together. She eases my heart. I also explained to her why I went to California for Skyler. I hope Dylan understands that Sky has played a big role in my life. If I hadn’t met him, I probably would have committed suicide out of grief.

"Everything's alright, hmm?" I looked at Camille.

The car stopped in front of our gate. I nodded and slowly got out of the car.

"Call me when something happens, huh? I'll pick you up right away."

"Yes. Thank you, Camille."

she is already pulling the car away. I opened the gate and entered. I put the key on the doorknob and turned it. I slowly pushed open the door and entered the house.

All the lights were on but there was no trace of Dylan around. I dropped my bag on the chair and went to the kitchen but he wasn’t there either.

I took a deep breath and went to our bedroom. I saw him lying on the bed and sleeping. I could smell the fragrance of wine throughout the room. He came home drunk again.

I approached him and remove his shoes one by one. I also got him a dress that is much more comfortable than his polo and jeans, after I dressed him I went downstairs to cook dinner.

When I finished cooking I went upstairs to wake up Dylan. He could not sleep with his stomach full of alcohol.

"D, wake up," I said while shaking his shoulder.

"Hmm .." He growled but didn't open his eyes.

"Eat first."

"Get out. I want to sleep." His cold response.

I sighed. "Dylan, come on. Eat first and then rest. It's bad—"

He rose and grasped my hand. "Shut up! And get the fucking hell out of my eyes!"

The corner of my eye heats up. "Dylan, what did I do for you to hate me this much?"

"Don't start with the waterworks now! Fuck!" He ran his hand through her hair.

I took a deep breath and turned my back on it. I shouldn’t be stressed for the sake of my child as well. I ate what I cooked even when I was alone. I also want to rest but I don't want to sleep on an empty stomach. It might hurt the child if I starve myself.

I lay down next to Dylan. We turn our backs on each other. I feel a little pain because he can tolerate me, while I, on the other hand, one hug from him, and I forgive him. Because I love him so much.

I woke up with someone shaking my shoulder. When I opened my eyes I immediately saw my husband's face. Sunlight from the window greeted me. I rolled my eyes and then stretched. I noticed he was very well dressed.

"Get dressed, we're going to the ob-gyn." His voice is serious.