(NFTMB)Chapter 34
Victoria
(It’s The Baby)
I patted down the front of my dress as I looked at my reflection in the mirror. I was dolled up but my eyes looked dead and lifeless almost like a doll. Memories of what I witnessed last night still swirled around my head.
A tear slipped through my eyes which I immediately wiped away.
I was wearing the dress Alessandro bought for me specially for this occasion. It was a mini bodycon white dress with spaghetti sleeves. He even controlled what I wore.
It wasn’t my style.
This dress wasn’t something I would pick out of a mall or an online shop. I think I looked like a whore in it.
He got it for me and the heels too so I couldn’t reject them or not wear them. Left for me I would rather appear there in sweats or a hoodie. I loved and cherished my comfort so much.
How was I going to do it? How was I supposed to meet the girl I saw having sex with my husband?
I deserve an award for my endurance and self-restraint.
That girl was downstairs now putting together things as the maid that she was while I was up here dressed like an escort.
We both slept with the same man.
The irony of that statement was groundbreaking.
I was instantly nauseated. I immediately ran into the toilet and opened the lid just in time for me to safely puke my guts out into the toilet seat.
I tried holding my hair back as I puked but it wasn’t easy.
Just as another bout of nausea hit me my hand was unconsciously removed from my hair as my two hands held onto the toilet seat for dear life.
Before my hair could drop into the toilet seat a pair of hands held it back for me while I deposited the contents of my stomach into the toilet.
Thank God for whoever that was else I would have had puke in my hair.
After I had successfully vanquished everything in my stomach, I slumped onto the ground feeling very weak.
This baby was turning my life and everything about me upside down.
I looked up to finally see who it was that was holding my hair back and I was surprised to see Alessandro crouched down in front of me.
“How are you feeling, Victoria?”. He asked
“I’ll be fine. Thank you”. I said nicely trying not to make him angry.
“Have you had anything to eat?”
“Yes I did but I’m afraid it’s all gone now”
“Get up from the floor, Victoria, that dress costs a fortune. And clean up yourself”. He commanded.
I swiftly got up from the floor and rinsed my mouth before brushing my teeth as he stood there watching me with his arms folded.
“You were downstairs last night, weren’t you?”. He asked out of the blue.
I stopped my actions midway as I looked at him in surprise and shock.
How did he know? Was he angry?
“Yes but I swear I didn’t mean to pry. I was just craving milk”. I said to clarify and also to pacify his anger.
He only looked at me suspiciously before pulling me by the arm and down the stairs to the living room.
We passed by the kitchen and he directed me to the dining room. I inwardly cringed and shuddered in disgust as I remembered the events that took place here last night.
“Why am I here?”. I asked.
I don’t want to eat on the table they just had sex on last night. It was disgusting. They spread their germs and filth all over it.
“To eat, Victoria. You just threw up everything in you”. Alessandro said sternly like a strict parent.
Except your child. I wanted to add.
But I immediately decided against it. It wasn’t going to do me any good.
Besides, when did your sense of humor become dark, Victoria? I questioned myself.
“Amara!”. He called out loudly to his mistress.
She came running in not long after he did and looked shocked to see me.
Yes, it’s me, bitch. I’m still alive, here and well.
My initial likeness for this girl has turned to hate. She was a vile and manipulative person.
She seemed to put herself together and plastered a fake smile on her face as she responded.
“Yes, sir. You called for me?”.
Sir, indeed. Sir in the day and at night you’d be screwing your sir. My inner bitter thoughts said.
What was I even talking about? My inner thoughts were all over the place nowadays.
“Get my wife something to eat. She just had morning sickness and threw up everything. What do you want, Victoria?”.
Bullseye!
I am very proud of Alessandro now. I could give him a nice big kiss for this.
Looking at Amara’s face you could tell that how he addressed me in front of her made her sad. She didn’t like that he called me his wife publicly.
I was racking my brain for something difficult to prepare and weird so I could at least make her suffer a bit.
Don’t blame me, she is my husband’s mistress so it’s in my job description to make her life a living hell. I’m just playing the part.
That’s what wives do to mistresses, right?
“I’m having weird cravings, Alessandro. The baby is controlling what I eat”. I whined to Alessandro.
“Say whatever it is, Victoria, and Amara will have it ready for you immediately”. Alessandro said, referring to Amara like a maid.
Her face fell at Alessandro’s words. Good.
“Okay, if you insist. I’m craving spaghetti and meatballs plus soup and garlic bread”. I said.
Amara’s facial expression was out of this world and she looked torn between annoyance and fear.
“Is that really what you want, Victoria?” Amara asked me.
That’s a dumb question, girl. Plus, who told you that you get to call me by my name.
“It’s madam to you, Amara. I’m your boss’ wife after all”. I corrected her albeit not nicely.
She looked at Alessandro as if asking for support. I didn’t have to look at Alessandro to know that he was going to support me. I was his wife and mother to his child. Plus, I was his son’s stepmother as well.
“Address your employer appropriately, Amara”. Alessandro said.
Good.
I’m sure her heart broke into a million pieces at his words.
“Yes, sir. I’ll get started on the food now, madam”. She said in a little voice.
“Is there any other thing you want, Victoria?”. He asked me to sit down and pulled out his phone that vibrated.
“Yes, that’ll be all”.
Bianca suddenly came rushing down the stairs with Matteo held tightly in her arms in a frenzy and ran straight out the door barely dropping a greeting.
“Morning, Victoria! Morning, Sanny!”. She yelled as she ran out the door.
Alessandro groaned before getting up and heading to the door from the dining table leaving me confused.
“My brother has arrived”. He said.
My heart instantly dropped into my stomach immediately and I lost my appetite.
I stood up and tried to move but I didn’t need to move further as a young man struggled to walk properly due to Bianca who wrapped herself around him like a koala.
Alessandro who was now carrying Matteo passed him over to me. He was smiling up at me as he had his thumb in his mouth. I loved this little bundle of joy.
“Bianca, for fuck’s sake we’re both going to fall”. The man who had a beard and a man bun said through gritted teeth.
Bianca laughed before separating herself from him as I saw a brunette walk in with a lot of luggage and a pair of sunglasses perched upon her face.
“Brother! I’ve missed you!”. The man exclaimed before engulfing Alessandro in a hug. Alessandro hugged his brother back as I stood there carrying Matteo awkwardly.
“Good to see you, Niccolo. You look great. I wasn’t quite sure how to imagine you from what Bianca described but you look good in person”. Alessandro said with a smile.
The siblings laughed together as they understood the joke while I stood there awkwardly with the brunette who had taken off her glasses now and was staring at me curiously before she turned her blue eyes to Alessandro.
“Hello, Alessandro, I’m Jasmine, Niccolo’s girlfriend. Niccolo has told me alot about you. It’s good to finally meet you and thanks for the jet, it was comfy”. The brunette said, extending a hand to Alessandro who shook it unenthusiastically.
He didn’t like whoever this was. I didn’t either.
“Good to see you, Jasmine. I haven’t heard many good things about you”.
I almost facepalmed.
Trust Alessandro to say exactly how he feels without mincing words.
Bianca whispered something to the man and motioned to the side I stood at.
The newly arrived man turned to my corner and that’s when he finally saw me.
“Wow wow wow, you must be the pregnant one”.