Pregnant For My Husband’s Driver Chapter 16
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I moved to Mama’s house. I didn’t know how Apollo traced us. He kept visiting despite Mama’s special hatred for him. I have shouted at him all to no avail.
“My conscience won’t let me marry my boss’s wife, but my conscience will kill me if I leave you like this to bear this alone.” Apollo stood adamantly. He refused leaving when asked to. One of the days, Mama angrily smashed her phone on him. The phone accidentally hit landed on his right eyebrow. We couldn’t control the blood that gushed from him that day. After I rushed him to the hospital and he got treated, he followed still followed me home. I tried stopping him but no, Apollo said he would take more blows for my sake.
Mama knowing how unbent he’s, she let him alone. Two days after that incident, I picked my phone and called Westley. It was past twelve midnight. He busied the calls severally. When he eventually picked, he made me listen to the bedroom moaning. I kept echoing ‘Hello’ bùt didn’t hear his response.
I started drinking. It wasn’t me. It wasn’t my person right from birth. I was heartbroken. I drank and drank that I needed a cigarette to aid it. I was running wild. Mama went to the village to get me herbs and some native items. Apollo promised visiting in the evening.
While in the parlour drinking myself to stupor, Lola came.
“Leave before I do something stup1d”. I quickly informed her showing her out of the house. I belched heavily.
“Genevieve, you’re drinking and smoking? What’s this and why are you asking me out of your house?”. She asked moving up to me. I held the bottle upside down and raised it. I was mean to smack her head with it.
“Wicked friends!”. I thundered and almost staggering. Lola stood dumbstruck. She stared like one who didn’t understand a thing. She moved up to me and held me still.
“What are you talking about?”. She asked inquisitively. I laughed.
“Keep your pretense to yourself, Lola!”.
TO BE CONTINUED
