The Unexpected

I sat down at the round table alone. This would be the first time I had come to a bar in many years, the pain I felt in my heart was just too much. The scenes kept replaying in my head, welling me up with pain and anger.

I ran my veiny hands over my hair until my always neatly combed hair became rough and I didn't care. I was supposed to care, as I was a billionaire heir, and even without my father’s money I would still be a billionaire. I was a public figure, the Sloan heir, but I refused to care.

For the past three months, after the scene, I had immersed myself in deep work, I barely ate or changed my clothes. But today, while at work, my body could not take it anymore. My hands began to shake, skin colour turned pale and all the memories kept coming back. It came back with a gush of pain.

At first, I tried blocking it, but I allowed it to freely take over me. I gulped down the remaining Scotch from the half-filled glass and drank, letting the memory replay itself.

It happened when I had forgotten something and had rushed down to take it. I stopped at the front of my gate, I didn't bother driving into the parking lot. The gateman greeted me cheerfully, too cheerfully, as if he was happy that I was finally discovering something.

“Is Bella inside?” I asked in a hurry.

The gateman nodded quickly. “She has not left since you went out.”

I walked out before he finished talking. “Good,” I murmured to myself as I loosened my tie.

She would help me find another suit and help me arrange my file while I took a quick shower. I just hoped she had not stressed herself or my unborn baby.

On entering the house, I felt something was amiss. The air carried a foreign scent. I heard sounds coming in as I approached my bedroom, sexual sounds. I immediately waved off the thought of it. After all, she was pregnant. Then it came again.

“Ahh… fuck Aaron…

“Harder...” Bella's voice moaned.

My heart sank, and for a moment, my heart skipped a beat, my legs became too heavy for me. No! No! No! This can't be happening. It can’t be here. She would never want to hurt me. After all, we would be expecting a baby and our marriage was in the next six months.