Leanna-Chapter 202: [Epilogue 1.1]

[Estela’s POV]

[Epilogue 1.1]

My pregnancy was a shock to my family. I didn’t know why since they already knew of my perverted nature. Instead, it was my in-laws who were calm and accepted me with open arms, expressing their joy and excitement at their soon to be grandchild.

My parents took a moment before they too became excited at the mention of grandchildren. Like that, my mother became warm once more towards Zhander while my father, on the other hand, had mix feelings about his baby girl being pregnant at a young age. However, he was still thrilled at the mention of my child.

And my brother . . .

Well . . .

Let’s say everything was resolved. Everybody was happy. Everybody was excited. Even though that day, Zhander left our house with few bruises and scars.

All was well!

Zhander and I got married. Just a small private backyard wedding with our family and close friends to celebrate our union together.

And seven months passed by just like that.

I withdrew from school and moved out of Azure Sky into Zhander’s penthouse in New York so we could be together. While my mother and Zhander’s mother moved in with us to take care of me while Zhander was at work.

I got to say, living with your in-laws was quite toxic for the health. Their varying opinions clashed with each other, and I was at a loss on what to do –– to the point I didn’t only have stomach cramps, but head cramps as well.

Eventually, I couldn’t take anymore and asked my mother to visit me three times a week, and Zhander, too, did the same for his mother, making sure their schedules didn’t clash with each other.

They were reluctant to leave me by the hands of home nurses at first, but seeing I burst in anger because of my uncontrolled hormones every time both of them argued and Zhander threatened them banished from his penthouse, they didn’t have any choice but to agree.

Days passed by peacefully dull, and I was gazing over at the sky, boredom wirtten all over my face as I ate mangoes to satisfy my cravings.

*sigh . . .

Lately, Zhander was very busy, and he was not so loving to me anymore. He always came home late, and sometimes, he even sleeps in the extra room.

I dismissed the idea that he got bored with me or that he fell out of love because of my now chubby appearance. Coupled with my uncontrolled hormones, I smell like I bathe from sweat even though I showered frequently.

I read it on the net about husbands breaking up with their wives during pregnancy because the former fell out of love due to the latter becoming fat. Or some even said they could no longer tolerate the smell, or because they couldn’t abstain themselves for nine months.

Though I was not against having sex during pregnancy since the doctor said it was still safe as long as it was not deep, keeping in mind to be gentle and extra careful, Zhander didn’t budge and became less intimate with me that I couldn’t help but feel neglected and unloved.

I chewed my lips when tears blurred my eyes.

Crappy p***!

I couldn’t even control my own emotions anymore!

"Young miss, your husband said he would come home late, and you should sleep early," Three informed without batting an eyelid.

Since my pregnancy, Zhander made sure all things exhibiting radiation were pulled out from our bedroom and were at least ten meters away from me. Including my phone and laptop, so anything I wanted to say, I have to relay it to Three and vice versa.

I sighed.

This again.

This excuse again. He’s apparently avoiding me! What’s been keeping him busy for months?!

I refused to believe that Zhander might be seeing another woman.

He wouldn’t do this to me!

Zhander is not that type of man.

Though he had many girlfriends in the past, he remained loyal to each one of them.

But of course, my raging hormones didn’t accept that reasoning as the vivid pictures of Zhander together with a younger, more beautiful sexy woman in his arms was replaying in my head.

"Leave me!"

I didn’t hide the brittleness and hurt in my voice as I waved my hands at Three and those other two standby nurses. They didn’t even get out of the living room and remained ten meters away from where I was as Zhander ordered them to not let their eyes off me whatever happens, not minding my opinion at all.

Can’t even have a private time for myself!

Feeling resigned, I stood and went into our bedroom –– the only place where I could be alone.

Though I didn’t want to sleep, the moment my body laid on the comfortable mattress, my eyes closed, and I drifted to dreamland.

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". . . Est . . ."

". . . tela . . ."

"Estela . . ."

I growled in protest when someone shook me awake.

My nose wrinkled at the familiar perfume of a woman. I knew that scent. It was lingering in my nose these past few months. I dismissed it as one of his client’s perfume, but I didn’t know why this time, my anger flared.

I opened my eyes and smacked Zhander’s hand away from my shoulder.

"Don’t touch me! You’re dirty!"

Zhander was stunned at my sudden outburst, and before I knew it, tears fell from my eyes.

Crappy p***!

Can’t I talk without crying?

Zhander panicked and tried to hold me in his arms, but I recoiled away from him.

"Estela, what’s wrong?" Zhander frowned when I glared at him.

Instead of answering, I lashed out again.

"Who is it?! Who is the whore that’s been sleeping with you?!"

Zhander’s brows crumpled even deeper, confusion on his face.

"What are you talking about?"

"Don’t play dumb with me! Her disgusting stench is all over you!" I screamed, and all the pent-up emotions came pouring out when his face contorted in panic.

In my fury, I burst in a fit of rage.

"You jerk! How could you do this to me?! I’m pregnant, and you go on whoring with other women! Is it because I’ve become fat and stinky?! Who is it?! Who is that whore?! I’ll kill her!!"

"Estela, calm down! It’s not good for the baby!"

Zhander climbed on the bed and wanted to grab and embrace me, but I kept on resisting him, hitting, scratching, and slapping his chest and face.

"You jerk! How could you?! After you impregnated me, you’ll leave me with some whore?! I’ll kill he––unghh!"

I froze when my stomach constricted –– painfully. I gasped for air at the onslaught of pain.

My arms flew on my nine months of bulging belly.

"Estela, what’s wrong?" Zhander paused as he stared at me, face mirroring my horrified expression.

"Z-Zhander . . . m-my . . . my s-stomach . . . h-hurts . . ."

"What?!"

Zhander’s eyes zoomed to my thighs, but nothing was there, only my legs and curling toes.

"Shit! Are you going to give birth?!"

agh!

I wanted to smack his face, but I was in so much pain right now that all I could manage was a nod, glaring at him to bring me to the hospital –– now!

Zhander scooped me as he yelled in a panic to get everything ready.