I forced her to marry me. Because I was so scared whether she would be okay to marry me after what had happened. I didn't give her any chance to reject me. We got married in our office. But I wanted her to know that even though I love her, she can't treat me the way she did yesterday. So I have taken all her properties and Aspiration under my company. It was not bankrupted. I could not do that to her. We informed all the media that they violated our confidential agreement and we got penalty from them. When I got everything from her dad, I transferred all the properties to her name. I transferred even half of the Excellence corporation shares and my properties to her name. Now my wife was richer than me. But in that way, her future was secured. I showed the news about the bankruptcy of Aspiration. She was staring at me for sometime then spoke..
"Eric"
"Yes, Baby doll"
"I liked you. But you messed everything up Eric. You destroyed all the ways I had to reach you. I will be your wife at your home. But I will never be a partner and a soulmate."
"Baby doll" I said in a shocked expression.
"Get lost Eric. Just Get lost. I don't want to see you again".
She is right I messed everything up. I didn't expect her to say that. I thought she didn't like me. I thought she would not be with me. I wanted her to trap in the name of marriage. That was why I took everything from her. When she didn't have house and anything, she would be with me. I would give her everything. But I messed it up completely. That day I drank like a hell to forget about what had happened. I went home and went her room directly. She got up when she saw me. I dragged her from there and took her to my room. I didn't know what I was doing. I pushed her on my bed and pounced on her. She was crying and begging to leave me. I didn't allow her to move. I entered inside her and thrusted so many time. Then I slept off. Morning I got up. I was searching for my phone to call John. I removed the blanket to find my phone and I was froze. My bedsheet had a blood strains in the middle. I remembered what happened last night. I rapped my wife. I could remember her crying face and tears. I was such a jerk. I behaved like that to her. She was a Virgin. It would have more painful. I hurt her. I hurt the one I love the most. That was why God was not allowing me to have family. Cause I would hurt everyone.
I cried in my room. I didn't want anyone to know that I was crying. I left my home immediately. I didn't want to face her. I could not see her Face. It would hurt me. I stayed in hotel everyday. I didn't want to go home. I was feeling guilty to rap my wife on our wedding night. She didn't deserve to bare this. I decided to let her go. I decided to break this relationship.
It had been 3 months. I didn't want to let her go as well as I didn't want to hold her. I was fighting with myself. I didn't know what to do. Then I saw her Instagram post and rushed home. I got to know that she was pregnant. We decided to live together. Everything was perfect. I was so happy. I never been experienced that. I would be father soon. She would be with me. Finally I would have a family. My family who would support each other and we would only have love love and love. I supported Jenn's family without their knowledge from the beginning. I could not make my in laws suffer like that. I would hurt Jenn too. They were my family too. Finally I gave everything back to them. But It was in Jenn's name. I didn't wanted change. I planned to propose her. The proper proposal with ring. That day we checked the gender of our kid, as I wished it was a baby girl. We went on a dinner date and I proposed her there. She wanted to celebrate. She wanted to have wine. I warned her but she didn't listen. She drank. Because of that my child was dead. I blamed her. She left me. She pushed me into this mess and left me" I stopped and looked at Chaaya. I was crying like a baby.
"Just cry Eric. Don't hold it. You would feel better" She said slowly. I didn't respond back to her.
"Do you think one class of wine would lead to miscarriage?" She asked me slowly. I was shocked listening to her. She smiled at me lightly.
"I am not telling pregnant ladies can drink. But 1 glass would not lead to miscarriage. I have seen pregnant ladies drinking 3 to 4 glasses of wine. I think you should have investigated it" I didn't know what to say when I heard it.
She was right. It was just a glass of wine. I stared at her.
"You can leave now Eric. I will call you when all you files are settled. You are too depressed. You just need a family. Try to find one. She said as she smiled at me. I left her place with a heavy heart.