Chapter 1
A MONTH AGO
Baila sat in her living room operating on her system. She had some unfinished work that she needed to submit to Tamar. He didn't let her go to work today because she was feeling ill. But Baila always been the stubborn type, she insisted on completing her work. She was so engrossed in her work that she didn't notice her phone vibrating beside her. Just as she turned to take the bottle of water beside her, she saw her phone vibrating. She picked it up slowly and checked the caller ID. It showed Sebastian, one of her best friends. Without wasting any time, she picked up the call, and what met her ears was the panting voice of Sebastian, which made her worried.
"Help… help me… please," came Sebastian's panting voice.
"Sebastian! Sebastian! Sebastian, can you hear me?" she asked, but the other party already hung up the call.
"Fuck, what could have possibly happened," she thought and dialed her other best friend's number, Amira. It first rang, but there was no response. The same goes for the second ring, and the third ring; the phone was answered.
"Do you miss me that much?" Amira's Australian accent welcomed her ears.
"Amira, I think Sebastian is in trouble," she mumbled.
"And why do you think so?" Amira questioned. "He called me this time around; he was panting like he was beaten up. He called me for help, I don't know what to do, that's why I am calling you," she rushed her words.
"Well, I don't know. You know the last time he called you for something like this, he almost raped you. So I will say don't go, it's maybe one of his tricks," Amira said calmly.
"No, he sounded like he was in real trouble this time around," she said.
"I already told you what I needed to tell you, don't call me again if you want to be foolish, at least learn from your mistake," she hissed and ended the call.
"Gosh, what should I do?" she muttered to herself. Without thinking, she took one of the cars parked in the parking garage outside and drove roughly out of the mansion.
After a few minutes of driving, Baila arrived at Sebastian's place. She came down from her car and walked into the house. The door wasn't closed when she went in, and the house was dark.
"Sebastian," she called calmly, trying to find the light switch. "Sebas…" before she could complete her words, her nose and mouth were covered with a white piece of cloth, and she fell unconscious after struggling while trying to scream.
"I am so sorry, my dear friend, but I can't watch another man take you away from me; you would have been mine if that bastard didn't walk into the picture," Sebastian said as he carried her in his arms. He turned on the light switch, and a girl named Vanessa's face came into view; she smiled mischievously.
"I told you it would be easy," she smiled and glared at Baila with hatred.
"Your job here is done; now go keep that useless husband of hers company," he said, and she only gave an eyeroll before exiting the scene.
It was getting dark when Tamar arrived home. He searched the entire building for his wife but couldn't find her. He asked the maids around, but none of them saw her leaving the penthouse. He thought maybe she went to Amira's, so he called her number, but it was switched off. He dialed Amira's number, and she picked.
"Mr. Tamar, you cared to reach me today; am I safe?" she questioned immediately she picked the call, and he just chuckled.
"Sorry, I have been busy lately, so I didn't have time to call," he explained. "No need for the long explanation, Mr. Billionaire, I understand, sorry, why calling me?" she asked again.
"Baila isn't home; is she with you?" he asked, and there was silence on the other party's end. "Amira," he called, and that seemed to revive her.
"She isn't here with me. About four hours ago, she called me and told me Sebastian called her. He sounded like he was in trouble. I told her not to go due to the last time incident, but it seems like she went," she explained, trying to sound calm; only God knows how pissed she is right now. Baila doesn't listen; she never does.
"Fuck," he stood up, took his jacket, and ran out of the penthouse with a car key. In less than fourteen minutes, he arrived at Sebastian's place. He walked into the house silently, and what he heard was someone trying to break free from another. The person's voice sounded so much familiar, like that of his wife.
"Let me go, you bastard," Baila said, almost breathless, as Sebastian rode into her non-stop. She had woken up only to find him having sex with her.
"Help!!" her voice barely above a whisper, she tried pushing him away, but her hands were tied with a rope to the bed stand. Just when she lost all hope, the door burst open, and Tamar came in, looking all dangerous. He charged at Sebastian without thinking twice; he threw a punch at his face, and he fell heavily on top of Baila, who finally found her voice and screamed out in pain.
"How dare you place your filthy hands on my woman, you fucking bastard," Tamar roared and punched him again. He kicked him countless times, losing control of his anger. Sebastian tried getting up on his feet, but Tamar left him no chance as he continued blessing his face with punches.
"Babe, help me," Baila whispered as she tried to wiggle her hands out of the rope. Tamar diverted his burning gaze to her and he stared at her with anger and hatred. She glued down in fear, looking everywhere else but not at his face.
"I warned you," he thundered, and she shrieked, trying to sink into the bed; she had never seen Tamar this angry, and nobody needs to tell her that she messed up. He glared at her with nothing but pure anger in his eyes; the fire from his eyes burned holes straight into hers.
"Am sorry," she shuddered, tears already pouring out of her eyes. Tamar angrily walked to the bed and undid the rope. He covered her with the blanket, then carried her in a bridal style as they walked out of the building. Just then, Amira arrived with the cops.
"Arrest that bastard," he told them and went into his car with Baila, who wouldn't stop sobbing.
ONE MONTH AFTER
Baila sighed for the fifth time as she waited anxiously for the doctor's report; she has been waiting for the report for close to an hour now.
"Gosh," she muttered and faced the floor, glaring at the tilted floor. Just then the door opened, and the doctor came in with a white piece of paper in his hands. She sprang up from her seat immediately he came in fully.
"Doctor, what does the result say?" she asked impatiently. "Please have a seat," the doctor pointed at the chair politely before he went to sit down, and she sat down just after him.
Lately, she has been having some weird feelings, and she would throw up almost every time. She hasn't seen her period for the past two months; she doesn't want to jump to conclusions, so she came for a test.
"So Ms. Arerebo, good news, you are two months pregnant," he broke the news, and she immediately rested her head on his desk, leaving him with a puzzled look.
"Why? Just why," she questioned no one in particular as she raised her head, tears already pouring down her cheeks.
"Ms. Arerebo, you are crying; it seems like you don't want the child," the doctor said slowly, handing her a tissue which she took and wiped her tears.
"I don't want to keep it," she said out of the blue, and the doctor's mouth went wide. "Ms. Arerebo, you don't want to keep the heir of the Arerebo family?" he asked, and she nodded.
"Yes, I don't. Look, Doctor Smith," she held his hands, which was relaxing on the table, wrapping her palm around his. "I know you have been the personal doctor to the Arerebo family for the past twenty years, and I am begging you to please keep this a secret. Please consider me your daughter and don't tell Tamar," she pleaded. He saw the pleading in her eyes and nodded.
"I won't, but it's going to be hard keeping such a thing a secret from the old lady," he breathed.
"I know, and thank you so much, Ms. Smith," she said with a smile and walked out of the office.
On getting to her house, she saw clothes from both genders on the floors of the living room, and that made her sigh in regret. Her heart made a thump as the memory of that night a month ago sparked in her head. Tamar is at it again; he has been bringing girls to have sex with since the day he saw that Sebastian and her. Not just that, his attitude towards her has changed completely; he was like a monster. He doesn't touch her, nor does he even see her as a person. Their two years of marriage are just sinking, and she can't do anything to save it.
She bent down to pick up the clothes when Tamar came down from the stairs with a girl wearing his T-shirt, the very first one she wore on their first night together.
"You don't really have to do that," his deep husky voice sounded as he descended from the stairs. She turned to stare at him with a questioning look.
"Tamar," he called.
"Park your things and get out of my house; we are getting divorced," he replied.
"What?" she exclaimed. "We are what, you can't do that, Tamar," she tried explaining, but he only scoffed and pulled the girl beside him by her waist, and their bodies gambled, while she just stared at them, tears already gathered in her eyes.
"As you can see, I am moving in with her; I would rather have someone responsible by my side than have a whore called my wife," he gagged while staring at her irritated. "And you will get two million dollars with the painted house, that's if you sign the divorce papers," he said and walked out with the girl, leaving her to cry uncontrollably.
She cursed Sebastian under her breath as she cried for breaking her marriage; if only she had listened to Tamar when he warned her to stay away from Sebastian, none of this would be happening.
After crying for long, she gathered her broken self and went upstairs to their room to pack her bags; she still can't believe her two years of marriage are going down all because of her foolishness. She glanced around the room, and her eyes fell on the little frame containing both herself and Tamar; it was their wedding day, she remembered it like it was yesterday. She went across the bed to pick up the frame; as she stared at it, a tear slipped from her eyes and fell on the frame.
"I hate you," she muttered to herself and took the frame.
Baila stood outside Amira's apartment, her best friend. She knocked on the door, trying to hold her tears from falling; her luggage was beside her. She knocked again after no reply.
"I am coming," she heard Amira's voice from inside, and the door opened after a few seconds. Immediately, Amira's face came into view; she burst out in tears while the confused Amira just hugged her and let her in along with her luggage without questioning her.
They sat on the chair without talking; Baila was still crying while petting her back. Amira waited patiently until she was done, and that took more than twenty minutes.
"Do you want to talk now?" she asked Baila calmly. Baila nodded her head, then locked gaze with Amira.
"Tamar wants a divorce," she broke the news immediately. Amira's eyes grew wide. "What?" she gasped.
"Yes, and we are getting divorced tonight," she sniffed. "I know what I did was stupid, but can't he just let it die?" she asked Amira, who still had the shock look on her face.
"I can't believe Tamar could be so immature, and you, I warned you that day not to go meet Sebastian when he called; I knew something was wrong, but you were too foolish to listen. Now look at you now," she scolded.
"It's not my fault; you don't expect me to ignore my best friend's call for help. If I had known he had such ill intentions, I wouldn't have gone when he called me. Instead of scolding me, I came here for comfort; I came here because I have nowhere to go, and you know that," she broke down into tears again, while Amira pulled her into a hug, patting her back.
"Shush, I am sorry, ok, I am sorry," she apologized. Baila broke the hug and faced her. "The worst part is that I am pregnant," she dropped the bomb.
"Wait! What! For whom, Tamar or Sebastian?" Amira questioned, earning a glare from Baila. "What, am just asking," she defended.
"It's Tamar; the baby is two months old," she sighed. "I don't know what to do right now, Amira, I am confused," she mumbled.
"Don't, so what are you going to do with the baby?" she asked.
"Abort it," Baila muttered, enough for Amira to hear. "You can't do that; even if you don't want it, keep it. What if you can only bear one child, and you just abort it?" Amira convinced.
"That's the problem here, Amira; I am so confused," she held her head in regret. "I wish Sebastian would rot in jail," she muttered.
"Ok, let's just forget about everything; let me get you some water," she said, and that made Baila smile.
"Ok, get me water," she teased her while laughing.
"Cut the crap; I know you love my accent," she said, standing up from the couch and walking into the kitchen.
"Of course, I do, love your accent," Baila laughed.
Baila sat in the courtroom with her lawyer. Tamar was sitting a few seats beside her with his own lawyer. His lawyer read out loud her benefit if she signed the divorce papers. She glanced at Tamar, only to find him staring at her with no emotions on his face. She sighed before taking the pen and signing the divorce papers. After they were done settling the divorce that night, Baila went to the airport; she had made her decision, and she would be leaving the country to pursue her career. Not just that, she was going to keep the baby.
She sat at the waiting section in the airport with Amira beside her.
"I will miss you," Amira said as she glanced at Baila. "We can FaceTime," Baila replied, locking gazes with her.
"Do you really have to do this? Like you can still start your career here in Australia," Amira persuaded.
"We talked about this already," she hissed. Just then her flight was announced. "Gotta go," she stood up, and they both shared a friendly hug before departing from each other. Amira watched Baila as she brought her ticket for checking; after that, she turned back, and they both waved at each other.
Amira walked outside the airport; it was night, and everywhere was dark. Still, Baila insisted on booking a flight. She watched as their plane took off, and she couldn't help but wish her friend a safe trip.