It was then clear to me in the bedroom that Mr. Williams didn't for a day love me. Looked at Kingston, my son, who was as fast asleep. I raised a knife to smite him as I was so angry to avenge his father's wicked act on me.
"How will I do such to the one I have given birth to? I love my son; it is better I do that to me, Williams, than hurting my son." I said within me with the up to smut kingstin. When tears kept dropping from my eye, suddenly, Kingston woke up, with his eye opened, crying; he was hungry.
"My son." I said to him with motherly compassion as I called on Clara to get him food.
"What is this doing beside the bed, Mrs. Norah.?" Clara asked me after seeing the sharp knife beside the bed.
"This.?" I asked her.
"Yes, the knife; hope is not what I am thinking.?" She added.
"What are you thinking, Clara.?" I asked him.
"Don't dare commit suicide." Clara warned me.
"No, I wanted you to get me some oranges from the fridge before Kingston woke up feeling hungry." I lied. Clara believed me and went getting some oranges; Kingston on the other side has been fed already.
Later toward the night, Kingston began to run high temperature; his whole body hit that he kept crying, almost given up.
"Sweetheart, please help." I called on my husband, who was preparing for his flight that night with Norah to Canada.
"Whatever it is, settle it. I have a business to attend; I won't like to miss this flight." He said and picked up his briefcase going down the sitting room. Mr. Williams called on Evelyn to know if she was at the airport while I was in the room, panicking and struggling to revive Kingston's life. Suddenly, Clara came him, and we quickly dialed the ambulance driver number from Alexander Hospital that rushed Kingston to the hospital.
Though I observed Kingston not breathing and with his body getting cold.
Doctor Alexander, after struggling to save my son's life, came out with a sad look.
"What is it, doctor? Can you please speak to me.?" I was so curious to hear the news.
Doctor Alexander breathed down; with the telescope on his hand, he shocked his head and said, "Sorry we lost him."
I couldn't hold myself that moment, out to swim in pain and a pool of tears. I don't believe that I have lost my son as a result of his careless attitude. Althogh I was pregnant for William, the sex I had with him after seducing him to bed; he knew about it yet didn't show concern the second time.
On my arrival home after Kingston burial with doctor Alexander silent about the situation, I have been warned by my husband not to bring up anything about me before in at any of his gatherings with him.
I tried passing the sitting room to my bedroom when my eye went straight to the television.
" What.?" I was shocked, the worst of my life, seeing my husband's wedding with Evelyn. This time it was so deep on me that I have to seek a divorce. I quickly called on the family lawyer, requesting a divorce. I don't mind leaving William's house, Ben, though I am pregnant.
"I told you this earlier, but you couldn't listen to me. Now he has taken you by surprise." Clara is reminding me.
"You don't need to blame me for whatever I do; I do it for love, but it is now clear to me that Williams doesn't have feelings for me; he has secretly gone on with Evelyn, whom he cherished more than I." I lamented to Clara. A few hours later, the divorce papers were ready and brought to me. I got my belongings packed, waiting for the day my husband would return.
I know that will take him some days since he would like to have a honeymoon with Evelyn.
"We need to wait; I can't leave his house like this; he has to sign the divorce paper." I said to Clara.
The more I waited, the more I felt pain, losing my precious son and carrying the seed of someone who hates me and everything in me. I then left with the divorce paper on bed, hoping Mr. Williams would see it, and sighed.
"We have to leave." I said to Clara,.
"I will go with you wherever you go." She said to me. I and Clara boarded a vehicle that drove me to my father's house; there I started managing the poultry alongside the workers.
Williams returned two days and learned about my absence; he didn't mind; not even the death of his son would move him; rather, he picked up the divorce papers, folded them, and put them inside the withdrawal beside the bed. "The bitch has finally left my house. We have all days to spend as new couples." He said to evenly, romantically.
"That's been my outmost prayer that she leaves; I don't want to share my man with anyone, not even with Norah." Evelyn, with a romantic look, said.
"But where is the maid.?" She asked Williams.
"I think Clara left with her," Williams answered.
"That served her better." They both echo and had more intimacy, where William fucked her all through the night.