The Billionaire's secret Love by Manogyna Marthi (readnow .txt) 📕

Chapter 41

Angelica

My closet was full of gorgeous clothes yet nothing fitted me. Two years of no exercise, prescription steroids, comfort eating and yoga pants meant everything about gaining weight from size zero to size 12. The kidnap which happened ten years ago shattered everything in my life. I hit my head to a sharp rock, too much of blood loss and an event which couldn't be registered by my brain cells brought me to an almost irrevocable brain hemorrhage. I broke my lower leg bone on that swift fall, and lost everything of my self esteem on that catastrophic day. If at all I did not meet with that accident things would have been different. Sighs......

Ms Ridgewood, a 60 year old lady, a doctor and most of all a woman filled with motherliness appeared in my life like a fairy and took care of everything starting from the food I eat to the clothes I wear. She is a widow who lost her husband and daughter in a plane crash five years ago. She is a lone woman and treated me like her family, a daughter and more like a gift from the Almighty in his unique way to salve and treat the old lady's wounds.

I was found senseless and almost dying and lost every bit of my self confidence. With the situation surrounding Ms Ridgewood suspected something dangerous from the place she spotted me. She kept me away from the world and began to treat my injuries from her home. Were her concluding thoughts about the outcome of my life, a blessing in disguise for me to be away from the people who attacked me or the beginning of my ill lit days for staying away from my husband - a man I loved more than my life, I did not know.

With the disaster suffered, I couldn't remember anything except my husband's name. I tried to contact him through the telephone numbers provided in the net but his secretary simply wouldn't connect me to the line. Everyone believed I was dead after the accident. The police spotted an unidentifiable dead body in the end of the forest and probably Augustus believed the sources and accepted me to be dead. Consequently all my routes to access him were erased.

I couldn't walk for almost two years because of the injury my leg underwent. I stayed paralyzed to the bed but Ms Ridgewood always stayed with me in boosting my morale. She doubtlessly became a mother to me I lost long back in my life. She was religious and pious woman who went to church every Sunday reading Bible, saying prayers for me regain my health. Apparently because of her constant prayers after almost three years I could regain my life back.

Present

"Mama, where is my uniform? Grand ma ironed it yesterday evening but I don't find it in the closet." My nine year old son, Alessandro calls me from his bathroom. "I am coming." I answer my son and place the uniform on his cot. Two months after I met with the mishap I still did not get my period. Ms Ridgewood initially suspected it was because of the anemia but when frequent nausea accompanied with vomiting hit me, I had to immediately undergo the tests prescribed by her which confirmed my pregnancy to eleven weeks.

Happiness poured in the form of tears out of my eyes when I learnt about the exciting news. I tried to contact Augustus ones again but couldn't reach him. Looking myself at the mirror tears pour out endless. I became as big and round like a pumpkin not because of the enhancing pregnancy hormones but the steroids I took to control my health. Though Ms Ridgewood was a very efficient doctor who managed my medicines optimally to the exact dosages and administered my pregnancy perfectly, I was still far beyond my required size.

As the days pass by looking at my enormous physique I slowly began to lose hope about my happy marriage and came to terms with destiny. He thought I was dead to say in blatant words. Yes! It is difficult to admit the truth but it is the harsh reality of my life. You are not the woman he fell in love with. He would never even recognize you, leave about acceptance. My inner self tried to infringe. Two and half years later I read the headlines in the daily news paper. World's top billionaire, Chairman of Sunrise group of Industries and hotels Augustus Martin tied the knot with Veronica Spark, daughter of oil tycoon Alexander Spark in a private ceremony of close family and friends after cataclysmic death of his beloved wife two and half years ago.

Tears seized to control in my eyes as I cried with the ache of years that never could be quenched. I was a stupid to sign those divorce papers in fit of desperation and anger on our day of marriage. Two years after the agreement if there is no approval sought from the court for upholding the wedding, the matrimony would automatically be annulled. Augustus believes that I am dead and there vested no wisdom in looking back and counting on his happy family with me.

Beside the depredating lines are a happy family picture of Augustus and his wife Veronica smiling to the photograph with a beautiful baby girl sleeping in his arms. My heart thumped so hard looking at the infant. A feeling of betrayal accompanied with absolute abomination proclaimed my entity like a despising spirit spreading in my blood with violent force. It was not the marriage that spoliated me but the little being resting in his arms. He couldn't wait even for six months to mourn his wife's death. With deploration holding at the pit of my stomach I descry the venomous words. He is a bonking cruiser continuous in screwing woman with no regret and shame as his girl friend conceives his baby even before his wife's death could be recorded by the world.

Why did you save me? I yell questioning the Almighty falling on my knees and look towards the sky with tears flooding my eyes. I would have been more happy to be buried six feet under than learning this degrading news about my ex husband.