1 - Betrayal

Abigail's POV.

After parking my car, I went outside and held the pregnancy test in my hand tightly to show my husband. I returned from my business trip to inform him of the good news I had received in Paris. Also, today is our wedding anniversary.

"I am home!" I declared.

"Ma'am, Abigail!" Sarah, our maid, welcomed me with joy. She took my bags while smiling at me. She is the maid who is friendly to me, and she never gossips behind my back.

"I got you a souvenir from my trip, so please take the blue bag inside."

"That is too much, Ma'am. I cannot take it."

I chuckled and said, "No, take it. Please do not be shy because I purchased it specifically for you."

"Do I even have a choice?" She giggles. Sarah is young, and she was forced to work for us to cover her college tuition and her mother's medical expenses.

"By the way, where is Gerald?" I inquired, and her smile vanished instantly. "Is anything wrong, Sarah?"

"Uh, no. He is upstairs, Ma'am."

"Great! I have fantastic news for him and can not wait to tell him!" I exclaimed excitedly.

I rushed upstairs, excited, and did not wait for Sarah to respond. I do not have time to see my father because I want to tell my husband about the news I discovered. I paused in front of our bedroom door and turned the doorknob with great enthusiasm.

"Honey, I am home!" I come to a halt when I see the clothes scattered on the floor. My eyes began to move, eventually landing on the bed, where I discovered my stepsister and my husband. "What is happening here?" I muttered.

"You slut!" I took large steps towards them and immediately pulled Hilary's hair with all my strength. "How could you!"

"Let me go! Gerald, help me!" Hilary was attempting to flee from my grasp.

"How dare you sleep with my husband?" I yelled in her face and rode on top of her, repeatedly slapping her. "You are a whore!" I kept hitting her.

"Abigail, release her!" Gerald tried to get me off of her, but I stayed on top of her. "Abigail, you need to stop!"

"How dare you!"

"Hilary!" Someone pushed me away from her, and when I looked up, I recognized Hilary's mother, Auntie Priscilla. "How could you hurt my daughter?!"

"How can she sleep with my husband?!" I responded with rage.

She crossed her arms and responded, "If you were not so preoccupied with work, you would understand why. Furthermore, your husband is also interested in this!"

"Gerald would not do that! Never!" I exclaimed.

"How certain can you be, Abigail? How confident are you that he will not look at other girls? How sure were you?" That question prompted me to think. I stood up and looked at him, but he averted his gaze as if my father's second wife were correct.

"They are mistaken, right? They are telling lies in order to destroy our marriage. Am I correct? This was a mistake. Hilary did something, and you did not want to sleep with her because you were too drunk, correct? Respond to me, babe. Answer me!"

"They are not lying." His response caused me to take a step back and nearly pass out from shock, especially since I was not expecting it. I was not expecting my husband to confirm it. "What?" I laughed while trying to hold back my tears.

"Abigail, we were in a relationship before you left. I know what you are thinking, but I adore Hilary, and it was your fault that I fell in love with her.

I scoffed and laughed sarcastically. "Me? After I was betrayed on our wedding anniversary. After finding you two lying in my bed, I felt foolish for trusting you. Am I still to blame? Seriously?" I felt like my heart had been stabbed numerous times as a result of the unbearable pain I was experiencing inside. Even my knees are trembling as a result of what I discovered upon returning from my business trip.

"Dad will know about this, Gerald. You will pay for this!" I dashed outside to tell my father about this, but before I could reach the stairs, someone grabbed my hair and slapped me.

"Where do you think you are going, Abby?" It was my father's second husband, Auntie Priscilla.

"I will tell my father, and you and your daughter will be out of here!"

"I do not believe it is going to happen."

"Get outta my way!" I pushed her out of the way and was about to leave when she pulled my hair again to stop me.

"You are not going to ruin what I have worked hard for! I will not let you!" She exclaimed loudly. "Let me go! Let me go!" I said, attempting to escape her grip, but she was strong. That is why I started pulling her hair, too.

"Hey, take your hands off of my mother!" Hilary joined us, and I am quite pleased to remind them of who I am in this household. "I said let go of my mother!" Hilary pushed me down the stairs in one swift movement, and I began rolling until I reached the ground floor.

"Abigail!" Gerald screamed from the top of the stairs, and I saw Hilary rush back to the bedroom, while Aunt Priscilla rushed down.

She was looking at me, but I could see a smirk on her face—a smirk of accomplishment. I began to feel something coming out of me, and when Aunt Priscilla's eyes widened, I knew I was bleeding.

"You are p-pregnant?" She mumbled.

"Please s-save my baby..."

"I already warned you, Abigail. If you listened to what I said, you would not have to face these consequences.

"Please..."

"Abigail! What happened to you?!" I heard my father's voice, and he sat next to me, holding my head. "Get the car ready!"

"What happened with her, Priscilla?"

Aunt Priscilla's gaze remained fixed on me as she responded, "She fell down the stairs, dear. She did not see it."

I wanted to tell him she was lying, but I felt so helpless knowing my child was in danger and my husband was having an affair with Hilary. My head hurt, but my heart shattered even more.

"Dad, help me..." After saying those final words to my father, everything went dark.