Chapter 157 Who's The Father?
Chris walked in, a thousand and one thoughts roaming freely in his head. He wished he was in a bad dream and he would wake up soon, but it was reality and there was no denying it.
His feet dragged as he made his way to the living room but they suddenly came to a halt as he saw a woman seated in the living room sipping on a glass of orange juice.
Jessica looked up at her husband, he had never seemed any more tired. But it didn't really matter to her, she only cared about her goal and she could not help but feel so excited because she was so close to achieving it.
Rising to her feet, a smug smile formed on her lips. "Look what the cat finally dragged in. Thought you would never come home."
Chris was silent, staring at her with an expression she could not quite decipher. She arched a brow at him. "Why do you look so glum? Did you finally come to your senses that Cara will never take you bac--"
A hand grabbed her by the throat before she could even react to it. She had never seen Chris move so quickly before like he did.
His hand was firm, unshaken and strong. His grip was so tight she thought she was going to die.
Clawing at his hand seemed useless, her eyes bulged like they would fall out.
"Did you really think that you could deceive me and get away with it? Huh?" His glare had daggers in it and he looked like he could snap her neck in the blink of an eye.
She had never felt so afraid, her heart was about to explode and hot tears sipped down from her eyes. "Ch... Chris... Chr..." She choked on her words as she tried to speak.
"How long did you think you could hide this from me huh?" He demanded, "how long?!" He growled in anger. It almost seemed like a tear glistened in his eyes. "Why are you all hurting me like this? Huh? What is with all of these terrible habits of secrecy? Don't you ever think about the people that you are hurting?
"Of all the secrets in the world, you... You hid..." He suddenly felt weak and his grip around her neck weakened.
Jessica knew it was her only chance at survival so she shoved with all of her strength. Shoving him backwards, Chris staggered and she dropped to the ground, wheezing and coughing.
Feeling as out of breath as a marathon runner. Even more.
Her body crumbled to the ground and she felt her heart slowing like it was about to stop. Her head shot up as she rubbed her throat. Meeting the gaze of her husband, she demanded with the last piece of strength inside of her.
"What the hell was that for?" Her face was wet with tears. "Why are you like this? Cara is nothing in this world and I will prove it to you soon..."
Chris' eyes squinted, whatever could she be talking about?
He dropped to his knees and dug his hand into her hair. A scream from her caused Sarah to run into the living room, standing with wide open eyes, she froze in a spot.
"Chris please! Let me go!" Jessica cried out. "Stop being this way... Please... All of this just for carer who will never love you back..."
Sarah dashed back into the hallway like she had never been there. Thankfully, neither of them had spotted her so she decided to pretend like she was never there before.
She hated Jessica so much and she wished Chris would just kill her. Gladly, she would help in disposing the body so no one would ever find out or maybe fake a story to stay Jessica had killed herself.
Either way, she left the living room and went back into her room.
Chris glared into the eyes of the woman that was supposed to be his wife, supposed to be the mother of his son. She was a mother alright, just not to his son because he did not have a son.
His tone reduced to more of a dangerous growl as he said to her, "I know who the father of Jeremy is..."
Jessica's eyes widened and she could no longer plead for mercy. She fell silent.