Page 44 of Forced By the Bratva

However, my smile slowly disappeared. I was a fool. How the fuck did I not notice Jenna’s condition? I was in the same mansion, and my wife was going through all this with my unborn child in her womb, and I hadn’t even noticed.

I sighed deeply. I was such a bad father. The child hadn’t even been born yet, and I was already a bad father.

I stood and began to pace the room, tapping my mouth with my finger. I was even more stressed now; I didn’t care so much about Jenna—I was more concerned about my unborn child. I wanted a healthy child, and that couldn’t happen if Jenna had a miscarriage.

While I paced the room, I felt strands of sweat dripping down my forehead. They had been there before the old lady left, but I hadn’t noticed them, or I just didn’t pay attention.

I wondered what Jenna was so sad about that gave her sleepless nights. Was it about the baby? Or because she’d been caught, and she would not be able to see her secret lover anymore?

I folded my fist and clenched my jaw. My blood began to pump faster. I wondered what kind of connection she had with that guy. I couldn’t stop asking myself why she’d to choose him to cheat with.

I wondered if he was the one she talked to on the phone and giggled. Was it a lie that she was talking to her friend Violet? Had it been this guy all along?

I decided to read her messages. I knew they would make me even more angry, but I still decided to do so. I could find answers to the questions that lingered in my heart.

However, I knew that once I confirmed this fact, it would hurt me even more and increase the hatred I had for Jenna. Even so, I decided it was worth the risk. If I could not kill Jenna after she gave birth, I would make life a living hell for her.

She’d regret that I didn’t kill her. I would send her to a Bratva prison cell. I would tell her child that his mother was dead since I wouldn’t want her in my life after her baby was born.

I hissed as I walked back to my table. I pulled out the drawer where I’d stashed Jenna’s phone and grabbed it. I held the phone and stared at it until my vision blurred out. My heart beat even faster, and my fingers trembled.

I shut my eyes tightly and shook my head. It was better to know the truth than to be in the dark.

I unlocked the phone and began to scroll through her messages.

There were bundles of messages from her female friends. I ignored them as I scrolled through. I could not locate the number easily. I knew I would search the whole day if I kept scrolling, so I typed and searched Leo’s name.

I found it.

“Here is the bastard!” I cursed as I tapped on Leo’s message.

I wished I’d punched him harder back there.

I gulped and took a step backward as I opened the message. My blood was pumping madly. I noticed the last message Jenna sent to him. I fixed my eyes on it. It caught my attention first, so I decided to focus on it.

I don’t want to talk to you or see you leave me alone.

My eyes widened as I read the message. I could not believe it. Had I accused Jenna wrongly? Had she been innocent all along?

I shook my head. I needed to know the truth. My fingers were now shaking even more. I paused for a while and inhaled deeply. I wanted to calm down before I continued reading.

I was really a bad person.

“This can’t be true... Right?” I shifted to another position.

I could not read the messages standing in one place.

I scrolled through the messages. I realized that Leo had been texting her long before then, begging for her attention, but she hadn’t replied to any of the messages. I wiped the sweat from my forehead with the back of my palm. I lifted my head. The AC was on full blast, and the room was cool.

I walked to my table and sat there. I knew this would take longer, and standing would not do.

I noticed from the messages he sent that she’d blocked his old number. I decided to search for Leo’s number. I found it in her archive. She’d truly blocked Leo’s real number. There were also a good number of messages from Leo that Jenna had ignored. She’d even blocked several other numbers he’d texted from after we got married. I noticed that from the date written there.

“I didn’t even try to learn the truth before acting foolishly.” I cursed myself for making a huge mistake.

I dropped the phone on the table and dug my hands into my hair. I shoved my hair backward and sighed, devastated. I wondered what Jenna thought of me now. What if I’d killed her before realizing the truth? I would not just have ended the life of an innocent child, but that of his innocent mother, too.

I gulped again.

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