In Love, Never Say Never (Ashton Fuller and Scarlett Stovall) novel Chapter 493

I patted her hand and whispered, “It’s okay!”

On the other end of the call, John was taken aback momentarily. “I’ll send someone to pick her up. Don’t worry.”

I tried to keep my anger at bay, even though I felt that he had really gone overboard. “For goodness’ sake, John, this is your pregnant wife! What’s wrong with you?”

What on earth was going on in his head that made him leave his wife along the road while he sent another unknown woman home?

“Scarlett, I have no intentions of marrying her. She’s just a reproductive tool to me. You don’t have to treat her as you would a sister-in-law. Once I’ve met the woman I want to marry, I’ll introduce you to her. Besides, don’t worry, our chauffeur and maid will take good care of Hannah. I know how I should treat her too. Right now, I just want you to rest well and don’t overthink things.”

John may not have been speaking loudly, but Hannah was seated close enough to me that she could hear every word he said.

The call ended right after that, and I was left speechless.

I looked up at Hannah, whose face had drained of all color. She was clearly hurting on the inside, but she still put on a smile and reassured me that she was alright.

I could see tears welling up in her eyes as she averted my gaze and looked out the car window. Was she trying to hide her pain from me?

My heart went out to her as she reminded me of my old self.

Silence filled the entire journey as Ashton sent her back to John’s villa. As soon as we reached, a maid came out to greet us and bowled us over with her impeccable service.

After saying our goodbyes, Ashton and I drove off. He realized how quiet and teary-eyed I was and got rather concerned. “What are you thinking about?”

His voice brought me back to my senses. Then, I leaned back in my seat and turned to him. “Ashton, do you still remember the day you picked me up from the hospital four years ago?

He pursed his lips, gently tapping the steering wheel as he tried to recall. “Yes. I do remember.”

When I didn’t offer a reply, he added, “What about it?”

“I had just done my ultrasound scan that day, and the baby was six weeks old. I didn’t expect you to be waiting to pick me up. When I got in the car, I kept wondering if you’d change your mind about the divorce if you had known I was pregnant. Then again, I was so conflicted about it. If I used the baby as a means to trap you in our marriage, that would have been highly unreasonable of me.”