My Evil Husband by Sweet Mia novel Chapter 14

Anna POV

I reached home and got out of the car and walked inside the house.

I am very happy today because after so many years I got the light in my dark life.

Someone will be here to love me and I will love them unconditionally.

It was almost evening so after washing my hands, I prepared dinner.

After preparing it, I sat on the sofa and waited for him.

I was also thinking that how I will tell him.

Will his reaction be happy. Many reactions are roaming inside my head.

I touched my stomach and promised my babies that I will not let anything happen to them.

I will protect them even if I have to sacrifice myself.

If I think clearly then I am very young to have a baby.

I don't even know what to do in this pregnancy.

No one ever told me. I have to ask for help.

Maybe if I call mom, she will be happy to know that she is going to become a grandmother. Right.

But she told me she doesn't want to see my face ever again.

And she hates me so much that she even cursed me.

That thought made me sad. Now that I got to know that I am pregnant.

I can't even think like that for my babies.

I just pray for God that please God my babies fate won't be like me.

I just want God to give them all the happiness even if he has to take mine.

If babies would be happy then I can finally die in peace.

But the biggest challenge here is to tell him about my pregnancy.

I wake up from my dream world when I heard the sound of the gate opening.

There he was in an angry mood. God, please help me.

I walked toward him and pecked his lips and said "Welcome Back husband"

He kissed me for a few seconds then left me.

He went upstairs to his room and I followed him.

He sat on the bed and I removed his shoes and tie.

He pulled me toward him and put his face in my neck and take a deep breath.

It's making me feel uncomfortable as he was breathing on my neck.

But I didn't do anything except standing there.

Then left me and walked into the shower without saying anything.

I sighed in relief and went downstairs to bring his dinner from the kitchen to the dining room.

He came wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt. His hair was wet.

Now he is looking calm. He sat on his chair and I served him his food.

When he finished he passed me his plate and I ate whatever was left in it. Which was almost nothing?

My stomach grumbled and I patted it slowly. He went to his room.

My babies are hungry and I can't even feed them.

I don't deserve it. My babies don't deserve it.

What kind of mother I will be if I can't even feed my child.

When I finished it, I walked into the kitchen to wash it.

After cleaning the dishes, I went upstairs to my room.