Chapter 4

Zendaya's POV

My head felt like it would split into two with the migraine that I woke up to. I tried to reach for my phone by the bed stand but instead, I made contact with both. Sitting up, I almost fell out of the bed because of the urgency at which I moved.

Looking around the room, my eyes widened in horror when I realized I wasn’t in my room. The interior definitely is nothing compared to where I sleep in since I had been married to Asher. I held onto the sheet tightly, peeping underneath it, and then I almost screamed in horror at the sight that greeted me.

I am naked! I mean butt naked!

I can't believe I just slept with my distasteful husband, how in the world did I get so carried away. Taking a deep breath, I stood up, wrapping the bedsheet around me. Since the universe doesn't really have a keen interest in me, I wasn’t surprised when Asher caught me trying to sneak out of his bedroom with his sheets wrapped around me, and to make me feel more on the spot, when he walked out of the walk-in closet, he was fully dressed.

My tongues were tied as I stared at him with my eyes darting around the room. I felt the need for an escape badly. The thought of me hanging onto him as he thrusted into me the whole night made me feel pure disgust. I feel so disappointed in myself.

Asher had a stony look on his face, "Don't try to think twice on whatever happened yesterday. It was just the spur of the moment. I was drunk. We were both drunk and that was it. Forget this ever happened."

I tried to wrap my head around all that he was saying, "what?" I blurted.

The way he acted, it seem like talking to me was one of the hardest task for him. "I would have never slept with you in my right state of mind. Whatever happened last night was due to the alcohol. It was a mistake. So, don’t try to get ahead of yourself.``

And with that, he stormed off, leaving me extremely mortified and wrapped in a bedsheet, staring after him like a fool. It shocked me that he came off at me in such a harsh manner. At the same time, it didn't surprise me, as expected, he is the Asher Smith after all.

Wrapping the bedsheet well around me, I got out of his bedroom. Looking through the hallway the moment I noticed no one was nearby, I raced down to my room and almost tripped on the large sheet.

The tears sting the back of my eyes as I tried my best to keep it from falling. I wish I had someone to talk to as regards my predicament. But then, the only person that I had trusted as a friend and considered my best friend has had me fooled for years.

The sound of my phone ringing jolted me from my thoughts and I almost had an heart attack. I wasn't expecting such noise, I had been too engrossed in my thoughts. The caller turned out to be Blair.

It would be nice If I could just ignore, but a part of me craved for the fact that she might be sorry for the misunderstanding and might have a perfect explanation to it.

Inhaling deeply, I picked the call. "Hello." I muttered into the receiver.

Blair let out a cynical laugh, "I thought you would never pick up. I have been trying to reach you all morning. What happened? Have you been crying yourself to death?"

I felt like part of my soul left my body, because I wasn't expecting her to sound so unremorseful. After hurting my feelings so bad. My hurt morphed into anger, but I stayed quiet still.

"You know I have always envied you and wanted everything that you had. Which includes Alexander. And it just makes me so happy that the kind of life you are living now, is a really pathetic one. Who gets married to a president and still ends up being unhappy and extremely miserable? Only someone like you, Zendaya." She giggled as she spoke and I felt extremely sick to my stomach.

Hot tears rolled down my cheeks at the thought of Blair having so much fun ridiculing me. This was someone that I have been friends with half of my entire life.

"I am sure you got our invitation letter yesterday. Why then didn't you call to congratulate us?" Blair laughed loudly. It sounded like howls to my ears. "I had hoped that you’d call. I had prepared to invite you out for a little celebratory dinner. Infact, I had prepared something special for you because of that. It's a pity your life is so miserable....."

I didn't let her finish before hanging up; I have heard just about enough. Whatever did I do to the universe to make it despise me so much. It's almost as if I am unlucky in every single aspect of my life. Unlucky is the exact word to use.

The flood of tears flowed endlessly and I had no stamina to stop it. There is no way I would be able to get over this humiliation so easily. The more I tried to forget about it, the more there is a reminder of how horrible my life is.

Leaning further into the bed, I let the tears fall freely.

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One month later

As I stumbled towards the dining room and caught a glimpse of Asher, I made a move back to my room. The last thing I want at the moment is to see him. Ever since that fated drunken night that led to us having sex. I have ensured to not set my eyes on him for the past four weeks.

Thankfully his schedule hadn’t require me to accompany him anywhere, unless he was declining those invitations to avoid having a reason to be in close proximity with me.

If he had done the latter, then I would be really grateful, cause I definitely didn’t want to spend any moment in his presence.

Since we both hated each other, none of us have missed each other's presence. Everytime I hear or read about his escapades, my skin crawls as the thoughts of him touching and filling me up keeps rushing back..

I hate myself for getting drunk that night; I hate him more for also getting drunk and indulging in my silliness. That was the moment he should have shown just how much I disgust him by turning down my dumb advances and ignoring my sorry self. In a drunken state, the hateness should be as solid as when one isn't drunk.

Dragging myself back upstairs, I sat on the couch trying to stretch out my tired body. I can't pinpoint a reason as to why I am feeling this way.

Standing up groggily, I headed to the bathroom. There, I checked myself in the mirror. There were bags under my eyes and I look a bit different, tired also.

For two weeks now, my mornings have taken a different dive.

I either wake up too tired, or feeling nauseated. This has been going on for two weeks now, not leaving out the fatigue, gloominess, lack of appetite and heaviness I was feeling.

I’m probably getting down with a fever, I thought to myself. Stepping out of the bathroom, my eyes went straight to the calendar on the bedside stool. And then it occured to me that I haven't exactly had my period for the month.

I’ve had this same thought a week ago, when I had literally spent that entire week vomiting my entire insides out. But, I had tried my very best to not think of the obvious, instead, I reminded myself that my hormones were changing and I was currently emotionally stressed out, which could be a reason why my period was a week late.

Today made it two weeks since I had missed my period, and even if I still wanted to pretend like this was normal, and like these symptoms I’ve been getting were not loud enough, I knew I couldn’t pretend any longer.

Checking my face in the vanity mirror yet again, the paleness was obvious and my eyes were sunken, and I’ve also lost some weight cause I was barely eating since I couldn’t keep anything down. What In the world is going on with my body?

I ran back to the room, grabbing my phone and car keys. Despite the sluggishness trying to conquer my body, I managed to get into a pair of jeans, a sweatshirt and a face cap.

It would be necessary to disguise myself, because should the media catch a wind of what I was about to do, it was going to be all over the Internet instantly. Driving out of the house, after almost ten minutes of being on the road, I eventually found a small, less crowded pharmacy.

Pulling the hood over my face cap, I dipped my hand in my pocket and went to the counter. "Can I get a pregnancy test kit, please? 5 pieces, different brands." I said, speaking quietly while my gaze darted around.

The last thing I want is for my identity to be revealed right now, and for the media to get a hold of me in the pharmacy with a pregnancy test kit when it's not certain what my condition is. The attendant was quite fast, and paid less attention to my face.

The drive home must have broken the traffic rules, but I couldn't care less right now. I almost jumped over the stairs to get to the bathroom.

Peeing hurriedly in a gel container that I found, I dipped the strips in it for about ten seconds. Removing it with my heart in my mouth, I placed it on the washing basin. Patiently waiting for the end result.

I have never been so anxious in my life, standing up I tried to pace the room. I had checked google and it said the result would be disclosed in a minute. The minute seem more like an hour. When I eventually had the courage to peep through the test kits.

Two lines showed on every single one of the strips, which means positive and my heart instantly stopped beating.

I am pregnant!