C6 Who's she?

Alice

I sat on the bed, my mind racing with thoughts. Why was Xavier so mad? Did I do something wrong? I kept replaying our conversation in my head. I told those men I was pregnant... Was that wrong? Perhaps Xavier didn't want anyone to know that I was carrying his baby. All men are totally the same, isn't it? I should have really known better, especially since I was a divorcee. Trusting men was supposed to be the last thing I should think of.

My thoughts swirled, making me feel restless. I needed to talk to Xavier, to clear the air. I decided to call him, my heart racing with do. I brought out my phone and hesitated for a moment. What if he yelled at me? What if he replied in his typical arrogant and cold manner?

I took a deep breath, bracing myself for the worst. I pressed the call button and closed my eyes tightly, waiting for him to answer.

Xavier finally answered the call, and after a brief silence, I said, "Hello," my voice gentle and subdued.

"I can hear you, Alice. Just get straight to the point. I'm busy," he replied.

"I just want to apologize," I began, but he interrupted me sharply.

"For what?" he asked.

"For telling those men I was pregnant."

"Can we talk later?" he said, his tone curt. "Like I said before, I'm busy."

I felt a pang of disappointment. "Okay, no problem. See you later then."

As I was about to end the call, my stomach growled loudly, reminding me that I hadn't eaten since morning. Goodness, this was embarrassing! I could only hope that he hadn't heard me, but…

Xavier quickly asked, "Hold on, are you hungry?"

"Hmm, no, I mean yes... I guess so," I stuttered.

"Alright then," he simply said, and ended the call.

I snarled, feeling a bit frustrated. "Why did he ask if I was hungry if he was just going to respond plainly and end the call like that? He didn't even ask if I wanted to eat or if he could bring me something."

What a husband I married! I know our marriage was just on paper and all, but couldn't he at least pretend to be considerate?

"So annoying," I seethed, and my stomach rumbled, vibrating excessively like I hadn't even eaten in weeks.

As I lay down on the bed, my stomach rumbled again, protesting its emptiness.

I laughed, rubbing my belly. "My baby must be hungry too," I said to myself.

While still lying down, I couldn't help but admire the beautiful ceiling above me. The intricate design and elegant chandelier were mesmerizing. I still couldn't believe that this magnificent room belonged to me, Alice Brown.

Just as I was getting comfortable, I heard a knock on the door. I stood up, wondering who it could be. Was it a member of Xavier's family or one of the workers I saw in the garden earlier? It couldn't be Xavier because the last time I remembered, he said he was busy with office work and whatnot.

I walked up to the door, trying to peek through the peephole, "Who is that?" I asked.

A soft, polite voice replied, "It's us, madam. The cooks. We've brought you some food."

I opened the door to find a tray of steaming hot food. My eyes widened in surprise. "Wow, but I never ordered all of this?"

"Master Xavier called us and told us that his wife was hungry," the eldest cook, who seemed to be the head chef, replied with a smile on her face. "He instructed us to prepare food for you and bring it to you immediately."

I felt a mix of emotions: surprise, gratitude, and a hint of warmth towards Xavier. He had been thoughtful and considerate, even if he hadn't shown it earlier.

"Wow," I said again, smiling.

The food was mouthwatering, with a delicious aroma that filled the air. After arranging the food on the side table, the cooks left, bowing their heads to me. I had to bow down as well, because I was clearly not used to this lavish lifestyle.

As I sat down at the table, I felt overwhelmed by the spread before me. I wondered where to start, but my eyes landed on the filled glass of red wine.

I picked it up and took a sip. The rich wine didn't disappoint; it had a really nice taste, refreshing my palate. "Ugh, this is so good," I thought, savoring the flavor.

I started eating and drinking, enjoying the meal immensely. The wine was exquisite, and I couldn't help but think that it was even better than the expensive wine my ex-husband, Ethan, and I had served at our wedding.

As I ate, I felt my hunger dissipate, and eventually, I had to stop, feeling satisfied. I covered the remaining food and headed to bed.

I fell asleep quickly, but my rest was short-lived. I was jolted awake by a voice saying, "Hey, who are you?"

I opened my eyes, disoriented, and sat up in bed, only to see a figure before me.

"Who are you?" I demanded, trying to see the speaker in the blur. "And what are you doing here?"

"I should be the one asking you that," the person said, her feminine voice resounding.

As the figure came into view, I saw that she was a young, beautiful, and tall lady. But before I could process anything, she grabbed my hair and pulled me off the bed.

"Let go of me!" I cried out in pain.

The lady continued to pull my hair, screaming at me. "Are you some thief? What the hell are you doing here?"

I felt a surge of pain and fear as she pulled my hair even harder with no remorse. Just as I thought things couldn't get worse, I heard Xavier's voice.

"Wendy!" he shouted.

The lady and I turned, and I saw Xavier walking towards us, a look of fury on his face.

"Wendy, what are you doing here?" he demanded his brows furrowed.

But before he could get an answer, Wendy pushed me back onto the bed, held Xavier's arm, and said, "He's my fiancé. What are you doing in our room?!"

My eyes widened in shock, and I felt like I'd been punched in the gut. Fiancé?