I went straight to my chamber just to cool my head and also process the new information. It just wasn't making any sense in my head. I didn't see this happening ever in my eight years of marriage to Ezekiel.
I guess my being pregnant for him wasn't enough. This was my third time of trying to have a child for him after two previous miscarriages. And now that it's looking like a success, this was what I got from him.
My train of thought was interrupted when the door to my chamber was pushed open.
I looked up to see Ezekiel walk into the room looking really exhausted. The whole excuse would be that he had a lot of duties to tend to but with what I found out today, I don't think I can trust him anymore.
"Hey. How's our baby doing?" He asked as soon as he approached the bed which I was lying on.
Before today, I would happily answer him with a huge smile on my face while I pondered on the type of loving husband I had. But now, I wasn't sure anymore. I don't even know who he is and what else he must have done before today.
Reluctantly, I responded, "Fine."
I don't think he noticed my cold response to him because he didn't react to it. Surprised me to the core because I would have expected him to question my ill attitude toward him.
He got himself busy by taking off his top while I saw how jacked he was. It was an usual sight but I didn't find it appealing this time around.
"Where have you been all day?" I asked. It was a question I would never ask him before today but I needed to know something.
Ezekiel suddenly turned around to face me with his brows raised. I could tell that he was confused about my question.
"Out of the pack," he responded without hiding his skepticism. "I'll be in the bathroom."
He still had the confusion plastered on his face when he decided to step out of the room.
From where I sat, I noticed that he had dropped his phone on the cabinet and that actually intrigued me. I knew I could find any information I wanted from it but then I was never one to go through his phone.
I was presently fighting a battle to take his device or not that I had to get down from the bed before I completely lost my mind. It was a lot of distress for me... A battle I didn't know I had to fight.
Eventually, I gave into the urge to take his phone and thus picked it up from the cabinet. I knew I had limited time to go through it because he would be back from the bathroom soon.