Mr Ceo's Pregnant Ex-Wife

"What have I done?" I asked myself, frozen at the sight of the man falling to the pebbled ground with a loud thud. Blood leaking from the grievous wound on his chest. 

A horrified gasp escaped my lips. 

He wasn't moving anymore nor was he showing a faint sign of life. That moment I realized that he was dead… I killed him. 

The truth sank into my head, shaking my whole system that for a moment I was rendered paralysed into my position with my mind as blank as the dark as a painter's empty canvas. 

I only did the right thing! He would have killed me first if I didn't shoot him, a part of my brain reasoned out but it didn't help ease the heavy burden in my chest. 

Guilt ate me inside until I couldn't take it anymore, tears started falling off my cheeks. I was so scared and so damn helpless that my body refused to even move.

The scream of a child coming from the nearby car woke me up from the trance I was under. 

The little boy was still trapped inside the car, he needed my help! I need to save him. 

The sudden thought of someone badly in need of my help gave me the the reason to move forward. Summoning the strength that was left in me, I forced my trembling legs to get up. 

My heart pumping wildly inside my chest as I took a step forward despite the excruciating pain all over my body I was able to take a step forward. However before I could even reach the car a large hand caught my ankles. Wrapping it tightly into an iron grip. 

A horrified scream broke from my lips as I struggled to free my feet from my captors hold but my efforts were in vain, it was impossible to escape now. 

"I will kill you…" He swore between gritted teeth and I felt a sudden chill run down my spine. 

He violently tugged at my leg and I fell to the ground with force, curling in pain from the impact of the fall. 

"Noooo!" An ear piercing scream erupted from my lips but no matter how hard I scream now it was no use. No one would come to help me. 

Before I could think of another way to escape, a hard metal smashed against my skull and lay sprawled on the ground with my head bleeding. Waiting for the doom I knew would come to me. 

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I woke up to the sound of my own piercing scream. My eyes snapped open and my bedroom came to view. It took me seconds to realized it had been all a dream… a dark, ugly nightmare. 

"Sssshhh. Stop crying. It's just a dream." Lucas said gently, and pulled me into his arms. 

I didn't know why he was on my room. Perhaps the sound of my own scream had woken him up too. 

"B-but it was a horrifying dream and it feels like it wasn't just a dream at all." I replied. Warm stream of tears starts falling down my cheeks. 

My eyes fluttered closed and the memories of the dream came rushing back to me and the same unbearable fear returned to haunt me once more. 

I was so scared and so utterly devastated that I fell into a violent sob that made my whole body tremble. 

The room was so cold and yet my clothes were drenched with my own sweat. 

"It's alright." I hear Lucas mumble against my ears. His hand gently caressed my back. "No one will hurt you, okay." I'm here." His tone was soft, and full of promise and somehow it was able to console me. 

Slowly my sobs subsided until I was able to calm myself. The warmth of his body pressed against mine was a source of comfort to my tortured soul. 

In his arms I felt safe and secure as if it was the safest place on earth. As long as I stay close to him, there will be no nightmare to haunt me nor demons to chase me. 

"You could sleep now, okay?" He whispered as he lay into the bed with me still in his arms. 

My eyelids grew heavy and I found myself drifting into the portals of dreamland. When I finally closed my eyes, there was no haunting nightmare. For the first time in years, I slept like a baby. 

The sun rays passing through the partially opened drapes and the sound of soft hurried footsteps against the floor awakened my sleeping senses. 

"Mama…" I felt the soft cushioned bed bounce before a soft hand touched my cheeks. I opened my eyes and saw Niall. 

A slow smile curved into my lips as I took his hand into my own but Niall completely ignored me and turned his head away. "Dada." He said in his soft, child tone. 

My smile faded instantly, sensing for the first time that I wasn't alone. 

With my forehead scrunched in confusion, I shifted my head to my right. There comfortably lying on my bed as if it was his own was Lucas. 

He was looking at me intently. 

Unable to meet his gaze, I turned my head away from him as the memories of last night flooded in my memory. 

"How are you feeling?" He asked. 

"Better. Thank you." I replied still unable to look at him after what happened last night. 

"Good." He said and turned his head to Niall. "Be a good boy, Niall. I wouldn't be here the whole day to watch over you." 

As if Niall perfectly understood what he meant, the child nod his head obediently. 

Lucas kissed the boy on the temples before getting out of bed. 

For unknown reasons, my heart sank. 

"You're leaving?" I asked, watching as he made his way to the adjoining door that separates his room to my own. Before he reached for the knob, he turned at me and said, "work.." Then he pulled the door and vanished out of my sight.