Mr Ceo's Pregnant Ex-Wife

Hunger had finally taken over me. Before I went straight home, I headed straight to the nearest fast-food restaurant for a quick meal to satisfy my cravings. I couldn't wait to arrive home and eat since I had nothing to eat inside my room, and if there was anything edible, it needed some cooking which would be tedious against my growling stomach.

My baby kicked from my womb and I can't help as tenderness swelled inside me, she too was hungry and couldn't wait to eat chop suey and ice cream which is a weird combination and hell would break loose if I can't eat what I wanted so badly.  Pregnant women had weird cravings so it's no wonder why I crave those.

Yeah, my baby was a she. Instinctively, I knew that my baby was a girl, call it motherly instinct or something. I would bet all I have that she was a baby girl. It was difficult to explain in words, I just felt it. 

"Hold on baby, mommy will order our lunch. Just be patient and wait for a little while." I said as I slowly caressed the swell on my stomach which was barely visible from the loose formal long sleeve I wore.

My pregnancy was not physically obvious despite it being four months because probably I was tall and thin, and I always wore loose tops which I'm comfortable with. If Doctor Tara hadn't told me I was four months pregnant I would not even believe it. For the past four years, I was desperate to have another baby but failed consecutively. Now that it was the last thing on my mind, I received it without even trying so hard.

I pushed the door open, the bell chimed indicating a new customer had arrived. The cold air from the aircon greeted my face. I shivered from the sudden embrace of the cold temperature wishing I didn't forget to bring my blazer with me but I was in a rush before I hurriedly left, and the blazer was the last thing on my mind.

It was almost lunch hour and a lot of dine-in customers were settled on the tables that are organized in rows, unmindful of the customers and staff going to and fro as they indulge in the abundance of their savory meals.

There was a long line-up in front of the counter. The agonizing sight was making me sigh in exasperation. My legs ache and I blame that for my pregnancy.

The priority lane caught my attention, the last elderly couple was done with their orders and are now settled into their seats. The priority lane was now empty. Relief washed over my face and I immediately walked towards the counter. The accommodating staff, after eyeing my palms protectively caressing my stomach simply asked for my order. She must have recognized the maternal gesture which a pregnant woman possesses.

I sat on my seat and eagerly waited fro my order to be served. When it finally arrived, my mouth watered from the sight. I attacked the food as if it was my last meal. I couldn't eat so gracefully when I was this hungry.

The sound of low voices conversing, quick hurried steps of fast-food staff going to and from, and the sound of the large tv screen flashing a shampoo commercial was the noise that I could hear all at the same time. I did my best to ignore them as I finished my food.

I requested a glass of water and a staff was kind enough to return so quickly with a glass of water in hand. I mumbled a thank you before he left.

I was preparing to leave when the commercial ended and the show returned. I paid no attention as I slowly made my way to the aisle when suddenly I froze when I heard my ex-husband's name.

I turned away from the view, the sight of the couple standing in front of the altar was sore in the eyes.

"Will you have this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife, to live together in holy marriage?"

I did not hear my ex-husband's response. I hurriedly walked out of the place before the last of my self-control snaps, and hurled the glass at the tv screen.