Chapter 8: Plan (2)
Bella tried to hold back her laughter after hearing Noora's sentence.
"Aunty Noora, since when have you had heart disease?" Bella asked. Before Noora could say anything, she continued, "Well, don't worry, you will not end up in the emergency room today, Aunty—"
Bella smiled when she saw Noora's face look more relaxed.
"I am pregnant!" Bella finally said.
"W-WHAT? P-PREGNANT!?" Noora roared, shocked to hear that. She hadn't expected to hear this good news from her. "Miss Bella, are you for real? You... you didn't try to prank me, did you?"
"Hmm, this is true, Auntie... Do you want to meet an OB-GYN with me?" Bella asked. She needed someone to see a doctor; she felt nervous about meeting the new doctor at this hospital. Because this is not the hospital, she usually visits.
"Yes, miss, of course, I want to—" Noora said excitedly. She feels so happy to accompany Bella to meet the OB-GYN doctor; however, a second later, she frowns when something crosses her mind.
Noora was confused.
Earlier, Bella said Tristan divorced her because she couldn't bear a child. But now she said she was pregnant. So, why are they still deciding to divorce?
"Miss, you are already pregnant but still divorced. Why?" Noora asked.
Bella took a deep sigh. She wanted to give Tristan a chance to continue their marriage, but the gossip she heard before completely shut down her plan. She never imagined being able to share her husband with another woman. It would be better for her to go and raise her child alone without Tristan.
"Aunty Noora, Tristan already has another woman to warm his bed," Bella said with a smile. Still, inwardly, she felt her heart hurt. "And his woman is also pregnant..."
Bella continued to tell Noora about what she heard from the nurse.
"So, divorce was the only option to solve this all. I decide not to tell him about my pregnancy. I will raise my child alone. And I hope you can help me, Aunty..." Bella sincerely said.
"I will help you, young Miss, but did you believe them right away before confirming the gossip was true?" Noora asked.
Bella didn't immediately respond. Her mind flashed back to last night. She was initially doubtful about the rumors she heard, which made her investigate further, only to confirm that Tristan and Laura had visited the hospital yesterday.
"I did check the gossip, and it was true, Aunty..." Bella maintained her smile, though inwardly, she struggled to contain the pain now gnawing at her heart.
"Y-Young Miss..." Noora said while faintly smiling back at Bella, but her heart aching for her. She feels so angry; how could Tristan do such a thing to her young Miss?
Seeing Aunty Noora's sympathetic expression comforted Bella, momentarily diverting her mind from the pain in her heart.
"It's okay, Aunty Noora. You don't have to look at me that way; I'm fine now," Bella said calmly. "What Tristan did won't weaken me. Instead, I'll grow stronger. I've already made a promise to myself to forget about him. That man won't have a place in my heart and my future—"
Bella couldn't finish her sentence as she noticed Noora rushing towards her, enveloping her in a hug. She smiled when Noora cried in her arms.
"Miss Bella, I cry not because I'm sad but because I'm thrilled you included me in your plans. Thank you very much," said Noora between her happy tears.
Noora felt immense joy because she would fulfill her promise to Bella's late grandmother to care for Bella.
"Miss Bella, I promise you, I will always look after you and your child..." Noora continued.
"Thank you, Aunty," Bella said, her eyes blurry, but she tried not to cry. She had so much to do in a short time. "Alright, you can let me go now, Aunty... I feel suffocated with your embrace."
Instantly, Noora released her embrace and stood before Bella.
Noora wiped the traces of tears on her cheeks before saying, "Miss, I will prepare breakfast. You go change your clothes," urging Bella to do so. She was excited to accompany Bella to meet the OB-GYN.
Bella nodded at her.
After changing her clothes, Bella found Noora hadn't returned yet. She took her phone and dialed Sean's number. However, Sean's cell phone remained inactive after she tried a few times.
Bella remembered that Sean had told her that if he was on a military mission, his cell phone would definitely be off or couldn't be contacted.
"Is he on duty now!?" She muttered while looking at her phone screen. After thinking for a while, she decided to send a text.
[Bella:] Thank you, Sean, for your help.
[Bella:] I tried calling you, but it seemed like you were on duty. Please call me if you have time.
After texting Sean, Bella checked for missed calls, finding only from Aunty Noora.
Bella felt relieved that her family wasn't aware of her divorce yet. She hadn't planned to tell them; she wanted to avoid their judgment. She plans to leave the country quietly.
...
With limited time, Bella contacted several people to take care of the documents she needed to live in another country.
Once she finished, the door opened, surprising Bella as she saw Aunty Noora carrying shopping bags in her hands.
"Aunty, why did you buy so much?"
"Miss, this is all healthy food..." Noora replied as she unpacked the items onto the dining table.
Bella approached, amazed at how quickly Noora had bought everything.
Without saying anything, she began eating what Noora had served.
After breakfast, Bella shared her plan to temporarily return to her old apartment.
"I never imagined we'd return there again..." Noora mentioned. For the past four years, every weekend, she cleaned Bella's old apartment, where Bella used to live before marrying Tristan.
"That place is special because I bought it with my own money."
"You're right. Even your family didn't know about that place. How many days are we staying there?"
"Until all the necessary documents are ready."
Noora fell silent before asking again, "Miss, which country are we moving to?"
"Sweden!"
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Chapter 9: Snake Queen
It was almost night when Bella arrived at her house—Tristan's house.
Actually, Bella didn't want to return to this house anymore. But she needed to take out all her belongings, and most importantly, she needed to erase all traces of her in the house.
She didn't want to leave anything for Tristan to remember her. She wanted that man to forget her because she would do the same.
...
When Bella was done parking her rental car in the front yard, she saw Noora appear from the main entrance. Only saw Noora's worried expression, enough to make Bella know something was happening inside.
Bella silently sighed deeply before exiting the car, "Aunty, why do you look so annoyed?"
"Young Miss, someone is waiting for you," Noora said with a worried tone. Bella could guess the person she is referring to.
"Snake Queen?" Bella casually said while walking toward the door. She prepared herself to face her mother-in-law for the last time before she left this house.
Noora didn't utter anything but nodded. She took Bella's bag and walked to follow her inside.
"Aunty, have you finished packing everything I told you?"
"Yes. I finished packing all your belongings and removed all your pictures in this house. But—" Noora paused while stopping her step.
Bella also stops while turning to look at Noora.
"Miss, I didn't enter young Mas... I mean Tristan's bedroom. You know, his maid always guards that room and never lets anyone except him enter, right!?" She said hushedly, afraid someone would hear what they were talking about.
Bella slightly frowned, but a second later, she smiled while tapping Noora's shoulder gently.
"Aunty, don't worry. Tristan will never keep a picture of me inside his bedroom and study room..." Her lips revealed a barely noticeable smile when she remembered how cold Tristan was toward her during their four years of marriage.
Only a few people know that they don't share the same bedroom. They have their own room. Tristan only visits her room when he wants to make love to her. Her life in this house is like a palace woman in the Eastern historical drama, as a concubine.
All this time, she was delusional to think Tristan had a feeling toward her, even just a little; that's why she was okay with this arrangement.
Noora was at a loss for words and felt sorry for her young miss. She knows how miserable Bella's life is in this house, but she can't change Bella's mind about leaving because she knows that Bella truly loves Tristan. She could only guard Bella if someone tried to hurt her physically.
Bella gave her car key to Noora, "Aunty, bring all my belongings and yours to the car. We will leave the house tonight after I settle my matter here," She smiles to reassure Noora that they will be fine.
After she saw Noora leave, her smile gradually vanished. Her lovely expression slowly turns cold, ready to face the snake queen.
Bella took a deep breath before walking confidently toward the living room.
She tried to maintain Monalisa's smile, yet in her heart, she was a little worried that Jessica Sinclair, her mother-in-law, could see what was inside her broken heart. She could not appear weak before this woman.
"Mother," Bella greeted her first.
Even though she hated Jessica, as a woman, she was impressed with how Jessica maintained her beauty and body. She still looks young even though her age is almost sixty. She always appears perfect to others, with heavy make-up and a beautiful hairdo.
Bella never saw Jessica wear casual home clothes; she always appeared in her beautiful-expensive dress from the famous branch.
"I'm sorry, Mother, I came home late. If you call me earlier, I will return faster," Bella said in her fake-apologetic expression. Still, she didn't get any response from Jessica, only a bitchy glance.
Bella didn't mind how Jessica looked at her. She calmly sat across from Jessica while maintaining her smile.
Looking at how calm Jessica is now, she hasn't started to abuse her verbally; Bella could guess Jessica still doesn't know about her divorce from Tristan. Because if this woman knew, she would have kicked her out of the house.
"Mother, why are you waiting for me here? Is there anything important you want to talk to me?" Bella asked again, remembering Noora's words that Jessica had been waiting for her since this afternoon.
Jessica's cold expression slowly changed as she smiled even though her smile didn't reach her eyes.
Bella wasn't surprised to see Jessica's cold smile; she used to witness that. She only smiles back at her while waiting for her to say something.
After a few seconds of silence, Jessica finally said, "Don't call me MOTHER." Her icy voice finally came, surprising Bella.
'Huh... She already knows!?' Bella wonders.
"Why do you still appear here? You better leave this place, Bella!" Jessica's eyes were so sharp, as if she wanted to slap Bella with her gaze.
"I'm impressed you already know about that matter..." Bella answered casually as she leaned her back on the sofa. She felt relaxed; she no longer had to pretend.
Jessica was surprised to see how calm Bella's expression was now. She thought Bella would make a scene in this house because Tristan divorced her.
What she worries the most is that Bella will go to the media and talk to them about her marriage to Tristan, but she waits all day, and nothing happens.
However, until now, Jessica still has not felt relieved, worrying Bella has a nasty plan behind their backs — humiliate the Sinclair family's reputation.
'This little slut must be satisfied with the money Tristan gave her. That's why she feels in a good mood and agrees to keep silent about her marriage with Tristan?' Jessica wonders.
After a few more seconds passed, Jessica finally spoke, "Of course I know," she paused when an evil smile slowly appeared on her lips, "—because I forced Tristan to divorce you."
Bella was stunned beyond words by what she heard.
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