Fleeing the Nightmarish Father novel Chapter 103

“My Saafia can never cheat on me or be unfaithful toward me and the same goes for me so if you excuse us, you are not getting any news from here.”

A tear rolled down my cheek, clutching his coat with my hand weakly. My lips quivered each time he stood before me as a support wall.

From Jacey’s engagement to now, all this time, he was always there for me.

“Then what is this image we are seeing? She is with your cousin brother, Helder Cannedy. Care to explain that?”

I gasped when they attempted to shatter my courage by showing a picture of me and Helder on the bed. A gasp released me, pulling Dariel desperately.

“What…? Dariel?”

His grip on my shoulder tightened to stop me from reacting. Shirking my eyes with tears, my body shivered when my one mistake degraded me before this word.

But, remaining nonchalant, Dariel declared.

“It’s fake.”

My jaw dropped, my love for him increasing when he immaculately protected me from the demeaning situation.

He smirked darkly, putting his other hand in the air, waving it to shrug it off.

“Don’t be ridiculous guys, the technology has gone too far, creating fake images like this is no big deal. Just someone degenerated waste has decided to hurt me,” He ended in a hollow chuckled.

The second he gave my shoulder an assuring pat, my courage boosted, admiration shone in my eyes for him.

Keeping a stoic expression, we turned to leave but stopped for the last time, showing a deadly hint in his intimidating orbs.

“And one more thing,”

A shiver went down my spine, wrapping my arms around his waist.

He glanced at me, accepting my wrath, allowing me to embrace him, letting everyone see my attraction for him as his eyes darkened dangerously.

“Show MY wife’s images like this again and you shall find yourself entangled in a defamation case.” He declared, pressing me harder into him as I found myself wrapped in a mellow sheet.

Curling my lips upwards, I relaxed in his arms to the point I found my mind barely functioning along with a weakness surging through my body.

“I may have become kind but only for my woman. Challenge me and I shall show you why this world once called me ‘Mr. Arrogant.’” He announced darkly, scaring everyone with his open threat.

Pulling away from me, he took my hand and was about to take me but I was only holding him as support.

When he held my arm, my steps stumbled with wheezing breaths,

“Let’s go, Saafia-”

Taken aback at my display of weakness, he held my shoulder, cupping my cheek with the other hand.

“Saafia?! What happened, love?”

“My head is spinning, Dariel,” I whispered weakly.

“It’s alright, Sweetheart, let’s go to the hospital.” He smiled, taking me to the hospital with him. Placing my head on his strong chest, a tear gleamed in the corner.

His expressions were still mysterious but rage was constant in them all this time which bewildered me.

“I will prescribe some medicines. Make sure to give her no stress and complete rest and she will be fine.” She explained further.

Narrowing my eyes apologetically, I turned to my husband who was staggered to hear the news. My mouth gaped, blinking to confirm if he heard right or not.

“What?”

“Your wife is six weeks into her pregnancy, Mr. Cannedy. Congratulations, in case you didn’t know that.” The doctor chuckled at his reaction, prescribing me some medicines but the glare he sent in my direction sent a shiver down my spine.

Averting my gaze worriedly, I looked down, twirling my finger around my dress anxiously when he kept a stoic expression, probably displeased with me.

“I was going to tell you…” I trailed off, tugging on his sleeves to stop him, making an innocent face.

He narrowed his eyes, “I will see you on Sunday.”

“Even now?” I whined, holding his arm hopelessly.

“I told you I got some work.” He sighed, removing his hand from me.

“Are you not happy, Dariel?” I whined, shaking my head in denial.

“Go,” He whispered dominantly, trying not to create a scene but it hurt me when he showed no reaction.

“What is more important?”

“I said go. I will handle the media and everything else, go from the back side. I will talk to you later.” He ordered and walked away, leaving me and Sarah alone in the corridor, pricking my chest with a needle at his coldness.

With a tear rolling down my cheek, I thought sorrowfully, ‘Why are you doing to me, Dariel?’