ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴡᴏᴍᴀɴ

Running Away

Sofia paced back and forth in her room, her heart racing as she tried to work up the courage to tell Xavier that she's pregnant. She looked around, taking in the familiar surroundings of the apartment they shared. It had been her home, and she couldn't believe how much her life had changed since she moved in.

She took a deep breath and looked down at her belly, which was still flat, thankfully.

Xavier had expressed to her about him not having kids. He liked his child free life, and she couldn't help but feel wracked with anxiety. 

She knew she had to tell him, but she also needed to figure out what she wanted to do next. Sofia couldn't stay in her apartment with Xavier while he sorted out his divorce, not when she was carrying his child and not with Jenna blackmailing her.

"Sofia, what's wrong?" he asked, walking towards her wiping his wet hair.

"I need to talk to you," she said, her voice trembling slightly. "It's important."

Xavier: "Spit it out, Gracia."

She was about to say something but then her phone buzzed.

I'm coming for you.

Her heart skipped a beat at the sight of the text message from Jenna.

Xavier: "What's going on, Sofia?"

Sofia: "Nothing. Have a great day at work."

Xavier: "You're not coming?" She asked

Sofia: "I quit, remember?"

Xavier: "And I specifically remember telling you no."

Sofia: "Ok. I'll be there. But late."

Xavier: "So nothing new then."

Sofia: "Shut up. You should get Going, though."

Xavier: "Mhmm. I have to move my stuff out of the house."

Sofia: "She kicked you out?"

Xavier: "I wish."

♡

Xavier sat in the back of his sleek black limousine, staring out the tinted windows as the vehicle made its way towards his mansion.

As the limousine pulled into the driveway of the mansion, Xavier could see his moving staff waiting for him. They were a team of burly men dressed in matching uniforms, ready to pack up all of Xavier's belongings and transport them to his new home. Xavier stepped out of the limousine and made his way over to the movers.

"Alright, guys," he said, addressing the team. "Let's get started. Take everything that's mine and load it up onto the trucks."

The movers nodded in agreement and began to make their way towards the mansion. But as they approached the front door, Jenna appeared, standing in their way.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" she demanded, her voice shaky with anger.

Xavier groaned, knowing that this was exactly the kind of confrontation he had been hoping to avoid. "Jenna," he said, trying to keep his voice calm. "I just want to get my things and move on with my life."

Jenna's eyes flashed with fury. "Your things?" she spat. "You mean our things. We built this life together, Xavier. You can't just come in here and take everything for yourself."

Xavier shook his head in frustration.  "Look, Jenna," he said, his voice firm. "We signed a prenup. Everything that's mine is legally mine. And everything that's yours is legally yours. It's that simple."

Jenna's face twisted into a scowl. "I don't care about your stupid prenup," she snapped. "I'm not going to let you take everything that we built together. You're not going anywhere until we figure this out."

Xavier could feel his patience wearing thin. He had been dealing with Jenna's outbursts for far too long, and he was ready to put an end to it. "Look," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "I don't want to fight with you, Jenna. But I will not let you hold me hostage here. Now, move out of the way, or I'll make you move."

Jenna's eyes widened in fear as Xavier stepped forward. She knew that he was serious and that he wouldn't hesitate to use force if necessary. With a defeated sigh, she stepped aside, allowing the movers to enter the mansion.

Xavier watched as his staff began to pack up his belongings, feeling a sense of relief wash over him. He was finally free from Jenna's hold, and he could move on with his life. But as he made his way towards the limousine, he couldn't help but wonder what other obstacles lay ahead. He knew that the road ahead would be difficult, but he was determined to face it head-on, no matter what.

~

Sofia moved quickly around her small apartment, her heart racing with fear and anger. She packed her suitcase and tried to keep her emotions under control. She didn't want to break down and cry, not when she was so close to leaving. She folded her clothes neatly and tucked them into her bag, along with her toiletries and other essentials. She then placed the car keys on the dresser and left  a note for Xavier.

When she was done, she took a deep breath and checked her phone. There were several missed calls and messages from Xavier, but she didn't want to talk to him right now. She loved Xavier, and it killed her to leave like this. There was a life growing inside her, and she had to protect it from Jenna.

Sofia grabbed her suitcase and made her way to the door. She paused for a moment, looking around her apartment. She had grown to love this place, with its cozy living room and small balcony.

With a heavy heart, Sofia left the apartment and hailed a taxi. She gave the driver the address of the airport and sat back, trying to calm her nerves. She didn't know what the future held, but she knew that she couldn't stay here, not right now.

As the taxi pulled away from the curb, Sofia took one last look at the building that had been her home for the past year. She felt a pang of regret but also a sense of relief.