The Poisoned Promise

JENNA POV

I walk out of the restroom and stop in front of my tall mirror in the small bedroom I occupy.

It has become a habit to always stand in front of the mirror and look at my shadow. That is what I have become. The shadow of myself over the past months.

I have eye bags under my eyes from lack of sleep. I am so skinny that I could see my bones. Bruises were all over my hands from working and getting cut. I look so horrible.

I swallow hard and walk to the closet to pick up a cloth to wear. No matter what, I shouldn't tell anyone what was going on with me unless I wanted to be thrown out, which can't happen, especially when I'm pregnant.

Pregnant with the man who has made my life a living nightmare. I just found out I am pregnant and no one knows about it. Would they change towards me when they find out I am carrying a child? Would they love me?

I let out a deep sigh and put on my dress. After getting dressed, I went out of the room, heading towards the kitchen to perform my duties as usual.

"Good morning, mother." I greet the older woman who ignores me. It wasn't unusual. I am used to being treated like trash in the house and even by my family.

"Make me a cup of tea. Make the usual." She orders, and I enter the kitchen. I quickly make the tea as she requested and walk back to the living room to give it to her.

Taking a sip, she spits it back into the cup and snarls at me, "You sl*t! Do you think we will ever accept you into this family if you don't know how to make common tea? You are nothing but a wh*r* who seduced my son to sleep with you so you could come into this house and gain the family's name and money. You can't even cook or act properly." She sniped, reminding me of my ugly life again as she has been doing for the last months since I stepped into the doorstep of the Martinez.

I lower my head as what she says registers deep in my mind, reminding me of the incident that got me into this situation.

She flung the tea mug at me and luckily, it missed my hand and got a crack on the wall behind me instead, but still, I didn't dare move.

I am like a maid in a house where I was supposed to be the wife of their only son. In a house, I was never accepted in. The house of Martinez is one of the most influential families in the whole of America.

Not that I ever wish or pray to be a part of the family. Like I said earlier, a situation got me into this mess. An ugly situation.

I s*ck in my breath and bend to pick up the pieces left of the broken mug. This is a huge house. A house built with a lot of assets and was famous for its structure. A family that has wealth and businesses all over the country and abroad. They should be able to afford servants, but I was being made to answer to their beck and call, cook for the whole family, do most of the chores, bring little things like water, coffee, or tea, drink and all for them as a basic traditional wife would do.

A slight mistake would cause a reminder of my ugly mistake by the family and there is no darn day I wouldn't get called a wh*r*.

I finish picking up the broken pieces and face my mother-in-law again. My lips curl up into the most fake smile I have ever made.

"I will get you another cup of tea just as you want Mother," I say to her. "I apologize for my foolishness in not getting it right."

With that said, I turn and walk back to the kitchen to make another cup of a little hot, creamy, and less sugary tea.

I enter the kitchen and wipe off the tears that have welled up in my eyes. No matter how strong I pretend to be or try to be, I always fail myself and show how weak and affected I am by their words.

I held my breath as I made the tea as quickly as I could, giving my mother-in-law her desired taste. Immediately I finish making it, I turn aside and let out a sharp breath, trying to ease my burning heart.

I had held my breath for too long. I pick up the tea and walk out, heading back to the living room. Mother glances at me from head to toe before she collects it and takes it to her mouth.

I watch as she scrunchs up her face in total cringe at the tea in her taste buds.

"What is this? Don't you know how to make tea?" I swear, I got everything right this time. Was she just trying to frustrate my life out of my body?

The door opened finally giving me a space to breathe. But, it was short-lived as a familiar scent brushed through my nostrils. A scent of oak and spices. His favorite cologne.

I remember having a good sniff of that scent when I was lost in my head and when I woke up, it lingered in my head.

He walked in but he wasn't alone. He was with a copper red-haired woman behind him. They both had their arms locked with each other.

Great, it's been three weeks since I set my eyes on him and now, he comes back home with another woman? Even though he hates me, can't he respect the fact that he is married? Well, who am I to complain? I have done the worst sin.

He finally lifts his gaze to me after exchanging pleasantries with his mother and frowns.

"You are still here?" He question, giving me a look of annoyance, which cover his handsome face. No, his devilish face. "Anyway, go get the bed ready. I've got a visitor I need to give the best treatment to." He instructs and licks his lower lips as he grins at the woman beside him.

I cringe and my stomach tightens again. Watching both of them and imagining what they plan to do brought back that feeling again.

I had the urge to throw up and this time, it came strongly. So strongly I couldn't control it. I gag out loud and I could feel their gazes boring holes in me.

Why now? It wouldn't sit well for me at all. I can't let them suspect I am pregnant. They can't find out.

I gagged again and made to run out but Mother held back my hand and turned me to face her. She draws her brows together and examines me from head to toe.

"Are you...?"

Jenna's POV 

I ignored her and rushed to the bathroom to throw up everything in me, along with my anger, guilt, and shame, but it wasn't enough to give me the desired calmness I wanted.

I splash some water on my face and walk out of the bathroom only to meet an angry Isaiah, staring daggers at me.

"How dare you leave when I was talking to you? You went to throw up? You threw up when I was talking to you?" He walks closer and holds my wrist in a not gentle manner.

I try to yank my hand free but that only causes pain to my grabbed wrist.

He continues, "Now my words irritate you? Shouldn't I be the one irritated after you seduced me and brought me to this mess? You made Maddy leave me. You made her heart broken and for that, I will never forgive you." He reminds me again.

"You are hurting me." I cry out but it only falls on deaf ears.

"Do you think I care? You have hurt me more than you could ever imagine. You destroyed my life and I am never g