The sun rays seeped through the window directly onto my face.
I opened my eyes to adjust to the light and immediately felt nauseous.
I got up as quickly as I could and made it to the bathroom just in time to empty what little or nothing I had in my stomach.
"Babe, you're misbehaving in Mama’s belly, and this was just the beginning."
My nanny entered my room after knocking a couple of times, carrying a tray with breakfast and accompanied by two employees pushing a huge clothes rack with different garments that I immediately recognized. It was my father's brand, but I had never seen that collection for sale.
"Good morning, Miss Sarah. Your father has sent you these clothing pieces exclusively for you." My nanny informed me about the responsible party for this unexpected surprise.
My father was going overboard. I still had plenty of unused clothes in my closet and probably wouldn't be able to wear them when my pregnancy started.
"My father spoils me rotten." I said jokingly as I approached to take a look at the dresses hanging on the rack.
I looked surprised at the pieces of the same style but in different colors, the fabric was undoubtedly of the best quality, with a very good finish.
"They are from Doinel's private collection. They are limited edition from the new season." I gasped in surprise at my nanny's explanation, which meant they were priceless items.
I guess I have to get used to the luxurious lifestyle I was accustomed to before marrying Alexander. I had no doubt that my father would continue to spoil me as if I had never left.
"Very humble of my father." I said as I chose one of the dresses in black. By the design, it would highlight my waist and hips. I would take advantage of the last moments of my slim figure.
"Thank you, you may leave now."
My nanny left the room with the two employees, after giving me a cheerful smile.
Once ready, I went down to the living room where my father was chatting with Vincent. When he saw me, he looked me up and down with a sparkle in his eyes.
"No one in this world wears my brand better than my own daughter." I approached my father with a smile on my face to hug him.
"You didn't have to go through the trouble." I let go of my father and looked at my cousin, who also stood up from his seat upon seeing me.
"Hello Vincent, up so early?" I kissed him on the cheek in greeting.
"Duty calls, little princess." He responded, about to mess up my hair, but I gave him a sharp look and he stopped.
"Vincent just brought your car collection, they're parked in the garage and ready for use." I crossed my arms as I looked at my father, disagreeing with him.
"A private collection from Doinel, a car collection, what's next? A collection of apartments? Exclusive jewelry? Father, don't you think it's too much?" I asked, feeling overwhelmed by so much luxury.
I had become a simple woman since getting married. Although Alexander gave me a credit card, I never used it. I didn't touch a penny of his money. I relied on the credit card my mother gave me, even though I knew my father was responsible for that.
Still, I only spent money on necessary expenses. I went shopping in my free time, as much of my time was spent in Lancaster Villa.
When Mrs. Amelia invited me for tea, I never hesitated to go in hopes of improving our relationship, but it always ended up the worst way, with her sending me to clean every corner of Alexander's father's office, and I complied, thinking it would earn me points with my husband's family.
How wrong I was.
In the end, I ended up humiliating myself at her whim.
Just remembering it boiled my blood. My love for Alexander blinded me so much that I allowed his family to trample me whenever they pleased, just because I didn't belong to their social class.
Ha.
"But what are you saying? This is just the beginning of what you deserve." Vincent said as he draped his arm over my shoulder.
"It's what I've always given you, a life full of luxury and comfort. I don't know how things were with your ex-husband, and I don't want to know, but do me the favor of getting used to the life you've always lived. Here's an unlimited credit card for you. With it, you'll have access to a range of exclusive privileges."
My father handed me a black credit card and I felt the heat rise to my cheeks. Fuck.
Only a small number of people could have access to that card. How did my father get it?
"Princess, when did you become so shy? Take the card and let's go. We're running late and we have a lot of work to do."
I looked at Vincent, then at my father, and finally fixed my gaze on the card in front of me and took it after letting out a sigh.
"Thank you, dad." I thanked him before giving him a hug, I was so grateful to life for giving me such a loving and generous father.
Together with Vincent, I arrived at the garage where I saw eight luxury and sports cars of different brands, from Rolls-Royce to Bugatti, what a great way to attract attention.
"I would choose the Porsche." Vincent said next to me, looking at the silver sports car, but my eyes went to the simplest car of all. The others were too much for me.
"I prefer the Mercedes Benz." I said as I approached the white car. The driver came closer to take me but I shook my head.
"I'll drive to work."
"Are you sure? It's my job to take you wherever you order." John said with a worried expression, and I gave him a smile to reassure him.
"Don't worry, I want to drive. You can take the day off." I replied before getting into the car and Vincent got in the passenger seat.
"Mercedes, not the choice I was expecting. However, it's a good option to go unnoticed. I hope you haven't forgotten how to drive."
I started the car's engine in response to my cousin's doubt, and he raised his hands innocently.
"Just saying, I value my life."
"I know how to drive very well, your life is in good hands."
Without further ado, I started the car and headed towards the company.
"So, you're pregnant." Vincent spoke, breaking the silence in the car, but I would have preferred him not to speak, at least not about that topic.
"Is that why you got divorced?"
"No, it wasn't because of that, haven't you seen the news?" I asked seriously, without taking my eyes off the road. By this point, half the world knew the reason for Alexander Lancaster and Sarah Petit's divorce. How could he not know?
"I don't have time to watch the news, especially if it's about gossip."
With that response, it was clear that he had no idea about the war I was involved in with my ex-husband, or rather, with my ex-husband's mother.
"He cheated on me." I blurted out with bitterness in my mouth and feeling a pang in my chest. How I wished I could erase those images from my head.
"With my best friend from college."