Part 189

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"No way! I won't leave until I meet Gibran. He has to take responsibility for this child," Shabila insisted, refusing to budge. She held onto Viska and stood her ground.

"Leave, I said! Go!"

Viska couldn't bear Shabila's stubbornness and forcefully pulled her arm, nearly causing Shabila to stumble.

"What's wrong with you!" Shabila pushed away Viska's hand and fixed her disheveled hair. "Are you afraid your husband's actions will be known to your parents? Or is it that you refuse to accept the truth?" Shabila began to rant.

"I don't understand what you're saying. Now leave!" Viska demanded.

"Wait, Viska! Mom wants to ask this woman something." Viska's mother restrained her daughter and turned to Shabila. "Why did you let my granddaughter get pregnant? Don't you know he's already married? What do you want from us? Money?"

Shabila seethed with anger. Her dignity felt insulted when the middle-aged woman mentioned money.

"Do you think I'm a lowly woman who just surrenders her body to any man?" Shabila retorted passionately. "For your information, your beloved son-in-law raped me. He forced me into that act." Shabila began to sob.

Viska's mother was shocked, and Viska stood still. Did Gibran really do that? She wondered.

"At that time, I was at a club, drinking because I had problems. I got drunk, and Gibran was there too. Then he started to flirt with me, saying he wanted to sleep with me," Shabila cried.

Viska's mother began to waver, but Viska remained skeptical.

"I won't just believe your story! Anyone can make up something like that," Viska insisted.

"Make up a story, you say?"

Shabila reached into her bag and pulled out five used pregnancy tests. She tossed them at Viska's face. The woman was startled but quickly shifted her attention to the scattered pregnancy tests on the floor.

Her mother picked up the objects, as did Viska. Even though she didn't particularly love Gibran, faced with his betrayal, she couldn't help but feel angry. Her pride was wounded.

"How long has it been?" Viska finally asked after regaining her composure.

Shabila smiled triumphantly. "Just one month," she said.

Viska's mother's knees felt weak and powerless. She sat down on the sofa with a conflicted expression, staring at the two pregnancy tests in her hands.

"This can't be," she murmured.

"I'll contact Mr. Gibran. You stay here!" Viska decided.

Shabila didn't object. She sat on the sofa calmly, feeling extremely happy that her desired outcome was finally within reach.

Viska made the decision to gather everyone to clear up the situation. If it was true, it would be her chance to demand a divorce. She took her phone and called her husband.

"Gibran, can you come home now? We need to talk," she said without pleasantries.

Gibran furrowed his brow but agreed to his wife's request. "Sure, I'll come home now," he said.

After waiting in silence for about an hour, Gibran finally arrived home. His brow furrowed upon seeing Shabila there. Gibran began to understand the situation.

"Why did you come here?" he asked cynically.

"She claims she's pregnant with your child!" Viska replied.

Gibran was slightly taken aback but then chuckled softly. "What are you telling my family?"

The woman started to shed tears and showed him the pregnancy test results. "I'm pregnant. You have to take responsibility! This is your child," Shabila cried, caressing her still-flat stomach.

"What's the proof that it's my child?" Gibran challenged.

Shabila stuttered but tried to hold her ground. "You're cruel, Gibran! Even though you were the one who seduced and forced me that night. Even though I initially refused." Shabila sobbed again.

Gibran sighed, took out his phone from his pocket, and fiddled with it for a moment. He then played a video he had taken at the club.

"Is this what you claimed to be rape?"

Viska, her mother, and Shabila all stared at the phone screen in shock, taken aback by the footage Gibran showed them.

"What is this?!" Shabila felt like she had been slapped with a hot object.

In the recording, it was clear how Shabila was intoxicated that night and approached Gibran, who was also drunk. Shabila aggressively flirted, inviting Gibran to touch her body. The heated scene was vividly captured, and they were almost without clothes. Then, Shabila led Gibran to a special room provided by the club. There was no recording inside the room, but a while later, CCTV footage showed Shabila leaving the room wearing Gibran's clothes.

Viska clapped her hands sarcastically. "Quite entertaining. I was used by Bryan, and his wife was used by my husband. How ironic?" she mocked.

The wedding party between Silvi and Devin was incredibly festive. Guests came to offer their congratulations and blessings, wishing them a happy future together.

Bryan noticed this clearly. He had been searching for Silvi for a long time, only to find her in the hospital, pregnant. Unfortunately, she was now marrying Devin.

Bryan couldn't fathom what was going on in Silvi's mind to choose Devin as her husband. He couldn't understand why Devin had returned to Silvi's embrace.

Especially since Devin had divorced Silvi just yesterday, causing great embarrassment to her family. Now, he was marrying her again. Bryan couldn't help but wonder about Devin's motives, especially since he knew Silvi was pregnant.

Devin's motives and intentions for marrying Silvi were irrelevant. What mattered was that Bryan would stay until he could have a private conversation with Silvi.

A stroke of luck came when Devin wanted to take Silvi to their room. He excused himself because he had left his phone at the reception.

Silvi allowed Devin to return to the ground floor and continued her journey to her room on the second floor. She was slightly tired, being in the early stages of pregnancy, but she fought to reach her room.

Upon arriving in her room, Silvi began to remove all the accessories attached to her body. Her lips curved when she heard the bedroom door close. Without turning to look at the door, Silvi continued her activities.

She struggled to remove the tight wedding dress that restricted her movements.

"Thank you for the welcome," Bryan whispered as he embraced Silvi from behind. He caressed her still-flat stomach. "I missed you and our future child."

Silvi's body tensed. She swallowed hard. Finding out that the person who had entered the room wasn't Devin but Bryan.

"Bryan?!" Silvi protested, but it was futile as Bryan had already embraced her tightly.

"Don't resist, Silvi. You might harm our child."

How could Silvi not resist? At the moment, there was only a triangular piece of cloth covering her body. So, every word Bryan spoke was accompanied by his touch on Silvi's chest.

"Stop, please," Silvi pleaded, unable to handle Bryan in this situation.

"I'll let you go if you answer why you married Devin, even though you know he never loved you. You know this child is mine."

"I don't need his love. What's certain is that he and I are married, and as you know, I love him deeply."

"Is that so?" Bryan questioned Silvi's statement from earlier. He wasn't entirely convinced that Silvi truly desired this marriage.

Bryan turned Silvi around so they could look at each other directly. He wanted to gauge whether Silvi was being truthful or not.

"Aren't you afraid that he might harm you and our child?" Bryan cupped Silvi's cheeks and briefly kissed the lips he had missed.

"Isn't this the second time he's done this to you? He married you before because Alesya married me. Now, he's marrying you again. Aren't you afraid that behind all of this, he has some sinister plan?" Bryan raised his eyebrows, trying to intimidate Silvi into rethinking her decision.