Your husband called

GLORIA POV

“So  Mrs….. Sorry Miss Gloria, we have several samples here what are your preferences?” The Doctor asked after I came back from the lab where the test is done.

I crossed my hands on my shoulders unsure of what to say. A man like Jude Moretti is not an option but someone better than him is the deal.

Who cares about preference?

“Doctor, Just inseminate me with anyone available, I don’t need any father support but a sperm that can get me pregnant in 10 days” I said defiantly.

The  doctor brought a file from his drawer and gave it to me, “I need to let you know that you  have one chance to conceive any if anything goes wrong or any abortion again then you are as good as dead"

"I know." I sniffle. "And if this is going to be my only baby, I don't want to take any chances. I want the best donor you have no need of any preference”

“You don’t want to mind even if the fellow is ugly?” The doctor sound concerned.

I sighed with anger as I rolled my eyes to look at him only of he know how shattered my heart was right now. “Okay let me see the pictures of the donors”

He handed me another file which contained details of several men but as much as I tried I can’t settle for one, the more I see the men the more angered I was as they reminded me of Jude severally. I hissed with disgust and tossed him the file. “Give me anyone doctor even if it’s yours”

Jude and Martha already thought I was dead. Yes I should be dead to them but alive for my baby. My only wish is to go back to them with a pregnancy in my stomach.

I signed the confidentiality   agreement and was lead to the OBN-GYN office where a female doctor who introduced herself as Lena was.

I find her quite interesting and as she constantly jokes around during the process. It was kind of painful since my pussy still bleeds from the abortion but with a pleasant doctor as Lena, I was able to pull through.

 "It's all taken care of now, Miss Gloria”  She promises, "You can come back in ten  days to  receive your pregnancy results because I know you will pull it through”

“Thank you so much doctor” I smiled stiffly and stood up. She also stood up to help me. “You should refrain from alcohol and sex during these 10 days”

I smiled again and nodded in agreement. Sex? Only if it was food. I chuckled and left her office.

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When I arrived at work the next day, I found that my keys no longer fit the locks on the front door of my office.  I was actually surprised because only I and the school principal had the right to my office at the school which left me overwhelmed with confusion.

I was about to walk towards the next staff office to ask her about it since I wasn’t at work for a while only to be stopped by the principal who came out of the teacher’s office.

I bowed slightly immediately, "Good morning Mrs Crawley”

To my utmost dismay, this short woman who called herself the principal only hissed with disgust which made me raise my head immediately.

“Mrs Moretti why are you not in the school since Monday?” She asked which made me sigh with relief, she only hissed because I wasn’t around.

“Mrs Crawley I was sick and was admitted to the hospital I got discharged yesternight” I stretched the key towards her immediately. “My keys aren't working Madam, did you perhaps know…….."

"They're not meant to." She answers coldly, "As of yesterday afternoon, your services were no longer required and a new teacher has been sent to the class you take"

"I... you're firing me?" I squeak, not believing my ears. "Why?"

"We got a call from your husband!" She explains haughtily, "How can a married woman think of having an abortion? You take nursery kids and you always say you adore children how could you do that to satisfy your own greediness?”

"That isn't fair, that isn't what happened!" I plead. "My husband cheated on me so you can’t believe what he told you madam. He was the one that fed me the abortion pills I can swear with my parent’s tomb”

"I don't want to hear it." She hisses. "Now leave before the school director comes around because she was the one that gave orders for your dismissal the matter is not in my hands”

"Please, can't I at least say goodbye to the children? I still take them till last week let me tell them goodbye madam please?" I request, praying she'll grant me this one kindness.

"I'm dialling the director Mrs Moretti leave the premises now! Or did you want the kids to know your atrocities too?" She tells me simply, pulling her cell phone from her pocket.

"No!" I raise my palms in supplication, "It's okay, I'll go."

For the second time this week, I find myself shamefully retreating from this school  with tears streaming down my face. What hurts even worse than losing my job is the fact I didn't get to say goodbye to the kids which I take.

I know Jude might have called the school director after I left home for the mall. He might think I am dead now since he hasn’t seen me  A rush of fury takes hold of me, and suddenly I wish I could punish him somehow. It's not like me to be so vindictive, but right now it truly feels like my entire life is falling apart, and it's all his fault.

I spent all my money on the insemination, the last one chance left to get a loan, I used it to rent a mini apartment last night to lay my head, without any clothes or even my school certificates and without a job I have almost nothing. How can I ever going to afford to have a baby now? I left my jewleries at Jude’s house also. Thank goodness the landlady gave me spare clothes last night because I told her that I was alone.

As if things weren't already bad enough, I got to the mini apartment and my phone bills got finished!

Which leaves me only one option now! That is asking the doctor to let the sperm donor know that I’m pregnant, perhaps I he could give some child care f*e.

As I laid on the flat bed in the room watching the TV, my mind can’t stop from waving towards the days of old when I would be in Jude’s arms cuddling in our home. We would both daydream what it feels like to be a parent but now it has became a thing of the past.

On the TV, Damian Moon was suddenly shown on the business news having an interview with the top richest men in Springfield country. This man was just too implacable but no matter how much I swoon, he is a werewolf which I loathed.

Of course Jude was never as handsome as Damian, nor did he ever have his charisma or imposing presence. I don't know if I've ever met anyone like him before this got me wondering why a man like him was at the hospital. Did he come for donation? But I hissed in disgust, who cares what he comes to do? He’s just a heartless werewolf Alpha but as much as I wanted to dismiss the thought of why he came to the hospital, a part of me was still taken in by his handsome features and pure magnetism and wanted to know more.

Shaking myself, I turn the TV off. What the hell is wrong with me? The man is a heartless billionaire and I'm still sitting here mooning over him like a silly schoolgirl.

I end up going to bed early, trying not to think about my problems. Of course, I still lie awake late into the night - I know what it means to grow up an orphan, and I can't countenance bringing a child into the world just to abandon it to that bleak existence. The more my life unravels, the more stark my options become.

If I am pregnant... Am I going to abort the child? Even though it's what I've wanted my entire life and this is my last chance of having a child?