Chapter 3 - Pregnant

Marietta’s POV

“Congratulations, Mrs. Lockhart,” The doctor smiled, reaching out to me with a white envelope. “You are two weeks pregnant,”

I took the white envelope from the doctor with shaky hands.  “No, no, no. This must have been a mistake. Do you think I might have been misdiagnosed?”

“A mistake? The blood samples clearly match yours.” The doctor concluded.

“But well, you might be correct. It sometimes happens,” he added. 

I heaved a sigh and felt relieved.

“I’ll ask one of my efficient staff to attend to you. She will take your blood samples and carry out the test again. Is that okay by you?” The doctor asked.

“Yes, sure.”

“Very well then, you can wait at the lab.” The doctor replied.

After a few minutes of waiting, I was handed another test report. 

“I supervised this myself,” the nurse explained, and left.

“What the hell? Am I really pregnant? I’m fucking–” I yelled out of frustration as I choked on my words.

Tears streamed down my face out of fear.

I can’t even abort this child. I know Michael doesn’t like me anymore.

But to me this baby is life. I’m just eighteen. I don’t want an abortion.

I don’t know if I’m making the right decision.

I wiped off my tears since I was beginning to draw the attention of people.

“I need to let Michael know. We are having a baby,” I muttered.

Storming out of the hospital I aimed for Katty’s hospital.

After the incident, Michael has always been visiting Katty at the hospital since she lost her child. 

And he has never been coming home either. 

Just as I got into the hospital, I was directed by a nurse to Katty’s ward.

But just as I got to the ward where she was, I was stopped by Michael's bodyguards.

“The boss has ordered us not to allow anyone in,” their leader replied.

“Including me?”

“Yes, Ma’am. I’m sorry.” the guard apologized and maintained their position. 

“I promise I’m not going to disturb Katty. I just want to see Michael.” I pleaded. 

“Can you just help me tell him I’ve got some things to say to him?” I begged but none of them listened.

A few minutes later, one of the bodyguards exited Katty’s ward.

I rushed towards him, pleading again.

“The boss doesn’t want to speak with you.” He bowed and left.

After the guard replied, I felt heartbroken as tears streamed down my cheeks.

I’ve been calling him but he hasn’t been picking up my calls either. 

It has been like this since the accident. I’m sure that if I leave now, I’ll never be able to tell him about our baby again.

After all, I’m leaving California for France tomorrow.

“I’ll just wait at the lobby,” I stuttered, leaving the bodyguards.

Soon the clouds were gathered, and it started to rain. Everywhere became cold in under a few seconds.

“I'm just going to wait here till I see Michael.” I shivered in the lobby. 

My chiffon clothes were getting all drenched as my clothes were revealing every part of my body. 

But I didn't care.  

Soon, the door to the ward was opened, and stepping out was Michael, and around him were his bodyguards.      

I was so happy to see him, as I got myself ready to stand up and talk to him. 

But even before I could say a word, he stopped me.

“Do not allow her to take one step closer to me,” Michael commanded his guards.

I pleaded, watching him get into the car.  “Move, now!” I heard him order the driver.

I was about to chase after him when I staggered and fell into the muddy water. 

But Michael care less, as I watched his car disappear. 

“Michael…” I felt hot tears stream down my face as I struggled to get myself out of the muddy water.

I got home with a muddled head since I’m leaving tomorrow.  I quickly get to packing my clothes, and other stuff.

But as I did the packing, I couldn’t just get it out of my head.

Am I just going to leave without letting Michael know his baby is growing in my belly?

“How the hell am I supposed to survive? Am I going to raise this baby alone and abroad?” I burst into tears. 

Covering my mouth so I won’t be heard.

“I don’t even have enough money,” I whispered. Tears dripped down my eyes while I wiped them off.

I quickly brought out my phone and scanned through my contact list. 

I checked my F******k, I*******m, TikTok, and even w******p.

Michael’s Grandmother doesn’t seem to be a good choice either. 

“No one! I’ve got no one to help me out of this.” I cried so hard.

 All my life. I’ve never asked anyone for help. 

Not even celebrities who already knew my husband was a billionaire. I can't just bring myself to do that now. 

I’ve always been a tough woman.

“I feel so dizzy,” I muttered between my tears.

Dropping the clothes I was packing for my travels tomorrow. 

I wiped off my tears, dropped my phone, and switched on the dim light. 

“Siri set my alarm to 6 am,” I commanded. 

“Your alarm has been set to 6 am.” 

Just as I heard a reply from my phone. I drowse off into the dreamland. 

A heavy knock on the door had woken me up from my slumber. 

I couldn't believe it was morning. My night was a short one indeed. 

“Who is it?” I asked, sniffing hard.

“I’m coming,” I responded, scratching my already messy hair.

I yarned tirelessly before approaching the door. But the knock became much louder.

“Hold on,” by the time I opened the door. I was shocked to see Michael standing right in front of me.

He was looking so pissed that I wondered what he wanted this time.

Or does he want to talk now? 

“Michael…” I stuttered in shock.