Loving the Playboy

MICHIGAN POV 

Why is this happening to me?

"Not once, not twice, but three good times that I'll be facing this issue. This is not how I visualized my future with my husband. This is not how, God."

I sat alone in my room, staring at a photo of a baby in his mother's arms.

Her face filled with Joy, her husband by her side, welcoming the newborn into the world.

"Why can't we experience this joy too, God? " My eyes came wet with tears flowing out of it. I couldn't hold back the pain I was feeling in my heart.

"I can't stand this miscarriage anymore. I want to have my baby and bring joy to this home."

It's just so unbearable.

The continuous miscarriage has been nothing but a problem for my husband and I.

This has been troubling me deeply, but not as much as it has been troubling Damien.

"Where's Damien?" I asked no one in particular, rising from the bed to find my husband.

Damien Flores is a successful businessman and a billionaire. He's the love of my life and my rock.

He has been by my side since we got married, when I had my three miscarriages, till now. That man has been my everything. But it pains me to the core that I'm unable to give him the happiness he deserves.

Leaving the room, I carefully made my way down to the study room to find my husband.

"Maybe he's there attending to work, " I assumed, walking down the path.

Only for someone's voice to get my attention at once from the room two doors away from me.

"Is this how you'll continue?"

"Father-in-law?" My heart sank in fear, drawing closer to the room.

Mr Flores, president of the most popular empire in the state. He has a high reputation and won't stand anything or anyone being a stain in his path.

I leaned closer to the wall, hearing my father-in-law yelling at my husband, Damien.

"I didn't know he was around. When did he arrive?"

"I've told you about this father. We'll have a child when the time comes," Damien said to his father.

But my father-in-law won't budge.

"When will that be, Damien? I want to know when. This is the same word you gave me two years ago and then your wife went ahead to lose the child."

"You're making it sound like it's her fault!"

"Then who should I blame? Myself? Damien, I am a man with a high reputation in this country. Aren't you bothered about what people will say to me about this?!"

My heart came pounding on hearing them fighting. The thought of going in to stop them crossed my mind. But I feared that it would only lead to another issue. So, I stood back.

"You remember Henry? The one that got married a year ago? Well, his wife just gave birth today. His father told me today."

"And you decided to share it with me? Well congratulations to the family, I'm happy for them."

"Being sarcastic won't hide the truth here son. I need a grandchild! I'm not getting any younger," He reminded me.

"This is why I wanted to bring you a wife, but you felt you know best. Now look at where we are today. Childless."

My heart sank deeply. I slowly dragged my feet from the room, feeling nothing but sadness flowing in me.

"I've told you, father. The child will come when it's time."

"Perhaps when I'm dead, 'cause I don't see any sign," My father in law said.

His words ate me up, sending me running.

Why me?

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I laid down in bed, thinking about my case and my father-in-law's words. The fear of being separated from Damien terrified me to the core.

"What if he gives me a divorce paper because of this?" I feared.

Just then, Damien stepped into the room to check up on me. His arms fell on me, with a kiss on the cheek.

"How are you, my love?" He asked, acting like everything was okay. But I know what happened.

Sad, I sat up to face my husband, bringing up a suggestion that could solve our problem once and for all.

"Let's get a surrogate to bear our child."

"Are you crazy? Me, agree to that? Never!" Damien refused my idea, showing his disapproval of it.

"Do you know how that will affect me? I'm the son of a very popular businessman in the state. Do you want the media to pick up this news and mock me? No! I won't allow my reputation to be tarnished! Surrogate? Never!" He spat out.

"Hear me out, Damien. I know this is hard for us, but it's the only way to solve this problem. It's the only way your father can be at peace with you, " I said.

Damien's eyes flashed at me. He realized that I overheard his conversation with his father.

I pleaded with him and he had no choice but to accept.

"This must not get to the media. It'll only be between us and the surrogate."

"I promise," I assured Damien.

But I don't plan on going to meet a stranger outside to carry this work for me. I need someone I can trust with this. Someone who understands my pain and is willing to support my home.

"Will you help me bear my child, Clara?" I said, talking to my younger sister.

Clara's eyes widened on hearing my request.

"What?! Michigan, can you hear yourself? You want me to carry your husband's heir? I... I can't do that." She swayed her head at me.

But she's the only one I can turn to on this. I have no other person to help me out.

"Please, Clara. Do this for me, I beg of you," I pleaded, almost going on my knees, but Clara stopped me from doing so.

With a sigh, she said, "Look Sis, bearing your husband's child is... I don't know how to put it."

She rubbed her neck, showing her discomfort with the idea.

"But if this is what you want, then fine. I'll help you."

"Thank you, Clara."

I hugged my sister, feeling pleased with her agreement.

I know she'll never betray me. She's the perfect solution to my problem.