Eric, my ex-husband and soon to be brother-in-law was annoyed. "Why the hell is she here anyway? I didn’t invite her." Emerson met his son, Eric's gaze. "I invited her." Both Eric and Rita looked at Emerson with questioning eyes. "Why would you invite her?" Eric asked his father "I asked her here because she is my plus one," Emerson said. "I asked her to marry me, and she said yes. She’s my fiancée."
View MoreMina rested her hand gently on her stomach, the other reaching for mine. Her fingers were warm and comforting, but the pain in her eyes still lingered."Please, Emerson, don’t blame yourself for this, okay?" she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "I didn’t know it could have happened, and you didn’t know it either."I shook my head, frustrated with myself. "I know, but I was just so surprised... I knew she didn’t like you, then all of a sudden, you came back, and she was all over you, pretending to care, acting like she was so happy about the baby. It should have been a red flag, but I didn’t know that. I didn’t know at the time, but I should’ve looked into it. I could have lost you if that idiot Trey hadn’t eaten your pudding."Mina’s expression softened as she reached up, cupping my cheek gently. "It’s okay," she said, her voice steady but filled with warmth. "I’m here, we’re here, the baby’s here. I just hope that we can be fine."
EmmersonMina was in and out of it, but by the next morning, luckily, she woke up. She was totally disoriented, her face scrunched up in pain, but the moment I saw her eyes open, relief crashed over me I immediately ran to the doctor, who came in and explained everything to her slowly. I watched her carefully, knowing exactly when her mind caught up with what they were saying. The moment they mentioned the baby, her entire body tensed in fear.She freaked out. Her eyes welled up, panic overtaking her pain.But the doctors reassured her. They told her that she and the baby were fine, but she would have to stay at the hospital for further monitoring. They needed to make sure the poison hadn’t caused any long-term effects on her or our unborn child.Mina broke down, tears streaming down her face.I hated seeing her cry. I leaned in, took her trembling hand in mine, and whispered, “You have to be strong, baby. You’re body
EmmersonI don’t think twice. I scoop Mina into my arms and carry her toward the front of the house, my heart hammering in my chest. She’s barely conscious.Behind me, Thomas and Jason haul Trey, each taking one of his arms as he stumbles forward. Tina follows closely, her voice frantic, but I don’t stop to listen. The rest of the party trails after us, murmurs of fear and confusion in the air.By the time we reach the front, the ambulance is already there. But there’s only one.Damn it. There’s no time to wait for another. We have to make do.I step into the ambulance first, gently placing Mina onto the stretcher. Thomas and an ambulance nurse help get Trey inside, settling him onto the bench along the side. I barely glance at him. My focus is on Mina—on her pale face.Tina tries to climb in, but I stop her, stepping out before she can get past me.I lock eyes with Thomas, my voice sharp.“Nobody leaves this estate. Not a single person at this party leaves until I find out what happe
“I… I don’t feel so good,” Trey mumbled again, rubbing his stomach.Emerson, who had been watching the scene, raised an eyebrow. “Maybe you shouldn’t have come to the party if you weren’t feeling well, Trey.”Before he could finish his sentence— Trey gagged. And then, it happened. Right there at the table.Trey vomited.People shot up from their seats, stumbling away. The laughter and celebration turned into gasps of shock.I stared, my pudding forgotten in my hands.Trey’s face was pale. He looked absolutely miserable.“I… I really don’t feel so good,” he groaned, sweating profusely.Tina rushed to his side. “Oh my God.” She placed a hand on his forehead and gasped. “You’re burning up!”Panic flickered in her eyes as she turned to the group. “Should we call an ambulance? We should rush him to the hospital!”She was already on the verge of freaking out.I suddenly felt strange. Like I was floating on a cloud.Voices blurred around me. My vision swayed.It wasn’t until I heard Emerson’
Emerson had spoiled me endlessly during our little honeymoon. Though it was just two days—technically only one full day before we had to return—it was everything I could have asked for. Just us. No distractions. No stress. Pure happiness.And the sex... Nothing intense but still, you get the picture.As we drove back home, Emerson glanced at me with a smirk.“I already called Tina. Told her we were on our way. She said everyone has already arrived, so they’re all waiting for us.”I sighed. “Ah, okay.”I wasn’t sure how I felt. Excited? Nervous? Overwhelmed?“We shouldn’t—” I hesitated. “I’m kind of not in the mood.”“Don’t be.” Emerson reached for my hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “Tina’s been so excited about this. Even if you're exhausted, even if it doesn’t match our wedding excitement, just act excited, okay?”I chuckled. “Okay, Emerson. I’ll try.”As soon as we pulled into the driveway, the front door burst open.Tina.She practically flew toward us, her face lighting up.
I sighed, running a hand through my hair. "I've been so tired, I really haven’t thought about it. So, what are you thinking?"He hesitated for a moment before speaking. "Okay, I just think we should get married. Soon."I raised an eyebrow. "I know that.""But given your condition, I don’t want to stress you out with everything else," he said, carefully watching me."Yes, I know. That’s why I’m saying let’s forget about having a big party and a whole thing," I explained. "I want this baby to be born while we’re already legally married. So, let’s just get married, now. Today, tomorrow—let's just do it. We don’t have to have a party, we don’t have to invite anyone except our witnesses, of course. But come on, let’s just get married."Emerson’s lips parted slightly like he wasn’t expecting me to say that. "But… what about the wedding you wanted? I know. You were excited about our wedding. You had already planned everything."His gaze fixed on me, searching for my reaction."I know," I a
Tina and I continued chatting about normal things—pregnancy, fashion, makeup. She gave me a few tips from her own pregnancy and shared stories about when Trey was young, and the struggles she had raising him. It was a surprisingly good time with her.As we talked, Madeleine came out with some snacks she had prepared. She placed them down on the table, and as she did, Tina turned to her."Maria, right? Is that your name again?"Madeleine straightened slightly. "It’s Madeleine."I could tell she didn’t like Tina much, but Tina was undeterred."Yes, Madeleine! I remember you. You’ve been with Emerson for the longest time, haven’t you?"Madeleine nodded. "Yes."Tina smiled, her eyes lighting up. "Well, that gives me an idea." She turned to me. "How far along are you now, Mina?""About six months.""Okay! So, have you thought about having a baby shower?"I blinked at her. "A baby shower? No, I’m not really planning anything. I’m still on bed rest, so I can’t be all bubbly and throw a part
After a tense silence, Madeline looked between Emerson and me, waiting for an answer. Finally, Emerson spoke."Why don't you give us a few minutes, Madeline?"She frowned, crossing her arms. "What are you even going to discuss? Can't you just say it here? I thought I was a part of this family."I exhaled, trying to ease the tension. "It's fine," I said, my voice softer now. "If Madeline feels like she can handle it, I trust her. She's been there my whole life. She's a great mom—we all know that." I looked at Emerson. "And you know what? I think… fine. It’s okay."Emerson glanced at me, then back at Madeline. "Okay. But anytime you feel like it's too much, Madeline, don’t feel indebted because of what my family and I have done for you. Just tell me, and we’ll get you help."Madeline nodded. "I know that, Emerson. Don’t worry about it."Just then, Jason walked in, looking impatient. "Aren’t you finished with breakfast? I really want to get through these candidates so we can go back to
The next few days were better. I was feeling stronger, and Emerson was spending more time at home. But as much as I loved having him around, I couldn't shake the guilt of knowing he was neglecting work.Jason was here more than he wanted to be, and I could see the frustration in his eyes every time he and Emerson spoke. They had been arguing more than usual, and I knew why—Jason wanted him back at the office. Emerson was slacking, and projects weren’t getting his full attention.And to make matters worse, Eric hadn’t been going to work either after his situation with Rita. Emmerson told me that Eric had filed for divorce and kicked Rita out of the house. I didn't want to stress myself with their issues but I didn't ask questions.But now the weight of the company was falling squarely on Jason’s shoulders, and I could tell it was wearing on him.So that night, as Emerson massaged my feet in bed, I decided to bring it up."Emerson, I think you should go back to work."He didn't look up.
My husband’s phone pinged with a message. I was about to take it to him at work because he’d forgotten it at home. The message was from my sister. Curiosity piqued, I entered the password to unlock the phone and went to the message.“I AM PREGNANT.”My eyes nearly bugged out of my head. Pregnant? I had to sit down for this. I sank into a nearby chair and began scrolling through the messages between my sister and my husband. The evidence was clear: they had been having an affair for a very long time, and now it looked like she was pregnant. Something I couldn’t even manage to do.A tear escaped my eye as I tried to compose myself. It shouldn’t have been a complete surprise, considering how close they had recently become and how oddly they had been acting. I had suspected they might be involved, but I didn’t want to believe that the two people I trusted most could betray me in this way. Still, I should have suspected it.She’s probably not pregnant with him, I lied to myself as I texted...
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