Pilot

CLARA

My heart beat against my chest as I stared at the pregnancy test in my hand, while pacing around the room in panic. The more I thought about my husband's arrival, the scarier I got, and I wondered for a moment what he would do when he learn of this.

Just like the universe heard me, the door creeped open and angry looking eyes gazed up at me, sending shivers down my spine.

“What are you doing here?” His deep voice echoed in the room, and I froze on the spot, unable to say a word. " Didn't I warn you to stay away from my room, huh?''

His jaw tightened as he entered the room and shut the door behind him. That's when I found my voice, and I mustered courage to speak up.

“I… I have something to tell you.” I stuttered, holding onto the paper tightly as his eyes darted to my hands.

There was silence as I awaited his response, while he strode to the window, rolling the sleeve of his shirt up to his arm. He stood beside the table and loosened up his wristwatch.

'' I don’t have all the time, Clara. Say whatever you want to say, and leave. Your sight irritates me.“ 

He fumed, and I gulped down and said in a hoarse voice, stretching out the paper towards him. “I think it would be better if you could take a look at it.''

Damon shot me a glare, then his eyes traveled to the paper in my hand. " What is that?" He cocked his head and furrowed his brows.

Instead of responding, I decided to do what I thought was best to do. I walked over to him and handed the paper to him. With my hands clasped behind my back, I watched as he ran his eyes through them, and suddenly his expression darkened.

“What is this supposed to mean?” He looked at me intently with a reddened face, holding out the paper to me. '' I have never touched you since I was forced into living this miserable life with you. So what exactly is this paper supposed to mean?''

My heart skipped a beat, and my body began to shake violently as I moved backwards. Damon can be ruthless at times, and I don't want him to descend on me. It wouldn't go well with me, nor my babies. The thought of it already made me clutch my belly without realizing it, but Damon's thunderous voice brought me back to reality. 

'' Can't you speak anymore?!'' His jaw twitched, but still, I couldn't speak. Before I knew it, he was already in front of me, and I gulped when his body enclosed my space. This was the closest we had ever been since our marriage.

 “How did you get pregnant, Clara, when I haven’t even touched you since I met you?”

''It happened three weeks ago, when you came back home and… and you were really drunk. I tried to stop you, so you wouldn’t regret it. I tried but that was the first time you touched me, so I couldn’t control it either and—“

'' That's a blatant lie, you whore! How dare you claim that those bastards inside you are mine?'' 

My heart sank at his words, and tears slid down my cheeks uncontrollably. Although I know how Damon is, I had expected him to at least be happy with me because of the babies. But unfortunaty, he's doing the opposite, still with his tremendous attitude.

Ever since Damon and I got married, it has been from one problem to another. Insulting me anyway he likes, and calling me all sort of names. If it wasn't for my family, this wouldn't have happened. They didn’t care about my happiness in any way, all that mattered to them were the shares they’d get from marrying me off to Damon as a way to obtain large shares in his family’s company. They went as far as threatening me to marry him. And what would I have done?

I was miserable. I lost my Mom at a tender age, and I had no one to rely on except my father. He's been nice to me, but everything changed when he made the marriage proposal, with a threat to ruin my life forever if I didn't oblige. Since I know whom my father is, I had no other option than to do so. But here I am now, being neglected, and unloved. Going through the worst pain ever. That made me ask myself, “am I not worthy of love?''

 I have tried several times to see if Damon is cheating on me with another woman, but to my surprise, he isn't. None that I knew of. He just hated me, and nothing I did could change that.

'' I am not lying to you, Damon. I swear, I haven’t been with anyone else aside from......“

''Have you forgotten that I swore to do nothing with you three years ago? Do you think you can deceive me?'' He scoffed and hurriedly walked to a drawer and took out a document from it.

 ''Do you think you can sleep with another man and put the pregnancy on me by saying that I was drunk? How stupid do you think I am?''

''Believe me Damon, I will never cheat on you, please, I swear. The twins are yours.'' I pleaded with a teary face, but unfortunately, they all went on deaf ears.

Damon threw the brown envelope on the ground before my feet and removed his car keys from his trousers. ''Sign the divorce papers or abort those bastard. You better make a decision before I get back. Or else, I will make it for you.''

With that, he stormed out of the room, while I stared blankly at the door, trying to get a grasp at what he had just said.

'' Did he just ask me to sign a divorce paper?'' I asked myself with my eyes pooped out of their sockets, trying not to believe that I heard him clearly. I sank to the floor and, with shaky hands, I picked up the envelope and tore it open.

Certainly! It's true. I have just been given a divorce paper by Damon Clark, after three years of painful marriage. I had endured and hope that one day, he will change and love me for who I am, but all that I got is a divorce paper?

His words slipped into my mind and I clutched my belly tightly, with the thought of my children. 

“Your marriage, or your kids.” My subconscious said, and I bit my lip and glanced up at the ceiling.

Damon would never believe these twins in me are his, and if I agreed to the divorce, I would be responsible for the destruction of my family’s finances and reputation. 

I shook my head unacceptably, and sniffed loudly. There's no way I'll drag innocent souls into what they know nothing about. 

“ I refuse to sign these papers, and I won't abort my children either,'' I muttered with determination.

After a while, I decided to leave the room, but when I tried to get up from the floor, I couldn't. I was too weak to do so. 

Staring at the brown envelope and the paper in front of me, I placed my head on the bed, and continued to think of what to do. Unexpectedly, I dozed off to sleep.