The doctor was finally approaching.
The quick brief glance I took at my wristwatch made me realize I'd been waiting for about an hour. My head was a mess, racing faster than a cheetah chasing its prey. Oh God, calm down, I told myself. “Please let it be negative, please, please let it be negative” Literally frea-ing out, I mummured under my breaths, my words barely audible. “Ms. Wills, I hope I didn’t keep you waiting too long,” Dr. Dawson said, his smile making me uncomfortable. Why the smile?? I breathed out a shaky breath, hoping to calm myself. Deep breathes Sam. You got this. "Not at all, Doc," I said, attempting a smile. "It wasn't that long..." "Well, congratulations, Mrs. Wills." His smile grew as he gave me a tiny envelope. My breath hung in my throat. No, God, no. I quickly conposed myself, swallowing hard. "What do you mean, Dr. Dawson?" I asked, my heart pumping hard. "You're six weeks pregnant, Mrs. Wills," he stated. It seemed like time stopped, and the world began spinning. Fuck! My eyes darted about, reflecting my anxiousness. I gathered my resolve and pulled myself together. Breathe, I reminded myself, willing myself to stay composed. Not here. Not now. Forcing a big, fake smile, I hoped the doctor wouldn't notice the strain behind it. "Thank you, Dr. Dawson," I said,“This is certainly unexpected.” “Congratulations, Mrs. Wills! It's good news,” he replied, clearly unaware of the storm that's raging in my mind. My heart hammered in my chest, as I muttered my thanks and gathered the papers he handed me. A slow exhale tried to steady my trembling fingers as I signed the forms, all the while thoughts racing through my mind like a runaway train. The doctor continued to talk about antenatal registration and other details. He seemed ready for a longer conversation, but I wasn't. I hurriedly wrapped things up and rushed out of the reception area and made hastily for the hospital exit. The moment I got into my car, I broke down. Fuck! How did I let this happen? My heart raced and my hands trembled. I tried to calm down, but nothing worked. I tried taking deep breaths, but it didn’t make the fear go away. I needed to get home, fast. My hands moved over the engine, ready to turn on the car and speed away. But I froze, confused.. or scared? Scared of how Tyler would react? The heartache it would cost me? The pain? I quickly wiped up the tear that was threatening to fall off my eyes taking a deep breath. Slowly I opened the envelope that contained the result and it stared back at me. It was right there, Positive. I was pregnant. As my gaze drifted to the busy New York street, my mind wandered to what could’ve been. This news should’ve been a cause for celebration, for excitement. A culmination of our love. Yes, it was an arranged marriage between us, but somehow, we’d fallen in love… or so I thought. Had it all been an act? Was the trust, the connection, just a fake? I closed my eyes, fighting back another wave of tears. Squeezing the paper in my hands, I gathered my resolve..I knew I had to tell Tyler, no matter how he’d react. Marriage with Tyler at the beginning wasn't really smooth. Before my dad abandoned my late mom and me, he had married me off to Tyler because of a promise he made to Tyler's father after his investment in our company. I declined at first but had to choice than to later agree. Life with Tyler wasn't as bad as I imagined, it was actually decent, especially after our first night together. We found a rhythm, a strange kind of comfort in each other's presence. It was far from a fairy tale, but it worked..or again, so I thought? But recently, things had shifted. Tyler had changed, especially after the recent business trip he went on with his new secretary, Julie, he had become distant and cold. He wasn’t the same man I had grown accustomed to. Our once peaceful, if not perfect, marriage felt like it was on the brink of collapse. Now, sitting in the car with the test results on my lap, the gravity of the situation struck me hard. How did we get here? My fingers shook as I grasped the envelope, the word "Positive" gazing back at me, mocking my expectation of a different response. A rush of nuasea swept over me, not only from the pregnancy, but also from the fear of what was to follow. I couldn't predict Tyler's response. Will he be happy? Angry? Indifferent? The uncertainty gnawed at me, making it kinda hard to breathe. I brushed away the tears that had escaped and took a long breath, attempting to calm myself. The prospect of returning home to confront him was like stepping into a heavy rain without an umbrella. But I needed to tell him. There was no dodging this convo. No matter how scary it was, I couldn't hide this from Tyler. I had just started my car, getting ready to drive home, when my phone buzzed. It was from my bestfriend Annie, her name glared at me daring me to pick up and let this weight off but I thought twice about picking it. I couldn't face her right now. She'd see through me, straight into the chaos that was tearing me apart. So I put the phone down, letting the call go unanswered. The silence felt louder than the ringing, like the calm before a storm. Just as I was trying to find some peace, the phone buzzed again. “Hey blockhead. Why wouldn’t you pick up? Call me, it’s important!” Annie’s text message flashed on the screen, demanding my attention. I let out a sigh. It was no use. Annie was persistent, and I knew she wouldn’t give up easily. But how could I possibly explain what was happening when I barely understood it myself? And Ann said it was important.. What could be important?Tyler's brows furrowed as he re-read the title of the email that just popped on his PC once again. Your Wife's InfidelityWtf is this? He thought to himself as he clicked the email, his hands trembling slightly. The sender was unknown, and he quickly glanced around his study, ensuring no one else was present. With a deep breath, he opened the message.The email was brief but pointed: "Do you know what your wife has been up to? Check the attached photos."Tyler hesitated, his finger hovering over the attachment icon. When he finally clicked it open, he saw Samantha, his wife, in the arms of Owen, the man who had been his sworn enemy since childhood.A wave of anger flooded his veins, threatening to cloud his judgment. Owen?! So, Julie was right all along?.. wow.Tyler and Owen had once been close, their friendship shattered by a business fallout between their families. Since then, they'd been bitter rivals. The sight of Owen embracing Samantha was a punch to the gut, a moment of i
The door swung open and my gaze fell upon the familiar figure of Lilian, our househelp."Good evening, Mrs. Wills," she greeted me, a polite smile on her lips.A thin wavw of relief coursed through me as it turned out to be Lilian, our househelp, and not Tyler. To be honest, I didn't think I had gathered the courage to break the news yet. "Mrs. Wills," Lilian broke the short silence, her voice warm and gentle. "Mr. Wills said he wants to see you in his study when you get back," she said.I started to panic. My heart was beating very fast, like an animal that was trapped.See me in his study? Why? Was he finally willing to talk, to reconcile? He never calls to talk to me privately. Well, he hasn't done that in two years. I nodded to Lilian, my throat tight, my heart beating so hard I felt like it was visible through my chest. "Thanks for the message," I managed to let out. My mind was spinning, and I tried to steady myself, to remember that this moment had to come."I should head
He growled, his words full of anger. "I should have seen it at the beginning. But I didn't. I was blind. Blinded by your...charms."His words hurt me, but something inside me snapped. "How dare you?" I said. "If you didn't want me, why did you ask for my parents blessings to marry me?”Tyler let out a dry laughter. “Blessings?" he spat, his lip twisting in disgust. "You think I was happy with this arranged marriage either? I did it for the sake of our families, for the sake of tradition. And what did I get in return? A wife who can't even keep her legs closed."My eyes narrowed, rage scorching through my veins. "Don't attempt to twist this around, Tyler. You were the one who agreed to marry me, who made all those promises. And now you're blaming me for your own mistakes?""Mistakes?” Tyler asked, his brows furrowed. "Yes, mistakes," I yelled, my voice rising with wrath. "You married me because you thought it was the right thing to do," I said. "But now it is clear. You never really
Upstairs, I made my way to the bedroom I had been banished to.The room that had once been my comfort zone now felt cold and empty, a mirror of the future Tyler had left me with.I spotted my charger on the bed and remembered I needed to power my phone. I rushed to plug it in, knowing I needed to call Ann, my friend. She was the person I could always count on and right now, I really needed her.When the phone lit up, I felt a tiny bit of relief. I knew that I was not alone in this, even if only for a moment. With that small comfort, I turned to face the rest of the room. The sight of my belongings scattered around the room felt almost unreal, like remnants of a life that had become a stranger to me. I walked to the closet and pulled out a suitcase, the reality of leaving sinking in with every item I packed.My phone buzzed, breaking the calm of the room.. I pulled it up to saw a new message from Anna."Hey girl! What's wrong with your phone?! Call me, it's important."I couldn't ign
“Samantha! Oh my God Sam.. Sam please open your eyes! Sam please!” This familiar voice kept echoing in my ears but sounded far away. My head was banging so hard.. the pestle hitting a mortar kind of bang. I tried to open my eyes but couldn't.. couldn't move. What was happening? A dream maybe?.. Then I felt a soft grip on my hand, a sound like a sob? I tried opening my eyes again and this time, they opened slightly.. It was blurry at first but gradually became clear, taking in the sight of the crystal white painting of the wall before me. The atmosphere felt unusually bright and cold.. turning my head slightly, my gaze met Anna seated beside me. Her eyes were filled with tears, she had obviously cried too much. As our eyes met, there was a flicker of hope.. of relief. “You stupid bitch! How dare you fuckin scare me like that!” Anna said, her voice a mixture of relief, happiness, pain, sadness. “I thought you were really gon’ die!.. Are you okay now? How are you feeling?” I tr
He should feel relieved. He thought he'd feel relieved with her finally gone yet he felt anything but. The woman he'd been forced to marry two years ago, the source of many frustrations, was finally gone, and the mansion now felt cold and empty. He should be breathing a sigh of relief right now yeah but what was this weird feeling? Why does the mansion suddenly have this empty, cold vibe to it? “Hey Ty, didn't get Champagne from the wine stand, I think it's out of stock, I got this instead” Julie, Tyler's 'sweetheart’ and new secretary, was all smiles as she approached him in the living room, raising a bottle of Prosecco, the popular Italian sparkling wine and two wine glasses. She was a vibrant blondie with a naughty sparkle in her eye. The type of girl who made heads turn wherever she went, with her pixie-like features, slim figure, and sharp wit that frequently left him struggling to keep up. “Let’s toast to freedom!” She said as she poured wine in the two glas
Tyler's car came to a halt in the hospital’s parking lot, leaving behind a path of dust and exhaust fumes. He rushed out, locked the door in the same pace and headed towards the gigantic building, his attention entirely focused on Samantha.“Omg.. isn't that Tyler Wills”, “Gosh he's so handsome!”, “Why is he here, is she sick?” The reception area came alive with quiet whispers as soon as Tyler got in. “Where is my wife?” Tyler demanded on getting to the counter, ignoring the curious stares and inaudible whispers flying around. The receptionist, a middle aged nurse who had been engrossed in her computer and initially didn't notice the drama happening in the reception, gazed up almost immediately at the sound of the voice. She was immediately taken aback by the sight she caught before her that she forgot what she was just asked.. Tyler Wills?!, He really came. “Where is my wife?!” Tyler demanded again, his frustration was growing now. The nurse adjusted her glasses as she gather
Tyler tried all he could to get my attention, to get me to talk, or at least say a word to him but I wasn't having it.Seeing him stand before me alone kept sending hot blood flowing through my veins, I was boiling with anger so bad. How dare he come here acting all so concerned. Like he cares?! Did he not just call his mistress to come over, wasting no time replacing me?! He's wanted me out of his life badly so why the fuck was he here?! These thoughts and more kept flowing through my head as I lay down there keeping my hard gaze at my worst nightmare - Tyler. I had told Ann earlier, even though deep within me, I had doubts about him coming but should he come, that I didn't want to see him, or talk more of having a conversation with him. It was funny though. Seeing Tyler like this, all caring, concerned.. about me? It felt like a movie. Tyler's voice finally broke the brief silence that had taken over the room post my miscarriage announcement. “Look, Sam.. I..I know I messe