“Let’s not waste our time, Isabelle,” Morris broke in. “This is not working, you know it. It is over between us. May I break it to you that my sweetheart here is carrying my child? The child you couldn’t give me.”
*** Isabelle was on her way back home to break the good news to her husband when she suddenly changed her mind asking the cab driver to take the next divert and stop at the second block, along the street. Allison Riley was her best friend and had been very helpful to her and her husband since they started the hunt for a child. Due to their inability to afford the IVF, Allison had volunteered to help and the process was successfully carried out. So, before going home, she taught it wise to stop by and thank you her dear friend first.On reaching the house, the entrance door was slightly opened. She hesitantly slid it open as she scanned the room left and right from the door. Seeing no one was worried. How can her friend’s house be opened and no one inside?
“Allison!” she called. “Are you in?”
No one answered. She quickly climbed the stairs, hoping she could be sleeping in her bedroom. Along the stairs, male and female cloths were scattered. She guessed maybe her friend had a man in her bedroom and thought of waiting for her in the seating room.
She was already close to the door to bedroom when she turned back to leave.Then, a male familiar voice broke in. she halted, turned and quietly took few steps closer to the door, cupped her ears at the door.
“Don’t worry, baby, my relationship with her ended a long time ago,” the familiar voice assured with a romantic tone. “I’m just waiting for my lawyer to finish with the divorce papers, and that will be over between us.” “Are you sure,” another familiar voice broke in. This time, a female voice she was trying to get her head around with to confirm if it was exactly who she knew.“Yes, I’m certain, dear,” the male voice said. “Imagine 5 years with Isabelle, yet she can’t give me a child. I think I have waited for her enough.”
For the past five years, Isabelle and her husband, Morris had being trying to have a baby of their own, but all effort dashed to nothing. Despite their predicament, Morris still showered her with love, always assuring her to be patient and that things will soon turn out as they had wished.Isabelle couldn’t wait any longer, seeing no reason to. She suggested that they go for IVF. Though Morris agreed to it, but finance became the constraint. Luckily, her friend, Allison agreed to assist them.
** At the mention of her name, her heart raced like a wild horse, pounding against her chest as if about to escape its bony cage. Out of curiosity, she held the doorknob and without knocking, turned it and bounced inside to behold the greatest shock of her life.Her husband, Morris Williams was on the bed with her best friend, Allison lying beside her, both naked, and covered with blanket.
Isabelle was raised by her poor grandmother since her both parents died in ghastly car accident when she was 7.At 24, her grandmother was diagnosed of heart disease and died a month later. Allison and Morris had been the only family she had still living.
Betrayed by the sight of the two most important people in her life, she felt a hundred blunt edge daggers piercing her heart.“Morris!” She screamed, feeling her heart in her mouth. “Why? Why do this to me?”
Morris ignored his wife as he threw his hand beside him to pick up his boxers tossed to the floor. With his boxers on, he moved towards Isabelle.“Let’s not waste our time, Isabelle,” Morris broke in. “This is not working, you know it. It is over between us. May I break it to you that my sweetheart here is carrying my child? The child you couldn’t give me.” He said in finality, pointing at Allison who was still lying on the bed covered with only the blanket.
“What?! A child?” Allison screamed, her eyebrows furrowed, her jaw lifted, she turned to her friend to say something, but lost the words. She stared at instead in anguish.
“I’m sorry, Isabelle, you were not supposed to find out about us this way,” Allison pleaded, with the looks that showed no sincerity.
Allison’s words prickled Isabelle’s heart beyond endurance as she moved fiercely towards her with the expression for attack. But she was quickly stopped by Morris who grabbed her both arms. Tears welled in Isabelle’s eyes threatening to drop.
“Enough, woman!” He yelled. Allison was already fidgeting on the bed. She had never seen her friend in such fierce mood before. “Go home now. We will finish this when I get home.”
Isabelle stared blankly at the two people who were supposed to be family to her. She shook her head in anguish, bit her lips and turned to face the door as swung off. The welling tears in her eyes started gushing down her cheeks.
**
Back home, Isabelle sat in one of the leather chairs in the seating room, brooding, her eyes already swollen up. She was buried in the thought of her husband’s betrayal when the call from Dr. Kimberly threw her back to life.“I’m sorry, Mrs. Williams, there was a mixed up in the samples you were given.” The doctor’s voice was trembling. Isabelle could attest things were out of place.
“What?”“Mrs. Williams, the sample you were injected with belongs to another man, and not your husband’s.”
“This is a very big mistake that has never happened before in our hospital and we’re very sorry,” Dr. Kim pleaded, enunciating each syllable with grim clarity.Isabelle had arrived the hospital about an hour later she was called. Seating across Dr. Kim, she listened attentively, yet unable to make meaning from her explanations.“I can still you’re still confused. I’ll explain further,” Dr. Kim said. Isabelle adjusted to the edge of her seat. “The nurse in charge of the insemination mistakenly took the sperm for another client and mix with the sample eggs retrieved from your ovaries.”“What?!” Isabelle interjected, her voice quaking. The message was now clear. “You mean I’m carrying another man’s child?”A hushed silence filtered across the room. The ringing sounds of the telephone penetrated the hushed silence. “Right away!” Dr. Kim said with hastiness in her voice as quickly stood up. “I’m sorry, Mrs. Williams, there’s been an emergency. I need leave right away. Could you wait for s
The look on Mr. Fernandez’s face was distraught yet satisfying; he was going to be a father after all. But he stared at Isabelle disdainfully as he turned and left the office informing the doctor that his assistant will contact her.“Do you have any idea what you’ve just done?” Dr. Kim asked her gaze on Isabelle with narrowed brow. “This is a big mistake, Mrs. Williams.”“Well, I couldn’t just stand and watch you and every other staff lose their jobs for something I know I can take care of,” Isabelle replied with an assuring tone.Dr. Kim was still boiling in worries knowing that the young lady didn’t understand the grave consequences of her actions – what she was getting at. However, in her expression, she was grateful for her brave intervention.“You really did save our jobs. Thank you, Mrs. Williams, but this is a big risk you're about to take,” Dr. Kim said. “This contract comes with conditions that may not sit well with you. It’s not like the surrogacy you have known of.”This c
Dr. Kim was led to Isabelle’s room by the receptionist as she arrive the hotel where the former was lodged last night. Disbelief and shock swept across her features as she met Isabelle’s gaze.“Oh god!” she exclaimed. “Are you okay? Do you need anything?”Isabelle’s looks clearly showed she needed help. Even though it was morning, her face was pale, dark lines swept beneath the corners of her eyes. “I’m okay, Dr. Kim,” Isabelle said, trying to fake a smile. “Don’t worry about my looks. It’s probably all about last night. I’ll be fine. Meanwhile, I’m divorced. The papers were served last night. So, you can call me Mrs. Bricks from now on.”“Was it because of this?” Dr. Kim asked worryingly.“No, not at all. It’s a long story and I…don’t worry, doctor. I’m fine now.” Isabelle tried to narrate the story of ordeal to Dr. Kim, but in second thought, decided not to. Even after divorce, she was still protective of her ex-husband's image. Dr. Kim wasn’t satisfied with that, but time to atte
Isabelle was already in the kitchen to make herself a cup of coffee very early in the morning. The thought of the nightmare stole the remaining iota of sleep from her eyes. Bridget walked in a minute later to make her breakfast.“Good morning ma,” she greeted.“Good morning, Bridget, how are you?” Isabelle responded politely.“I’m fine, ma. What would you like to have for breakfast?”Isabelle, still putting up a smile, thought for a minute before answering. “Tofu Scramble Burrito,” she said, raising the cup of coffee to take a sip. “Let’s go the Mexican way,” she added.Bridget smiled and immediately got to work.After the breakfast, she showed her the way to Fernandez room. It was the next door after hers; the one with the sculpture of the head of a lion above its entrance door. There, Isabelle remembered the line in the contract that read, ‘you must not leave the house unsearched.’ He must’ve chosen the next room for her just to keep an eye on her.“Did you sleep well?” The baritone
Echoes of cheers and side whisperings from the excited guests saturated the hall. Isabelle’s heart raced like whirl wind, beating heavily inside her chest against the walls of its bony cage.It was an in-house party to celebrate one of Carlos’s business breakthroughs.As she stood beside Carlos, beaming with smiles mixed with uneasiness, he wrapped his arms around her waist possessively. The penetrating gazes of the guests with their furrowed eyes in shock pierced into Isabelle’s eyes as the reality of her situation sank in. She was now portrayed as the wife Carlos Fernandez – the ruthless billionaire.”Breathe, Isabelle,” Carlos whispered softly in her ears, his breath warm against her skin. He widened his teeth for a smile; an attitude that was unlike him. “Now, smile like you mean it.”Isabelle forced a smile slightly, subtle lines swept across her cheeks. She tried to maintain a steady composure. She had agreed to this charade in the first place, just that the suddenness seemed t
For a moment, a lingering hushed silence took over Carlos’s study, the tension was becoming palpable as he stared at Isabelle, his dark eyes flickering with mix of anger and something else, unreadable – could it be fear?Isabelle could feel her heart hammering against the walls of her chest as she struggled to find her voice. “I uh… I couldn’t sleep,” she stammered, taking a step back, scared to her bones by the rage in Carlos’s dark eyes. “I was just exploring and the door was open…”Carlos clenched his jaw, his voice took on a grave tone as he asked; “And did your exploration include rifling through my personal belongings too?”Isabelle’s eyes widened as she swallowed hard, noticing that she’d been caught. “I’m so sorry, Carlos, I didn’t mean to intrude your privacy. I just….”“You just what?” Carlos cut her off, not allowing her to complete the sentence, his voice sharp as a knife’s edge. “I see you want to play detective. Do you even have a slightest idea of what you’ve done?”Bef
"There should be something, anything," he murmured, continuously scrolling through financial reports and news articles from recent and past publications.Then his gaze fell on one headline: "Controversial Medical Research in Connection with Fernandez Holdings." His heart was thumbing hard against his chest, as he clicked on the article published about a week ago.The article discussed a series of allegations concerning unethical medical practices and court injunctions pointing to Fernandez Holdings. Though Fernandez Holdings denied having something to do with all that and described them as false information, the journalist hinted at some cover-up or hush money for those events."Bingo," Morris whispered; on his lips, there was a grim smile. He continued reading through the pages and other related articles in search of further information, following a trail of shell companies and offshore accounts that did unsuitably seem to link back to Carlos.The morning sun was already boring out t
The sun had long since set, the rays filtered across the room, as Isabelle slipped out of the Fernandez mansion. Her heart pounded toward each step. She pulled her coat tightly to her body for warmth and also to cover her growing belly. Pressing hard on her mind was the weight of her decision to meet with a woman whom she'd lost trust in.As she reached the venue for the meeting — the dimly lit park on the outskirts of the city that looked like a deserted area, Isabelle's nerves were on edge as the shock of the scary surroundings battled across her features. It seemed like every rustle of leaves made her jump, and every shadow seemed to hide a potential threat she couldn't seem to understand."Isabelle," a voice she knew too well called softly from behind a large oak tree. Allison emerged, her face half-hidden by a hoodie. "I wasn't sure you'd come."Isabelle steeled herself, trying to keep her voice steady, even as her heart was thumbing like it was going to escape its bony cage. "Yo