“Congratulations, you're pregnant.”
Emily stared blankly at the doctor, wondering if she had heard right. “What?” “You're pregnant.” The doctor reiterated with a smile. A ball of joy went off in her heart. “Oh my God!! I'm pregnant..are you sure? Is this for real?” The doctor handed over the test results to her. “I'm sure. You're pregnant, Mrs Sterling.” She received the paper with trembling hands. It was right there. Her eyes went over the positive remark a million times. It didn't change. Emily jumped to her feet. “Oh my God!! I can't believe this, I'm really pregnant.” She could feel her tears of joy threatening to spill. The doctor only grinned at the excited woman. “I have to tell my husband. Thank you so much.” She was almost jumping as she left the Doctor's office. At once, she dug out her phone from her purse and dialed her husband's number. It rang while she drummed her nails against her thighs with impatience. One ring,two ,three and no answer. “C'mon Wesley. Pick up” she muttered loudly. Eager to deliver the good news, she called again. Still no answer. Emily sighed and scrolled through to another number. The other end picked up on the second ring. “Hello,Wesley Sterling's office. How can I help you?” a female voice rattled out. “Jamie, it's me,Emily.” “Mrs Sterling.” the woman answered in recognition. “Yes, Is Wesley in?” “No, Mr Sterling went home an hour ago.” Emily was surprised but it quickly turned to another wave of excitement. The universe was aligning for her. It would be so much better to tell him the news in person. “Alright.Thank you, Jamie” she said swiftly before hanging up. It took a lot of self-control not to straight-up run towards the parking lot. However, she managed to walk, grinning from ear to ear and not caring if people thought she was crazy. As soon as Emily was in the safety of her car, she let out an excited scream. It had been four years since she had married Wesley straight out of college. They had just celebrated their marriage anniversary a week ago and it was perfect. Wesley had gone all out with the fancy dinner and expensive bracelet. He was the perfect husband and he was about to become the perfect father. She felt giddy. Her pregnancy was going to be the best anniversary present ever. Emily smiled even more as she came across different billboards with Wesley's handsome face. In bold letters, the words became replaying: “FIVE DAYS TO THE RELEASE OF “MURDER ON THE BLOCK”.” “WATCH OUT FOR BESTSELLING AUTHOR,WESLEY- STERLING'S NEW BOOK.” The book wasn't even released yet but it had become the biggest sensation in the book community. Fans were itching with eagerness and even the editors had predicted it was going to be his biggest book ever. Emily felt a proud mama bear moment. No one except her and Wesley knew she was the brain behind all his books. Years ago, they had both met during their freshman year of college and became friends because of their shared love of books. Emily wanted to become a famous writer one day and so did Wesley. It didn't take long to realize they shared so much in common and most of their future dreams aligned. Before their second year, they were joined at the hip. By the time he asked her to be his girlfriend,it was no surprise that she said yes. Wesley submitted his first big manuscript during their final year. They both thought it was going to be a big hit but were surprised when it was sent back with horrible criticisms. Wesley took the fall hard and was almost drained of all his ambitions. He stopped writing and it broke her heart to see him so broken. Without his knowledge, she submitted her manuscript in his name. It was accepted. The contract money changed their lives forever. That same semester, Wesley proposed to her and they bought their first house. Over the years,they continued the arrangement of her being his ghost writer and every single one of his books were a hit. They had money,a nice house and a very good life. Except when his mother would frequently pop in to ask when she would give her grandkids. Jane had always been a thorn in her flesh. Since Wesley was her only child, all she wanted were grandchildren that would carry on the family name. Emily chuckled. Finally, the Good Lord had answered her prayers. She couldn't wait to see the look on Jane's face when she broke the news. The thought of her mother-in-law gave Emily a brilliant idea. She pulled over the car to the side of the road and picked up her phone. She giggled as she typed the message. “Please come over to the house, I have a very important announcement to make. Love you.” She forwarded the message to her whole family including Jane. Her heart leapt for joy when she saw Wesley's car parked outside the house. She quickly killed her engine and ran inside, ready to spill the news. He wasn't in the living room or the kitchen. She jogged up the stairs towards their bedroom. Emily was about to yell out his name when a sound made her stop in her tracks. Just when she thought she had imagined things, she heard it again. Her legs felt wobbly and her whole body seemed like it was about to shut down. With each step she took, the intimate sounds got louder. “No” she whispered to herself in disbelief. A sense of dread fell over her. She had to be imagining things. Wesley would never betray her. But as Emily came to a stop in front of her bedroom door,she knew the truth was staring her in the face. Engulfed by rage, she burst the door open,only to come face-to-face with a horror scene. Her husband was in bed with no other person than her sister…Alex’s povSitting by the bar with Ezra on a Sunday evening was not how I planned it but who cares? Plans change.I watched Ezra drink from a glass. He looked lost and wasn't acting like his usual self. On a normal day, he was bubbly and always told me to lighten up, but now, he looked like an extension of my own emotions.“Hey…” He turned to me, waiting for me to speak. “Are you…”“Ya, ya…” he answered the question before I could ask. “You don't look it…” I countered. He smirked, “Why would you say that?”“You are quiet. In a bar. That's not what you do.”He chuckled“So, let me ask again, are you fine?” He grabbed his glass of whiskey, “yes, I am. I'm just quiet, that's all.” I gave him a look but he shrugged.“Are you saying that I can't be quiet?” he
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