Mag-log in***Emma's POV***
I sat in front of the doctor’s desk, many thoughts swirling in my mind.
“Doctor, what is wrong with me?”
I had undergone some tests immediately upon entering the hospital, including a pregnancy test. Now I sat nervously, waiting for the doctor to predict my fate.
“Ma’am, you need to calm down. Nothing is wrong with you,” he said, picking up the file in front of him. “From the tests we conducted, it shows that you are four weeks pregnant.”
Many emotions erupted in my chest; relief, joy, and hope. I opened my mouth to speak but couldn’t utter a word. Finally, after four years of marriage, I had something to show for it. I was finally pregnant. Tears of joy fell from right?” I asked, wiping my tears. “There’s a baby inside me?”
The doctor nodded. “I’m guessing this is your first pregnancy?” he asked, lifting his gaze from the file.
“Yes, yes, this is my first pregnancy.”
“Okay…” He leaned forward. “Earlier, you complained about bleeding, weakness, and pain in your lower back. We aren’t sure yet if it’s because of the pregnancy or something else.” He adjusted his glasses and continued, “I’m going to give you some medications now, but you have to come back in a week for further tests.”
A dreadful feeling rose inside me, but I buried it immediately. Right now I have to focus on the good news.
“Okay. Is there anything I need to do to make sure the baby is alright?” I asked.
“All you need to do is take your medications, avoid stress, and always get proper rest,” he answered, handing me a piece of paper and the pregnancy test result. “Go to the pharmacy and pick up these medicines. The instructions on how to take them are written there.”
I took the paper and thanked him before stepping out of the office. Mrs. Wilson approached me immediately.
“Mrs. Brooks, what did the doctor say? You’re pregnant, right?” she asked, holding my hands.
I nodded, tears returning to my eyes. Before I could stop myself, I hugged her.
“I’m pregnant. I’m finally pregnant… I have a baby inside me. I’m not barren… I’m going to have a baby,” I cried out, releasing all my deep-buried emotions.
Mrs. Wilson patted my back gently without saying a word. After calming down, I wiped my tears and released her from the embrace. She looked a little flustered. Well, I understood, she was the chief maid, and we weren’t that close.
Awkwardly, she took the paper from my hand.“Why don’t you call the young master while I go buy your meds?” she said hurriedly.
“Oh yes, I almost forgot. I’ll meet you at the hospital entrance,” I replied, taking out my phone.
Mrs. Wilson nodded and left. I suddenly became nervous. What if Daniel doesn’t want this baby? It was always his mom, Susan, who pressured me. No, no… he would be happy. Before we married, he always said he wanted to have many children. He loved children.
Moving toward the exit, I finally dialed his number and held the phone to my ear anxiously. Suddenly, I heard a familiar ringtone. Instinctively, I looked toward the sound and froze.
Daniel was standing beside a woman. He was holding her hands and speaking softly in a way that looked like he was consoling her. The woman was sitting down, and a nurse was tending to a wound on her leg.
I stood there, staring at them dumbly. The way Daniel was looking at her, the way he was coaxing her, it all seemed strange. I hadn’t seen that side of him throughout the four years we’d been married. A bitter feeling rose in my chest.
I tried to see the woman’s face, but his body was blocking her. I dialed Daniel’s number again, hoping he would step away so I could see her face. Instead, he looked at his phone, his face showing irritation as he rejected the call.
My heart sank. Why wouldn’t he pick up my call? As I was still contemplating what to do next, Daniel bent down and scooped the woman into his arms. He turned and started walking in my direction.
I stood rooted to the ground, not knowing whether to hide or approach them. As Daniel came closer, he finally noticed me. I watched as his face turned sour, as if he were irritated. The woman in his arms must have noticed his sudden change in mood because she lifted her face, initially buried in his chest, to look up at him.
Another wave of shock swept through me. Rachael Adams, my stepsister, Daniel’s first love.
What was she doing here? When did she come back? Wasn’t she supposed to be abroad? And most importantly, why was Daniel with her? They had broken up before our wedding, so why was Daniel carrying her in his arms as if she were some fragile creature that couldn’t afford to be broken? These thoughts relentlessly flooded my mind.
Rachael followed Daniel’s gaze, and her eyes gleamed. A mocking smile appeared on her lips before she immediately changed her expression. I watched as her face lit up and a fake smile replaced the mocking one.
“Emma, is that you?” she shouted enthusiastically. “Daniel, put me down quickly. Let me greet my sister,” she said, tapping Daniel’s chest.
“No, there’s no need for that,” he replied, shifting his gaze from me to her. “Your ankle is injured. There’s no need to strain it again.”
Rachael pouted, putting on a childish face. Daniel ignored her and returned his gaze to me.
“What are you doing here?” he asked impatiently.
I stared at him, anger crawling inside me. Why was he looking at me like that? Was he not the one with a woman in his arms?
“I told you I wasn’t feeling well during breakfast,” I replied, sadness slowly enveloping my chest. Why couldn’t he just care for me?
He seemed a little embarrassed but immediately put back his expressionless face.
“So what is wrong with you? Have you seen a doctor?” he asked. I could tell he was barely interested.
I clutched the test result in my hand and opened my mouth to answer, but Rachael suddenly interrupted.
“Emma, are you okay? Is there something wrong with your body?” she asked, putting on a concerned look.
I looked at her, feeling more nauseous at the fake concern.
“Nothing is wrong with her. She likes doing too much work, so she’s stressed. You don’t have to worry about her,” Daniel stated before I could even speak.
“Oh, in that case, Emma, you don’t have to stress yourself anymore. Now that I’m back, I’ll take over everything diligently,” Rachael replied shyly.
“What do you mean, take over?” I asked, confused.
“Haven’t Daniel told you yet?” she asked, surprised. “Daniel, why haven’t you told her?”
“I forgot.”
“Tell me what?” I asked, a bad feeling creeping inside me.
Daniel fixed his emotionless eyes on me. Then he spoke the words that shattered everything in me.
“We’re getting a divorce.”
Daniel was standing beside the elevator when I came out of the office at six."I booked a table for tonight," he said, taking my bag from my hand before I could stop him. "Just the two of us.""Why?" I asked, confused."Because I want to take my wife out to dinner. Is that so strange?"It was very strange. In four years, he had never taken me to dinner, not even on our wedding anniversary, and I was too surprised to answer. I wanted to say no, but a small, foolish part of me was curious. I nodded and followed him to the car, still wondering what was going on in his head.The restaurant was on the top floor of a hotel by the river, the kind of place people book months ahead. But when we walked in, the whole floor was empty except for one table by the window with candles on it. A chef in a white uniform came out to greet Daniel by name, and I stared at the empty room, then at him."Did you book the whole place?""You don't like being stared at." He pulled out my chair. "I remembered."
I deleted the message from my phone the next morning, then took it out of the trash and saved the photo in a folder instead. I already knew who sent it. Rachael stormed out of that restaurant with murder in her eyes, and a few hours later an unknown number sent me a picture. I wanted to show Daniel, but after the way he behaved over Mr. Hale, he would probably fire the man before asking a single question, and Rachael would simply cry and say she knew nothing.So I went downstairs and ate breakfast like nothing had happened.At lunchtime, I told Daniel I was going for a check-up with Dr. Hart. It was partly true because I had an appointment at three, but I used the back stairs and left through the side entrance, and in the taxi my heart was racing as if I was running away from something. For two weeks he had been sending soup to my desk and moving my chair closer to the window, and he never once asked why I kept pressing my hand against my side. Lying to him made me feel awful, but I
I was typing the Voss summary when Daniel stopped beside my desk. He wasn't looking at me. He was looking at the white roses sticking out of the bin."Why are my flowers in the trash?""The smell makes me nauseous.""You told me once that you like white roses.""That was four years ago. I don't like them anymore."I kept my eyes on the screen and carried on typing."Emma, look at me.""I'm busy.""I'm trying here." His voice dropped. "I'm trying to fix us. I sent flowers, I gave you a job, I moved Rachael out of the house. What more do you want me to do?"I stopped typing."I want you to stop acting like a bunch of flowers cancels four years, Daniel. You keep saying you're trying, as if I'm supposed to clap for you.""That's not what I'm saying.""Then what are you saying?"Two women from Accounting walked past with their files, slowed down when they heard us, and walked faster. I lowered my voice."I'm not doing this here.""Fine. Then answer me one thing." He folded his arms. "Why d
There were flowers on my desk when I arrived.White roses, a dozen at least, wrapped in cream paper. A small card was tucked between the stems.For the best assistant I've ever had. D."Aww," someone said behind me, in a voice that wasn't kind. "Look at that."I turned around.Two women stood by the printer with coffee cups in their hands. One was tall, with a sharp bob. The other was shorter and wore too much perfume. I had seen them both whispering with Rachael all week."Tiffany from Marketing," the tall one said, smiling. "And this is Cora.""I know who you are.""Do you?" Cora laughed. "Because we weren't sure you knew who anyone was. You just showed up.""I showed up on Monday. You've had five days to get over it."Tiffany's smile twitched. "Those flowers are lovely. Guilt always smells nice.""Does it?" I picked up the card and slid it into my drawer. "You'd know better than me. You've been apologizing to Rachael all week."Cora's mouth fell open. "Excuse me?""You are Rachael'
By Wednesday evening, the office had mostly emptied.The board meeting was on Thursday morning, and I had spent two days building the deck. Daniel would stand in front of eleven people and walk them through the quarter, and I wanted every page to be perfect. I had pulled the numbers from Finance myself. I had given the final layout to Rachael only to format and print, because she had complained all week that I wasn't giving her real work.I should have known better.I wasn't suspicious. It was habit. For four years I had checked everything three times before leaving it on Daniel's desk, because nobody else would. So at six o'clock, with my feet aching and my back throbbing, I opened the final file and started from page one.Page four was wrong.I stopped scrolling.Asia region revenue. The growth number said fourteen percent. I knew it wasn't fourteen. I remembered the Finance sheet, and the number was four.I opened the original file and put the two side by side.Four percent. Then f
The Brooks Group building was forty floors of glass, and I had only been inside it three times in four years.Every time, I was carrying lunch.This time Daniel held the door open and let me walk in first. The lobby went quiet. The receptionist stopped typing. Two men by the elevators stopped talking in the middle of a sentence."Good morning, Mr. Brooks," the receptionist said, standing up too fast."Good morning. This is Emma Brooks. She's starting today as my personal assistant.""Welcome, Madam.""Just Emma is fine.""Yes, Madam."I gave up.In the elevator, Daniel pressed the top floor. "They'll get used to it.""They're staring at my stomach.""You're not showing yet.""They're staring anyway."He didn't answer. I watched the numbers rise and tried to ignore the pull in my side. It had been quiet all morning. I had taken my pill with breakfast, and I was hoping it would last until lunch.---The top floor was a long hallway with grey carpet and glass walls. His office was at the
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