It was nightmare... The more she drives, the more she keeps remembering those days which give her goosebumps. She has to admit that - She still feels the same way. She wants to die. Each of those days when her mother was fighting to survive another day, to watch another sunset, her father was in her mother's bedroom. It was hard because the woman was her own teacher who used to bully her for being fragile. She had a difficult time when she was young to grow. She was late blood and it became the reason for that woman to bully her. She started getting taller than when she was fifteen. Before that age, she looked like a six years old girl. So she taunted her mentally and physically. Each way. When she found her father in the bed with that woman, she realized why that woman was so harsh on her. Why did she keep verbally, physically and mentally tortured her.? She remembered one day she wanted to complain against the teacher but her father told her to apologise for saying som
" Pregnant?' This word breaks the world over his head as the doctor just checked her and announced. He steps back, hand slowly leaves her unconscious body. " How long?" He asks, swallowing the pain. His heart is breaking at this point, loudly, terrifyingly and painfully " I can't say anything without blood tests. But probably five to six weeks!" The doctor replies while wrapping things up. Vincent remains silent there. As he doesn't know what he should think about it. Five to six weeks? He wasn't home last three months! " Thanks for coming. I will call you once she wakes up." " Do a blood test to know about the accurate He shakes his hand with that male doctor and watches him leaving. Right now, he is feeling utterly lonely. As if everything around him is crashing down. He is the last person alive. He doesn't want to return to the room for some reason. He needs answers but if he questions, this will be ultimate reason for her to leave him. What's happening
Not once, twice or thrice... Ten pregnancy kit have shown the double red lines on them. It's positive. She is pregnant and there is no way she can deny it. But how? Two weeks ago,. she had her period. Last three months, she didn't even get a kiss from her husband. There is no way she can get pregnant so fast because she didn't have any physical intimacy either. That night, after she cried out loud, He stopped. Even if it happened, it was impossible to get tested positive so fast. Pulling her hair, she grunts disappointedly. What's happening with her? What kind of game is fate playing with her? She doesn't know. There is no answer for this at all. Her eyes go to her reflection on the mirror. She looks worse. Since morning she can't stop throwing up. She hates any kind of scent. She hates to touch her belly as well. As if she is carrying some unknown illness within her. " Are you listening to me? Hello!" A soft voice of female comes from the sink where she threw the
" You are Downey." His dark gaze falls upon Emma's father who looks confused. The man in front of him is indeed Vincent Antonio. But right now, his appearance doesn't match that Man he met him yesterday. It's terrifying. As if he can break his neck without any efforts. His attention goes to that intimidating tattoo of tiger on his left hand that he didn't see yesterday. That scar across his eyebrow wasn't there as well. It looks like two different people with same face. " What's the reason for bringing me here at this hour?" Taking a deep breath, he questions. It takes his all strength to gather his courage to confront. But the smoke that Vincent releases hits his nostrils soon because of the southern wind. In the middle of the highway with no car at this hour, he can't trust this Man before him. A gangster like Man with ten bodyguards around him, Mr Downey can't help but regret for leaving the house. He thought he would be able to make him cough up some money using hi
- Vincent- Five years ago, I met this woman for the first time. Before meeting her, I had a very small talk. Because Sia wanted me to talk to another girl who might want to marry me. I owe Sia. Twenty years ago, when I was choked under the bathroom by my drunk father, she was the one who saved me and took a wound that left a deep scar on her body. So, I owe her a life. But there is no romantic feelings, no desire to love her forever. Five years ago, I was lost in a life that gave me a good amount of money but no interest to live. The Man who helped me to build a business with him, suggested to have an heir who will inherit the wealth of mine. A wife or a child can lit up the darkness of my life. There was no one in my life to give that cold heart of mine. I didn't want to go around and find a gold digger as well. Sia was closer one. So I asked if she has any interest in marrying me. Not because I loved her. Because she was the only woman in my life and I trusted
Emma's eyes open when she feels a cold hand on her forehead. Although the stomachache has subsided, the nauseousness is killing her. She wants to throw up but her body somehow isn't giving her support. " You are having fever. Did I go hard on you last night?" Vincent pecks her forehead and places the ice bag on. His voice is calm and usual. But the moment her vision gets clear, his face appears before her eyes, last night becomes clear. It was hell. She never thought she would experience something awful no matter what. Vincent's appearance to his tone, it was all new. As if some gangster was attacking her. She grabs the blanket and tries to tuck under it. But Vincent grabs it without letting her do so. " It's time for breakfast. I prepared breakfast. So don't go to sleep again!" The tone is soft and warm. Like before. But she remains silent. She doesn't want to see that side of him. It terrifies her. She slowly tries to sit up but - " Ow!" She hisses in pain. H
She had given her everything to gain the freedom. A life to live. Now she is once again under someone's control, someone's clutch. Once again, that familiar suffocating feelings. She can't avoid it. She gazes far away into the cloudy sky. Her eyes are lost in those birds' wings, that flap constantly and freely. Her breath gets stronger and heavier. An usual strong pain in her stomach. Few weeks ago, she found out she was severely depressed. Because of this, she got an ulcer. But the doctor never mentioned anything related to her pregnancy. She still can't find the answer. She never had any one night stand. She didn't even go to anywhere except for Keya's. Keya doesn't have any male friends and she doesn't drink alcohol. So she doesn't throw any kind of party where her friends might bring men. Here, in this house, she lived alone last three months. No male colleagues even got closer to her. So she doesn't know what happened. But whatever it is and whatever has happened, her
" We are heading to airport and then I will hear your explanation!" Taking a U-turn to drive to the airport, Keya coldly speaks. Emma just nods, hanging her head down. If in this world, she can rely on anyone, it's Keya. But she never told that Vincent has by hurting her. Not even about the ongoing divorce issues. She didn't want to burden her or her family once again. But right now, Keya's mood isn't good either. They have their own code for safety. If anyone can't call each other or message each other once a day or two, they must visit their house or sending someone who can help with the information. Sending the cleaning lady was Keya's idea since she hasn't met Vincent ever. She trusted Emma's choice but kept her distance from any of her male friends. But right now, she is regretting not meeting Vincent and understand what kind of guy he is. " We will get something to eat from subway once we are there. Where is your phone?" She asks, Emma pinches her own hand an