3 - More toture

Diane spunned around, cleaning off her tears with her cloth fabric, to see Nathan surprisingly.

Nathan was Michael's best friend whom she had only seen on countable occasions which were the few times in college, on their wedding day and the first time she had started working in Michael's company.

"It's you, Diane." He said as he stepped closer to her, smiling.

"What are you doing here?" She asked.

"Oh.. I was in the city. I was going to attend the Belmont's charity event tomorrow night. And somehow I found myself here and saw you. Said I would confirm if it was really you. Yunno,"

Diane nodded, "That's nice."

Nathan's eyes studied her stuff and his cocked an eyebrow up, "Everything good with you?"

"Yeah," She lied, clearing her throat. "I uh- I'll just get going now. It was nice to see you again."

Without looking back, she grabbed a bit of her stuff and flagged down a cab, running away from the embarrassment she felt.

She was now in her hotel room, the first night away from Michael and being on her own. The hotel room was nothing like the ones she used to stay in before Michael had cut her off financially. This was one of the mid ones with nothing special, only a ceiling fan, a desk and chair at a corner and a bed. She had always wondered how people stayed in this sort of place. And right now, she was experiencing it first hand, staring at the ceiling in lost thoughts.

Immediately, the inside of her cheeks got salty and she bolted to the bathroom, knowing what was coming next for her. She bent over the toilet and in the next second, her brunch was coming up her throat, out her mouth and into the toilet.

She felt weak and lots of thoughts started to cross her mind. She wondered if she was sick? Maybe she had gotten the flu from someone at work unknowingly or better still maybe she had eaten something bad.

But there was also a fourth thought that crossed her mind. One she didn't want to think of or put among the top list.

There was no way she could be. She thought to herself again, as she cleaned herself up and flushed the toilet. She was certain. Very certain. Michael hadn't touched her since a month after they had gotten married. He hadn't.

Well... except for the one night, exactly three weeks ago when he had come home drunk, made love to her consensually after telling her how much he loved her and had asked her why she wasn't the perfect wife. He had released inside her and had gotten off before the pleasure even pent up for her, and he had left her naked and hurt on their matrimonial bed.

She dragged herself to her stuff which were still sitting at the edge of the room and findled amongst it for a pregnancy kit which she always kept.

She took the test and started to wait impatiently, boring her eyes at the strip and tapping her nails impatiently on the sink.

Time seemed to travel slowly and she took deep breaths, clasping her hands together and letting the anxiety almost swallow her whole.

As soon as the time was up, she took a deep breath and prepared herself mentally before picking up the kit.

She didn't know what to think or how to feel about whatever results she was going to get, but one thing she was sure of, was that she wasn't prepared, come what may.

The vibrant double red lines stared back at her and she held her breath as her heart skipped a beat.

She was pregnant.

* *

It was the next morning, the sun woke her up through the hotel's blinds and she sat up, feeling like a train had just ran over her. She had decided to tell Michael that she was pregnant. He deserved to know. He was the father.

She dressed up, took a cab and made her way to the Belmont headquarters and to Michael's office.

As she stood at the hallways outside his office, preparing herself to face him, her hands fidgeting on the door knob and her heart pounding in her chest, she could hear a little noise coming from inside the room. It sounded like grunts and quiet moans.

Without thinking, she abruptly twisted the door knob and opened the door, then walked inside Michael's office room.

The sight she saw before her was Michael having his head thrown backwards, with his eyes shut and his right hand down his thighs.

Immediately he heard her come in, he opened his eyes. And as soon as his gaze fell upon her face, his expression switched from pleasure to irritation.

From inbetween his legs, Tiffany straightened up, wiping her mouth clean, smudging her lipstick and pulling her shirt over her shoulders.

"What's up, Mikey?" Tiffany asked, then turned around to see Diane standing in the office room, tears in her eyes. "Oh great, way to ruin a fun time." Tiffany commented with an eye roll.

Diane's gaze switched from Tiffany who had her chest still exposed, giving a clear view of her large breasts to Michael who sat indifferently, his expression growing to become angry.

"What are you doing here?" Michael thundered.

"Did you frame me up and act all those drama for this?" Diane asked.

"Don't be ridiculous, Diane. I made myself clear that I did not want to see you again." Michael replied coldly.

"How could you Michael? How could you?!"

"Oh of course the drama queen came with a bit more drama today," Tiffany replied slyly, pulling down her underwear and dropping it slowly and seductively on Michael's office table.

Michael walked to where she was, his shirt still a bit roughed up from the moment him and Tiffany had shared. She could almost not bear to look at him.

"I'm pregnant, Michael." She told him.