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Chapter 4: Miracle Baby
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2025-10-29 12:28:55(Elara's POV)
The hospital room smelled sharp of bleach and antiseptic. The cold air stung my skin as I sat on the crinkling paper of the exam table, my hands twisting nervously in my lap. Jane’s arm rested gently around my shoulders, a quiet comfort in the sterile space. The doctor was short and kind, her eyes soft behind her glasses. She flipped through her notes, then looked up with a gentle smile playing on her lips. “Miss Elara, you’re seven weeks pregnant.” My breath caught and my heart seemed to stop beating. Pregnant. The word hit me like a wave crashing over and over. My hands flew to my mouth, and my eyes grew wide and tears rolled down. “Seven weeks? Me?” My voice cracked, barely a whisper. For years, I had been mocked and laughed at by my so-called family and my husband. Yet here I was, carrying life inside me. I laughed through trembling sobs, holding my belly like it was the most precious thing in the world. “A baby... I’m going to have a baby.” Jane bounced on the spot, clapping her hands softly like a child bursting with joy. Her face was bright, flushed, her laughter light and amazed. She looked at me with wide eyes full of happiness. “This is real. You’re going to be a mom! I’m so happy for you.” The doctor handed me a small bottle of prenatal vitamins and spoke softly. “Take one every day. Make sure you rest well. Stress can increase the chance of miscarriage, so try to stay calm. Come back in two weeks for a follow-up.” I nodded quickly, still crying quietly, holding the little bottle like a treasure. A baby. My baby. Suddenly, the world felt new again, like I could finally breathe without pain. Back at Jane’s apartment, I couldn’t stop smiling. We sat on her couch, I started bouncing like a child too excited to sit still. The tea sat forgotten on the table. “Jane, it’s a miracle. Seven weeks. I’m going to be a mom!” I laughed while tears still ran down my cheeks. “I have to tell James. I’m going home. He needs to know. This changes everything.” Jane’s smile faded fast and her eyes narrowed. She leaned forward, voice sharp. “Home? To James? Are you serious? After what he did? Protect your peace, girl. Stay here. I shook my head quickly. “You don’t understand. You’re not married. You don’t know what it’s like, the ups and downs, the fights that tear you apart but somehow pull you closer.” “Marriage is messy. Yes, he cheated. But one big reason is gone now, I’m pregnant. Now I’m carrying his child.” “This is what he always wanted. I’m getting my husband back. He’ll be so happy. We’ll be a family again.” Jane stood up and began pacing quickly, knocking a pillow off the couch in frustration. “Happy?” she snapped. “Elara, wake up! He fucked your stepsister in your bed! Shoved divorce papers in your face like you were nothing. Kicked you out with bruises on your arm. He’s not waiting for you with flowers and apologies. He’s trash, a user who drained you dry and threw you away. And you want to run back? For what? More lies? More pain? Think about it.” Tears welled up in my eyes again. I stood up, my voice trembling as my hands moved wildly. “You think I haven’t thought about that? Every second since the doctor told me? But this baby… this little miracle inside me… it’s proof.” “Proof that I’m not broken. James will see that. He has to change. We’ve been through hell years of tests and fights over my so called ‘barren’ body. This fixes everything. Ibfeel it.” My voice cracked as a sob escaped. I clutched my belly tightly, tears streaming fast and wild. “Don’t you see I'm nothing with him. I love him. I love him even now.” Jane stopped pacing and knelt before me, tears streaming down her cheeks. Her voice cracked as she gripped my hands tightly. “listen to me—really listen. I love you like my own sister. I’ve watched you disappear, giving yourself to a man who left almost nothing behind.” “The strong girl from college, the one I knew is gone. He killed her. And now, with this baby, you’re risking everything on a man who won’t look back. Protect your peace. Stay here. We’ll figure this out together. You don’t need him.” I yanked my hands free, anger clashing with hurt. My breath came in ragged gasps. “You say that because you’re single, you don’t know what it means, the way marriage binds you, even when it hurts.” “Yes, fights happen. Yes, cheating is awful. But it’s not the end. Not with a child coming.” “He’ll be thrilled. He’ll beg me to stay. We’ll try again. A real family.” Sobs seized me, knees weak. I sank back onto the couch, wrapping my arms around myself. “Please, Jane, this baby deserves a dad. I deserve my husband back.” Jane knelt before me, face full of pain. She wiped my tears softly. “Oh, honey, I understand the dream. But dreams don’t slap you, cheat on you, or cast you away.” “He’s poison. What if he never changes? What if he hurts you again or worse. For once, choose yourself.” I shook my head slowly and pulled away, voice barely a whisper through sobs. “I can’t. I have to try. For us.” I grabbed my purse, the divorce papers crumpled inside. My legs wobbled as I stood. Jane reached to catch me, tears streaming too. I stepped back. “I love you, Jane. But this is my life. My choice.” She followed me to the door, voice breaking with love and fear. “Elara, please… you’re worth so much more.” I hugged her quickly, tears mingling on our cheeks before I pulled away. “I’m doing this. For my baby. For us.” I stepped out, heart pounding, Jane’s sobs fading behind me. The cab ride was a blur. My hand never left my belly, whispering promises. “It’s going to be okay, little one. Daddy will love us. We’ll all be together again.” But as the building grew closer. A huge poster covered the glass doors: WILL YOU MARRY ME, MEL? I froze in the seat, my legs suddenly too heavy to move. James and Mel engaged? My heart shattered again. But my hand pressed hard against my belly. This baby would fix it. This joy was stronger than their lies. I drew a shaky breath and stepped out of the cab. The storm waited, but I held on to hope. My fingers shook as I paid the driver, each motion numb and mechanical. I stepped inside, heart hammering fiercely, clinging to that fragile thread of hope. My palm clacked sharply on the polished marble, awkward and out of place in my wrinkled skirt and tear-streaked face. I felt their stares burn into my skin, but I forced my spine straight. My purse gripped tight, the divorce papers crushed inside grounding me. Then I saw her. Claudia, my stepmother. Dressed in a red gown that screamed power and poison. Her black hair shimmered like a predator’s coat. Her lips curled into the sneer I had feared since childhood. She locked eyes with me across the room. Her gaze narrowed to slits filled with venom. She glided toward me, blocking my path like a fortress of malice.
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