One

"Congratulations, Thalia, you're four months pregnant!" The doctor announced, beaming with a warm smile.

"...Rea...really?" She asked, tears continuously piling up in her eyes.

She was overwhelmed by the news. After three years of marriage with her husband, she's finally carrying his child.

Her husband, Franklin Blackwood, has always dreamt of them having a child, he loved kids so much and she's about to give him one.

Maybe this was a gift from God on their three year anniversary.

Right now, she felt like she was on top of the world. She was excited and couldn't wait to share the news with him.

"It's accurate, you and your baby are perfectly fine," He said.

"Thank you doctor, thank you." Tears streamed down her face –not tears of pain, but of joy.

"Would you like to hear the heartbeat of your baby?" The doctor asked and she nodded eagerly, wiping her face.

The doctor smiled and moved the transducer over her belly.

And there it was, she heard it, the small but steady heartbeats.

That was her child's heartbeat. The most beautiful sound she'd ever heard today.

After the ultrasound, the doctor gave her an envelope and the pregnancy test result.

She clutched onto it as if her life depended on it leaving the hospital.

She went home straight away, to plan a big surprise, to announce the good news. She believes her husband would be more than excited to hear that she's pregnant.

She was smiling and nervous. She couldn't wait any longer, to share the good news with her husband.

She called him but he didn't pick, something she couldn't describe washed through her, but she shook it off and dropped a text message. They had dinner plans tonight anyway.

He replied with just a "I'm busy. I might not make it"

She told herself he'd come, and he was just trying to pull her legs.

Two hours passed, she stole a glance at her wrist watch, it's almost ten PM.

The hall was elegant and dimly lit, the soft glows of candles reflecting off the polished wine glass.

A maid passing by glanced at her pitifully. She smiled, hiding the discomfort growing inside her.

Then, just as she was about to dial his number again, she heard his familiar footsteps.

A sigh of relief escaped through her lips, until she saw him.

Franklin entered, holding a hand, their fingers locked, her eyes traced back to the face. A beautiful woman dressed in a short gown that barely covered her thighs.

"Yulia.." The name fell from her mouth uncontrollably.

Her twin sister, she was supposed to be in Paris for her modelling job. Thalia was shocked to the bone marrow.

Franklin stopped in front of her, gazing at her coldly and Yulia seething with resentment.

"Thalia," He called her formally, not as sweet as he used to call her name.

Tears stung her eyes threatening to fall from her eyes.

"What's this?", Thalia glared.

Franklin smirked, he placed a light kiss on Yulia's lips before facing Thalia again.

"You know before I met you, she was the love of my life..

"I asked a straight question!" Thalia snapped.

Yulia grinned softly, holding Franklin's hand tightly as if he belonged to her.

"Thalia, you don't have to make a big deal out of it. The thing is Yulia and I, are dating for two years now." He said.

Her world tilted.

Two years.

Yulia was the first woman he met and fell in love with;she never accepted his proposal. And Thalia was there, he supported him all through his successes, scooped up the remnants of his downfall.

"And I'm pregnant with his child, the baby you couldn't give him all these years!" Yulia blunted.

"What?" She whispered, her voice barely audible.

"And very soon the Blackwood family will have an heir!"

" Frank, today is our third anniversary...." He cut her off flatly.

"Yes, I'm aware of that," He said with a detached tone. "Exactly why we chose today as the perfect time to tell you this."

Today?

On their anniversary?

Thalia fidgeted,he chose today of all days?

Thalia's chest tightened, she staggered backwardly.

It was never a mistake, it was deliberate, they did it intentionally.

A suffocating horror coiled itself around her heart. And she felt it,fear– not loud or sharp, but slow and devouring.

She's pregnant and her sister is pregnant as well for the same man. No, this is a nightmare, she blinked. But nothing changed.

"We were married and you were with my sister." She stated, clutching her stomach.

"I never loved you Thalia, I tried to move on when Yulia rejected my proposal but somehow I found her in my arms!" He raised his voice at her.

He never loved, so all his care, his attention, his love –were fake for good three years.

No. No. No.

She doesn't wanna believe it's really happening, maybe it's just a dream. She blinked, but nothing changed, it's real!

"Do not blame him for anything, Thalia, it's all your fault. Why would you marry him when you knew he loved me!"

Rage and heartbreak collided and she threw a loud slap across her face.

"You bitch! How could you do this to me?!" She yelled out angrily. Tears slipped from the corner of her eyes.

"Hey!" Franklin yelled and returned the slap immediately.

Thalia held her cheeks in her palm and Yulia smiled,even if the slap did hurt her.

"Baby, are you fine?" He asked with care.

"Frank, you slapped me!" Thalia cried,her voice cracked.

He didn't hesitate. "Yes, I'll do it again and again, if you hurt my woman!"

His woman? She was his wife!

That triggered her, her hands flew up in the air,and Yulia caught her wrist before it could land on Franklin's cheek.

He smiled, and she yanked Thalia's hands off roughly.

She staggered a bit.

“Don't you dare!” Yulia glared.

A sharp breath hitched in Thalia's throat, letting her tears stream down her face.

“He's my man, you have no right to touch him anymore. Get a hold of yourself, even if he chose me it's not the end of the world. Move on and get out of his life, he doesn't want you. You don't have to act slutty!” Yulia yelled out angrily, she took a deep breath then smiled, embracing him shortly.

"Thank you baby"Franklin kissed her forehead.

Then he looked up at Thalia angrily.

"Let's not drag this too much,Thalia," He said, dug his hand in his pocket and brought out an envelope.

"Sign them!" He threw the papers at her.

"What is this?" She asked with a shaky voice.

Yulia smiled like a fool.

"Divorce papers." He blurted coldly. His words trampled her heart on the marble floor.