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Chapter 8

Author: Palma W
Less than a month later, Vicky officially moved in.

With her pregnancy to lean on, she grew more and more demanding.

Every time she and I were in front of Ryan, she had to win. My bedroom, a piece of jewelry, she wanted it all. If Ryan hesitated for even a second, she would collapse into tears and threats.

"I don't want to live anymore. I'll take the baby down with me."

She pounded her own belly, sobbing.

Ryan panicked. He rushed to hold her, murmuring soft reassurances.

"Okay, okay, you can have it. It's all yours."

Then he came to placate me.

"She's pregnant and insecure. These are just material things. Elena, don't let it bother you."

Of course I wasn't going to let it bother me.

I was leaving soon anyway. I couldn't take any of it with me.

I moved to the side room on my own, for some peace.

The room was small.

A bed, a desk, a chair.

Dust on the windowsill, moss in the corners.

The caretaker offered to clean it.

I told her not to bother.

It wasn't like I'd be here much longer.

But even peace was apparently too much to ask.

One afternoon I was sitting in the window, letting the sunlight in.

Vicky came.

She wore a pink dress, her belly just beginning to show.

She stood in the doorway watching me.

"Quite relaxing, aren't you."

I said nothing.

She walked over and stood in front of me.

She looked down at me from above.

"You know what? He stays with me every night now."

"He says he worries about me more than he worries about you."

The next day, she fell into the water.

Right in front of me.

She walked to the edge of the small ornamental pond in the courtyard, turned and looked at me for a moment.

Then her foot slipped and she went in.

"Help, help me, why did you push me—"

She thrashed in the water, her voice shrill and anguished.

By the time Ryan arrived, she was still splashing.

He jumped straight in without even taking off his coat.

When he finally got her out, Vicky was doubled over, clutching her belly, sobbing in great heaving gasps.

"She, she pushed me, she pushed me—"

Her tears fell in big drops, her nose pink and raw. She looked utterly pitiful.

Textbook framing job.

I wanted to laugh, but I couldn't find it in me.

Ryan stared at me, hard. He cared about that child very much.

After a long moment, his eyes went dark, his voice low and rough.

"I know you didn't do it."

"Elena, you're my wife. I know you. You would never lower yourself to something like this."

I lifted an eyebrow.

A flicker of warmth I hadn't felt in a long time.

But the next second, it went cold.

"But she threatened the baby. That means she's actually scared of you. Elena, apologize to her. Just give her this one."

I laughed. Tears ran down my face.

"Ryan, what is wrong with you?"

He closed his eyes and sighed long and slowly.

"I know I've wronged you. But Elena, I don't have a choice. She's demanding you pay for this—"

"Pay how?"

He hesitated. Looked away.

"She says if you sign a statement saying you voluntarily agreed to participate in her research experiments, she'll let this go. She won't take it further."

"Elena, it's just a signature. Can't you just think of it as keeping her happy?"

Everything in me turned to ice.

"Ryan. You know what she wants to use me for in her experiments."

The days had blurred together, and I had almost let myself forget.

There was a time when I had almost been about to have a child.

It didn't last a month before it was gone.

Because of the time Vicky had tampered with my water.

That allergic reaction hadn't destroyed my skin, but it had permanently damaged certain reproductive functions of my human form.

A mermaid in human form is fragile to begin with. That time, the damage went too deep.

"I know. I failed you—"

He was hunched over the table, knuckles white where they pressed into the surface.

He looked as though he were in agony.

I noticed, only then, how much he'd wasted away since Vicky had moved in.

Dark circles, hollowed cheeks.

"Elena, I know she has no limits when it comes to her research. But you're different. You're educated and kind and patient and understanding."

"And given your condition, you're not really in a position to try again for a child anyway. I can't stand by and let her cause trouble, let her destroy this baby too."

"Just this once. If you go along with her this time, she's promised me she'll take care of herself from now on. She won't make things hard for you again."

"Elena, I'm begging you. Her child will be yours too. Just do it for..."

I couldn't stand listening any longer.

I slapped him across the face.

I stepped up close, and said it one word at a time.

"Ryan. You make me sick."
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