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“You’re pregnant,” the doctor told her.
Miss Vale sat frozen on the examination table. Her heart pounded against her ribs—not just because of the pregnancy itself, but because of what the doctor said next. Something that instantly changed everything. “What do you mean there are two heartbeats?” She couldn't believe her ears, staring blankly as her chest heaved. The doctor looked up from the monitor, eyebrow raised. “Miss Vale, do you have a history of twins in your family?” She didn't utter a single word through the remainder of the examination. Seeing her stunned silence, the doctor suggested a second, more thorough scan just to be 100% sure. “Miss Vale, you seem shocked,” the doctor said gently, pausing. “Were you not expecting or planning this pregnancy?” She couldn't respond. The doctor’s voice sounded muffled, as if underwater. Her mind was racing, drowned out by one desperate, overriding thought: I need to get an abortion before anyone finds out. As the second vaginal ultrasound began, terror gripped her. Her mind prayed silently that the first result was a mistake, while simultaneously searching for options to terminate the pregnancy immediately. She didn't even want to call the man she assumed was the father. In her mind, this pregnancy was a disaster that should never have happened. He wouldn't take responsibility anyway—he would demand the fastest abortion possible. “Miss Vale, would you like to look at the screen and see the development of your babies?” the doctor asked, enthusiasm clear in his eyes. All she registered was the word babies. Plural. A grim confirmation. “Here is the first child... and right here is the second,” the doctor announced, beaming. “Congratulations, you are carrying twins.” A cold realization settled over her. She knew then that she had to speak up. The doctor began listing off recommendations—prenatal multivitamin gummies, appointment schedules, and routine evaluations necessary for a healthy pregnancy. She didn't hear a single piece of advice. Right before she gathered her belongings to leave, she stopped. “Doctor... can I ask you a question?” Pleased to finally see her engage, the doctor smiled. “Yes, Miss Vale, please go ahead.” “What happens if I don't want to give birth to these children? I want an abortion.” The doctor's smile faded into concern. “Miss Vale, this is a miracle. God has given you two blessings at once. That is rare. Furthermore, based on your medical history and the traces of fibroids in your uterus, this might be your only chance. You might never be able to conceive again.” “The father of these children is someone I have been having an affair with for five years,” she confessed, her voice tight with desperation. “It is a forbidden affair. If anyone finds out about these children, they will be cast out as social pariahs. If our love is exposed to our family or society, we will both be banished. Please... just give me the name of a clinic that can perform the procedure.” “Miss Vale, an abortion under these conditions could kill you.” Death was the least of her concerns. Nor was she afraid of losing her fertility—she already had a teenage daughter from her marriage to her ex-husband. “I honestly don't care,” she replied coldly. “I want an abortion.” The doctor leaned back, studying her carefully. “Miss Vale, I have been your physician since you first came to me wanting to start a family. Is this the same man you were actively trying to conceive with... or is there someone else you’ve been sleeping with?” The question hit her like a physical blow. A chilling new possibility rushed into her head: the twins might not belong to the man she thought. Seeing her pale face, the doctor offered a path forward. “A prenatal DNA test can be performed safely while you are still pregnant. Before we discuss terminating this pregnancy, I strongly suggest we run a DNA test to confirm who the father actually is.” A heavy dread sank into her chest. To get an accurate answer, she would have to convince both men to submit to a DNA test. And even worse... there was the horrifying possibility that the twins didn't just belong to one of them, but had two entirely different fathers.Standing in the sterile hush of Room 308, Ryan’s chest heaved as a cold, familiar dread washed over him. The terrifying memories of his interrogation by the village elders after her mother’s burial flooded back with agonizing clarity. Miss Vale had stayed safely behind in Nairobi, threatening lawsuits from her corporate high-tower, leaving a younger, terrified Ryan to face the firing squad alone.He vividly remembered sitting before the strict council of elders, sweating beneath their relentless, ruthless gaze."Ryan! An intimate relationship between first cousins is an unforgivable sin—an abomination and a curse upon our entire lineage!" one traditional elder had roared, slamming his staff onto the dirt floor. "We will not allow it! We will send emissaries to Nairobi to warn Vale directly, and if this blasphemy is true, we will banish you both from this community forever!"Back then, as a young man, Ryan had never fully grasped the devastating social repercussions of his affair with
After the quiet, frantic intimacy on her late mother’s favorite armchair, Miss Vale and Ryan fell fast asleep in each other's arms, blissfully unaware of the ticking clock. Morning arrived much faster than either of them anticipated.In the shadows across the living room, their aunt lay wide awake, her heart pounding with raw shock and disgust. She had spent the entire night frozen in the dark, desperately hoping what she was hearing was just a terrible nightmare. Pleading with God to let the night end quickly, she waited in agonizing silence, eager for dawn so she could expose the blasphemy committed inside her late sister's home.The moment the first pale light of morning filtered through the windows, the aunt slipped quietly out of her chair without a word. Bypassing the sleeping couple, she unlatched the living room door, stepped through the main entrance, and ran down the dirt path to a nearby relative's house, weeping hysterically."I can't believe my own eyes!" she sobbed, clut
The community’s suspicions hadn't started overnight—their roots stretched back to the darkest weeks of Miss Vale’s life, beginning the moment her mother fell gravely ill and ultimately passed away. Her mother had been her absolute world, her anchor, and losing her shattered Miss Vale to her very core.By then, her divorce from David was already finalized. Overwhelmed by the crushing grief of watching her mother’s health deteriorate in the hospital, Miss Vale had instinctively run straight into Ryan’s arms seeking comfort. Throughout the agonizing weeks of hospital visits, her mother's death, and the grueling burial preparations, Ryan became her hidden confidant—her desperate escape.After spent long, exhausting days handling hospital bills and organizing logistics, Miss Vale would escape to Ryan in the quiet hours of the night. Whenever the depression threatened to pull her under, she would make a single frantic phone call. Ryan was always ready. They would meet, strip away the grief
"What does that mean, Doctor?" Miss Vale asked, her voice trembling with intense concern. "Is my life in danger... or is it the pregnancy?""You don't need to panic just yet, Miss Vale," Dr. Trevor reassured her gently, resting a hand on the edge of her bed. "The pregnancy is completely safe if David is the father. However, if the babies happen to belong to Ryan—considering that you are first cousins and share the exact same rare blood line—this becomes an exceptionally high-risk dynamic. There is a strong possibility of severe genetic complications or congenital handicaps. It is a well-documented medical reality in communities where consanguineous relationships occur.""Oh God, no..." Miss Vale whispered, tears welling in her eyes as a wave of terror washed over her. "I don't want a innocent child to suffer for the mistakes I made...""Everything is going to be alright, Vale," Dr. Trevor comforted her smoothly. "I will monitor your progress closely over the next month. If at any poin
Dr. Trevor arrived at the hospital early, heading straight to his office to pull Miss Vale’s charts. He wanted to review her night-shift vitals, check how her body was responding to the hydration therapy, and ensure the blood transfusion was integrating smoothly. As he walked down the quiet corridor, he silently prayed for a peaceful morning. He hoped Miss Vale was resting comfortably and that the hospital would stay far away from any emotional drama today.As he stepped out of his office toward the emergency wing, a nurse rushed up to him, her face flushed with anxiety."Doctor Trevor! There’s a loud confrontation in Room 308," she reported quickly. "A young man snuck in during early visiting hours, and he and Miss Vale are shouting at each other."Dr. Trevor’s stomach dropped. Not again...He knew instantly it wasn't David. David was far too level-headed to start a screaming match with a frail patient at dawn. It could only be one person: Ryan.Breaking into a fast march down the ha
"Oh Lord, why...?" Miss Vale gasped, her breathing heavy as sheer terror gripped her chest at the sight of him. "What are you doing here, Ryan?! Is there no security in this hospital?!"Panic seized her, and she opened her mouth to scream, "Security—!"Before the word could fully leave her lips, Ryan lunged forward, slamming his palm tightly over her mouth to muffle the sound. "Stop! I won't be long! Just give me a few minutes!"He pressed his hand down so hard against her face that she fought for air, her lungs burning until, in a desperate surge of strength, she clamped her teeth down hard on his skin."Ouch!" Ryan hissed, snatching his hand back to reveal a red bite mark on his palm."Are you here to kill me?!" Miss Vale shouted, her voice trembling with fury. She wanted him gone—erased from her sight forever."Why would I kill you, my love?" Ryan replied smoothly, nursing his hand with a dark smirk. "The last time I checked, you were the one who tried to run me over with your car.







