Cara’s POV
“Oh thank God you're here.” I can practically hear the relief in Doctor Mary's voice when I walk into her office once again. I study her for a few seconds as she rises from her chair. Asides the fearful expression written all over her face, her hair is in slight disarray and I can see the balls of sweat rolling down her forehead, even from afar.
“Cara, I cannot begin to explain just how terribly sorry I am about this. I didn't know until it was too late and I called you immediately I found out—”
“Doctor, what's going on?”
Doctor Mary ran her hands through her red hair and looked straight at me. “There was—There was a mistake at the lab during the insemination process.”
I feel my heart start to beat harder in my chest. Today has been a rollercoaster of emotions and if the doctor is about to say what I think she's going to say, I might just lose it, right here and now in her office.
“Are you trying to say I'm not pregnant?” I ask, deciding to jump the gun instead.
“What? No, no you are. That's not the problem. You see, the mix-up is that—well, there's no easy way to say this. But your eggs were fertilized with the wrong sperm cells.”
What?
I feel a sudden chill, like a wave of cold, descend down my spine.
“What?”
“I am so sorry about this.” Doctor Mary continues. “I didn't know.”
I study her again. She is growing more frantic by the second and understandably so. This was a grave mistake. One that could cost her her career.
“Mary.” I say, feeling her name roll down my tongue with unease, as I move closer to her. “Are you saying…Henry isn't the father of—”
“Yes.” Doctor Mary continues. “Yes. He's not the father.”
The chill down my spine grows almost tenfold as I continue to stare at the doctor. I'm in a daze, watching her go through a severe breakdown.
So Henry won't be the father of my baby after all. He'll only be the father of Patricia 's child and not mine.
The mere thought of it, causes me to almost crash into the floor but I quickly reach for the closest chair to me, leaning on it as quickly as I can.
“So, will Henry's sperm cells fertilize someone else's eggs? Do we know who this person is?” I ask anyway, dreading the answer. I've gone through enough calamities for one day. Might as well get it over with once and for all.
“That's the—other thing.” Doctor Mary says, staring at me. “The results indicated that Henry's sperm count is low. They can't fertilize an egg.”
The force threatening to push me into the floor grows stronger and I hold on to the chair with both hands.
“You were never infertile, Cara. Henry was.”
Oh God.
So he's not the father of Patricia's baby. It's medically impossible for him to be.
I try to shelve away any thoughts regarding my husband for now, especially after what he did to me a few hours ago. I look straight at the doctor, my eyes plain.
“So who's sperm cells did you use for me, Doc? Who's the father of the baby in my womb?”
Doctor Mary takes a deep and long breath. “I—I can't tell you that, Cara. It's privileged information.”
I let go of the chair and find the strength to walk closer to her, a determined expression resting on my face. “I'm carrying a stranger's baby in my stomach, Doc. We are way past privileged.”
Doctor Mary stares at me, her eyes bland and hollow. “It's—the sperm cells belong to Wesley Morano.
My heart skips a beat and a palpable alarm rings across my face. “Wesley Morano?”
Doctor Mary nods.
“Like—the Wesley Morano? The actual billionaire Wesley Morano?!”
Mary nods again.
Oh God. This mistake could cost Mary more than her license. It could cost her her freedom.
“Oh my God, you could be imprisoned for this!” I say, my worry for her slowly starting to grow.
“Yes! I know. Trust me I know.”
“Oh my God! It's freaking Wesley Morano. He's like the most influential billionaire in the state and I'm carrying his baby? Are you kidding me?!” I say, the words running out of my mouth like I'm being tortured with a hot knife.
No. No it can't be. I can't be carrying Wesley Morano's child. I just can't. It's quite literally impossible to be this unlucky in just one day.
“I already called him and he's on his way. He should be here soon. Cara, I don't know what to do.”
I feel a wave of shock settle in me. “Wesley’s coming here?”
Marynods gently. A chill runs down my spine.
Oh God. This is not going to end well.
Cara’s POVI stand still, watching Mary continue to break down as I register the news that Wesley Morano is on his way to the hospital. “Why do you even have his sperm cells in the first place? Or is that privileged too?” “No, he's—he’s looking for a surrogate. A consenting surrogate and we've been helping him find one for a while. He entered into a contract with the hospital and deposited some of his sperm cells with us.”“Oh my God, Mary, this is serious. And he's on his way?” Mary lowers herself onto the floor of her office, resting her forehead on her arms and I hear her start to sob gently. “I'm screwed, Cara. I'm really screwed.” I stare at her, worry and pity starting to slowly crash into me. Like me, Doctor Mary Snow is an orphan. In the two years I started to see her, we've grown close and had become really close friends. She's told me stories about the challenges and struggles she had to face while climbing up the medical doctor ladder. We became close friends because w
Cara’s POV“Oh thank God you're here.” I can practically hear the relief in Doctor Mary's voice when I walk into her office once again. I study her for a few seconds as she rises from her chair. Asides the fearful expression written all over her face, her hair is in slight disarray and I can see the balls of sweat rolling down her forehead, even from afar. “Cara, I cannot begin to explain just how terribly sorry I am about this. I didn't know until it was too late and I called you immediately I found out—”“Doctor, what's going on?”Doctor Mary ran her hands through her red hair and looked straight at me. “There was—There was a mistake at the lab during the insemination process.” I feel my heart start to beat harder in my chest. Today has been a rollercoaster of emotions and if the doctor is about to say what I think she's going to say, I might just lose it, right here and now in her office.“Are you trying to say I'm not pregnant?” I ask, deciding to jump the gun instead. “What? N
Cara’s POV“Henry, what are you doing?” I ask, staring blankly at him. I am beginning to realize slowly right now, the depths of hatred my husband has for me. “What part of she's pregnant do you not understand?” Henry's harsh words take me aback. I'm still standing in the middle of the room, shock and pure anger climbing into me with every passing minute. “You're going to take her own side over your wife?” I ask, staring at him—at his empty and brown eyes. I know, almost immediately in that moment, that whatever Henry felt for me before is long gone. “Do not bite more than you can chew, wife” Henry continues, the last word exiting his mouth with sheer contempt. “Ever since she told me about the pregnancy, she's become more important than you. At least she can carry a baby and not lounge around the house like a useless piece of garbage.” I feel my throat close up at Henry's harsh and pointy words. “At least garbage is useful sometimes for composting. You're more useless than garba
Cara’s POVTears of rage fill my eyes as I remain frozen by the door, unable to move. My husband and my best friend. I feel my throat close up even more as the thought sinks further into me. My husband and my best friend!How could they do this to me? How could he do this to me? Why? Why today of all days?I don't gather enough courage to break into the room. I don't want to face the aftermath of this. Their moans continue to grow louder and fill my ears even more, torturing the depths of my soul. Here I am, standing right at the door of my bedroom, unable to enter because Henry had decided to hurt me this much. Of course. It was why he decided to stay home today. Because he already planned to do this with Patricia today. And he thought I wouldn't find out, which I truly wouldn't if I didn't get the news about my pregnancy and rushed hom from work today. Their moans subside and now all I can hear are their loud and satisfied pants. It's like listening to nails on a chalkboard. Ev
Cara’s POV“Voicemail,” I said to the doctor, dialing his number again. The same thing happened again, and I drew my phone gently from my ear.“It’s fine. He’s home today anyway. I’ll just head home and tell him about it.”Doctor Mary nodded. “That’s better. Let him know I am truly happy for him—for the both of you. And I can’t wait for you to start your antenatal care. We have some of the best gynecologists that the state has to offer.”I nodded, the smile growing on my face as I rose from the chair and headed out.I was pregnant. I was freaking pregnant! It had finally happened after two harrowing years! I didn’t have to wait any longer.An utter sense of glee took over my entire body as I made my way out of the hospital and into my car. Everything around me was suddenly full of color for some reason, and I couldn’t help but enjoy the painfully mundane activities I was already used to. I drove out of the hospital parking lot and joined the highway, goosebumps still visible all over
Cara’s POV“Congratulations, Mrs. Stone. You’re two weeks pregnant.”My eyes blurred out as I heard the words drop from Doctor Mary’s lips. The same happened with my ears. It was like my mind disappeared, and I was unable to hear or see anything anymore. I could still feel my body, glued to the seat in the doctor’s office. I could still perceive the smell of the mild antiseptic around me. I could feel the wave of cold from the air conditioning fastened to the wall behind the doctor.But I couldn’t see or hear anything.“Mrs. Stone.” Doctor Mary’s voice echoed out to me, gently—quietly. I was still too dazed to answer. Was this really happening?“Mrs. Stone.” Doctor Mary called out again, her voice still distant and soft. A new kind of fear descended into me. What if I opened my mouth and it all went away? What if I woke up in my bed back home and found out it was all a dream?“Mrs. Stone!” Doctor Mary’s voice became louder and clearer, bringing me back to the present—to the doctor’s o