I stirred awake, my eyes fluttered open. Where was I? I raised myself to a sitting position and saw I was naked.
And there was someone beside me. I turned to see that this person had the blankets pulled over their head. It was none other than my husband.
I winced a little as my head throbbed. I shook him awake. "Hey, babe. Wake up."
He merely stirred but did not wake.
"Christian, get up. We slept through the party." I shook him.
The door opened just then. "What is going on here?"
I faced the door and paled. There was my husband standing on the doorway.
Who was this other guy?
"What are you doing, Hailey?" There was anger and hurt.
I opened my mouth and closed them back, feeling like a fish out of water. I blinked my eyes to be sure I was seeing clearly. I pulled down the blankets and gasped.
Fear squeezed tighter, apprehension crept up my spine. I could feel blood drain from my face.
"You cheated on me?!" Christian's boyish handsome face went taut in derision and betrayal.
"N-no, I..." Tears pooled. "It's not what you think. I swear, I did not." I shook my head vigorously, gesturing between this strange guy and me.
Feeling as lost and confused as I was, I hit the guy hard to wake him up. He finally opened his eyes with a yawn leaving his mouth.
"Last night was the best night of my life." He attempted to kiss my cheek.
I climbed down the bed, ensuring the bedsheet was wrapped tight around me. "Don't come close to me!"
"Who is this man?!" Christian's eyes had darkened with fury.
I wanted to speak but no words came out. I could only sob and tremble before him.
"Speak!" He hollered.
I jolted in both shock and fear. "I swear, I..." I sniffled. "I don't know him. I swear."
"And you!" Christian turned to the guy. "I'm calling the police on you right now."
As soon as Christian brought his phone out of his pocket to make the call, this strange guy gathered his clothes and ran out of the bedroom.
Christian tried to hold him back but he pushed my husband and fled the room. He gave me the deadliest glare, I could not utter a word.
All I could think of was how this had happened. My birthday was yesterday and Christian had thrown me a surprise party last night. I remembered drinking and having fun.
But I could not remember how this strange guy and I had ended up in my matrimonial bed.
"After everything I have done for you, Hailey. You decide to cheat on me. Why? Because you're the rich heiress while I'm the guy from the gutters?! Huh?! Is it because your family owns the wealth?!" One could see his pain.
Guilt hugged me tight, I took slow steps to meet him but he was not letting me close.
"Stop right there, Hailey." He eyed me, his expression was tortured. "I loved you Hailey. I might not have the money but I did love you...still do..I just...fuck!" He ran a frustrated hand through his hair and left the room.
I sank to the floor in shame and pain. What had I done to myself and to my marriage?
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"Pregnant?!" My hand trembled as I held the white and blue stick that had two lines.
It was not the fact that I was pregnant, it was the 'how' I got pregnant and 'who' got me pregnant. Ever since that incident, Christian had been angry.
He had only forgiven me three days ago and that was the last time he had sex with me. Three days old sex could not result to pregnancy so fast.
That incident had been a little over a month. Oh goodness! What would I do?
"Hey babe, what are you..." My husband walked into our bedroom and saw the stick in my hand. "What is that?"
Maybe I should have hidden it but there was no need. He had seen it. Moreover, how long would I have been able to keep it hidden?
"It's a ..uh...a pregnancy test strip." I stuttered, trying not to let him see how scared and nervous I was.
He had forgiven me, right? This would be easy to overlook too.
"Why are you using that, babe? We only just had sex three days ago." He chuckled as though he was finding it funny.
He probably was. Possibly thinking this was some kind of joke. Or silly prank. If only it was.
"Uh... y-yes, I k-know. It's just..you see..." How do I begin? Oh Christ!
He observed my face and every trace of amusement was gone. "You're not joking. You're pregnant? How come?"
"I think it's that drunken night with..."
"That strange guy. Hm." He completed for me.
"B-but you've f-forgiven me, right? We c-can raise this child as our own, right?"
He said nothing. Only stood and stared pointedly at me. I gulped, wondering what he was thinking in this moment.
"Cheating is not enough, Hailey. You had to get pregnant?"
"P-please, don't say it like that. I still don't remember how it happened. I-I'm s-sorry." I bit my lower lip hard and blinked my eyes equally hard to keep from crying.
"What will sorry do? The first child that's going to be coming into this home should be ours not the result of your cheating!" He jabbed an accusing finger at me.
"I-I'm s-sorry." It was all I could say. I had no excuses nor reasons to give.
"Are you really sorry?" He questioned, the anger that had been there few seconds ago dissipated.
"Yes." Hope bloomed. He was going to forgive me. We would raise the baby as ours.
"Abort it." He deadpanned.
"What?" I could not believe my ears.
"If you really are sorry, Hailey, you'll rid your womb of that child. I want you to carry mine and mine alone." His tone had taken on a softer edge, he drew closer to me, tracing my jaw lightly.
I loved my husband. I truly did. I had met him in college and loved him ever since. I married him shortly before dad died.
He was the only family I had and my world revolved around him. I would do anything he wanted me to. Just as he had requested to step in and handle the company my dad had left for me as his only child.
His multi-million legacy. This husband before me was handling it. That was how much I loved him and I had never refused him anything.
But this. This was different.
Tears ran down my eyes because this was the first time I would refuse him. "I can't do it, Christian."
THREE YEARS LATER...I stood outside in front the prison's huge gate, Zion and Zaya, still having their sibling rivalry, stood beside me. I paid them no mind. The day they would not argue, I would be genuinely worried. Jared stood beside me as I held a cardboard paper in view, waiting for her. "Where is she?" I questioned impatiently.Uncle Pete and Miss Nancy were home, they couldn't come because Miss Nancy had just put to bed a beautiful set of twin boys. The twin gene was really strong in the Johnson family. Celine was due at any moment. Funny right? Dylan had proposed a year after my wedding. Celine was expecting her first child but was advised to stay home and to stress as little as possible. That was what happened when your husband was a big shot doctor.The gates opened and there she was. I beamed.Zion and Zaya, now eight years of age, ran forward in unison, forgetting their meaningless squabble. "Aunt Denise!""Hey!" She opened her arms, stooping to hug them only they wer
When I finally came to, the first thing I heard was the steady beeping of the heart's monitor. I blinked reflexively as the bulb overhead hurt my eyes some. I tried to raise myself to a sitting position but a groan escaped my lips."Hailey." Someone rushed to the bed, helping me to sit up.It was Jared. "W-what happened? I had a dream. A weird dream." I told him, looking quite disoriented. "Really? What kind of dream was that?" He asked, tucking hair behind my ears. "I saw Zaya. Zion was holding her hand and they...they..." Emotions swamped me, making it difficult for me to continue speaking.I swallowed hard, trying to dislodge tears suck in my throat. He heaved a sigh. "It was not a dream, baby. Zaya is alive. I'm as shocked as you are but after uncle Pete and Miss Nancy explained all that happened, I am just thankful she's alive." Emotions rose to his throat. "No." I shook my head, not wanting to believe. "No, no. Zaya died. I saw her body. She...she laid there unconscious an
"Thank you Brenda, you did a superb job." I shook hands with the very pretty bartender dressed in revealing clothes as the cops threw handcuffs around the wrists of drugged, oblivious Philip and Derek.Finally, I did it. Actually, to be fair, I had help. Jared and me had tracked them to the location Denise had provided and it was true. I realized they frequented a rundown bar at this remote area and they were smart to because no one would have ever traced them here."It's my pleasure. Plus, the money was too good to pass up." She seemed pleased with herself. "Just a second." I left her to go get my checkbook and pen from my bag sitting in the car. I returned to her with these, wrote a figure and extended it to her. "This is thank you for a job well done."She took the check, her eyes bulged in both excitement and shock. "This is freaking much! What the hell do I do with so much money?"My eyes did a quick sweep of her work environment, then moved back to her. "You can pursue your dr
"I don't know why you brought me here. You could have come alone." I folded my arms, staring with a displeased expression at the entrance of the police station. "You need this." Jared said, turning off the engine and unbuckling his seatbelt. "Aren't you getting out?""I told you I'm not ready. I don't know what to tell her. I'm not even sure I want to talk to her, I can't forget the fact that she had a hand in my father's death.""Fine. Then don't talk, let me do the talking. I just want you to be available so you can hear the information she has. You want Philip and Derek to pay for what they have done to you, don't you?" He shifted to face me. "I guess." My tone was reluctant."Good, because I want Philip to pay for killing my father." His jaw tightened.I frowned a little. "You've never been this upset ever since...I don't know, he was your father-in-law.""A big mistake. My father's death ruined my family with my mother as an accomplice." His words were bitter to the ears. I pl
I was dressed for the event — a simple tank top and distressed denim shorts. It was time to pluck off another adversary.I opened the door and turned on the lights. "There you are." My smile was anything but welcoming or friendly. "And I thought I smelled a rotten fish." She spat, looking unkempt and dirty. And she was tied to a chair. "Oh, that'll be you seeing as you haven't had your bath in like...well, weeks." I drew a chair from the wall, placed it few feet from hers and sat. "Forgive my lack of hospitality, I've been busy.""It's been a while. What do you want?" Her once shiny red hair was now a matted mess. "Revenge." I simply said. As though on cue, I heard a rap on the door. I opened it to allow Celine and Jared walk in. Jared was carrying a box of things I'd asked for. "You bitch! You think I'm scared of you?" She was trying to act strong but the little quiver in her voice gave her away. "I think you already are." I emptied the contents in the box.I heard her gasp. "
"Room 48." I mumbled, blowing nerves away. I was here and there was no turning back. Uncle Pete and Jared had no idea where I was going. I'd lied about picking some things for Zion from the store. This should be over in no time. I raised a fist and rapped gently but firmly on the door. "Who's that?"Two of the cops had followed me upstairs but were hiding from view. That sounded like the President's voice. I knocked again, cleared my tone in a bit to disguise it and said. "Room service."There was seconds of silence, then the padding of feet coming towards the door. The door opened. "We didn't order any..." The rest of his words were drowned by shock."Hello, Mr. President." I plastered on a smile. "Can I come in?" He was yet to see the cops."Get out." Fear and anger had him growl out those words. He tried to shut the door in my face but before he succeeded, I had a foot stuck between the door and used all of my power to push it open, making him lose balance and fall to the gro