Chapter 3: Happiest day of my life

Emma’s pov

I got out of the room and drove straight to the pharmacy.

I grabbed a couple of pregnancy tests and that too different brands just to be sure.

When I got home, I found myself looking at them over and over again.

That incident with Matt, it’s been a few weeks since it happened.

Will Conan think that maybe the child I am carrying is Matt’s child?

I am willing to do a DNA test if necessary to put all of this behind us.

We have waited for so long to have a child of our own.

And now that it might be happening I can’t help but feel scared.

My phone started ringing as I was looking at the unopened boxes and it was Maddie.

I picked up the phone and she asked to meet me.

Honestly, I would rather procrastinate for as long as it takes.

I quickly took my bag and then drove to the place we were meeting.

“Are you okay?” she asked me, and I shook my head.

“How can I be okay? Conan can’t even look me in the eye,” I said and sighed.

“I am miserable Maddie,” I said and watched as she wiped tears in her eyes.

“I am so sorry this is happening to you. I went to Conan, I went to his office and tried to explain that you could never do such a thing,” she said.

“I know, his assistant called me and so did his Aunt. Thank you for that,” I said, and she held my hand.

“You are my sister, I would do anything for you,” she said, and I nodded.

Should I tell her everything?

Should I tell her about the contraceptives found in my system?

Or should I tell her about the fact that I suspect that I am pregnant?

I looked at Maddie and this whole matter seemed to be weighing on her heavily than it was on me.

No, I should only tell her once I am certain of everything.

“But why would Matt do such an evil thing to you? Why trap you like this?” she asked me.

“I have no idea; I have been trying to understand why he would do such a thing. He ruined his friendship of decades and my relationship as well, but for what reason?” I asked.

She didn’t answer since it was a rhetorical question.

How can she answer?

The only person who has the answers to these questions is that Matt and he is sticking to his story.

“And the press, how on earth did they get all this news?” Maddie asked and I just shrugged.

“I have no idea, but my name is all over the internet and I am being called worst Wife of the Year. Well, I will just put it next to my Gold Digger title,” I said.

“Do you think that Matt did this?” she asked me, and I couldn’t answer.

“Ma’am, you have a flower delivery,” the waitress said.

I looked at Maddie and she was just as confused as I was about all of this.

“A flower delivery, to this restaurant and that too to her?” Maddie asked.

I looked around and just from across the restaurant was a flower shop.

I looked at the flowers and the tag and they were bought at the flower shop.

Inside it was a card and it said, “GAME ON BITCH,”.

I didn’t waste any time and ran across the road to the flower shop.

“Excuse me ma’am, did you see the person who bought these flower?” I asked the lady at the till.

“No ma’am, the person was hiding their face,” the lady answered, and I frowned.

“What was the name on the card they paid with?” Maddie asked and I nodded.

“The person paid in cash,” the lady answered.

“Okay, it seems as if something has something against you,” Maddie said looking around.

And whoever this someone is, they seem to be a powerful someone since they even got Matt on board.

What do I do?

Who is this person and what do they want from me?

“I am sorry, I have lost my appetite now. I should get going,” I said but Maddie held my hand.

“We already ordered, let’s take the order back home. You should eat something, meanwhile I will try to look into this,” she said and then hugged me.

“Your main focus should be on your husband right now. Gain back his trust, and tell him about this creep,” she added.

What she is saying makes sense, plus I can’t be stressed too much now.

I don’t know if I am pregnant or not, but if I am then I will need to be very careful.

“Thank you so much,” I said and then got into my car and drove off. What should I do?

I got home and took the test.

A few minutes later I looked at those lines and found myself crying.

This should be the happiest day of my life but now it isn’t.

Someone took this away from me, I should be crying tears of joy but no.

Instead, I have this fear, this fear that my husband will now hate me more.

I don’t know for how long I sat there but Conan suddenly came into the room.

“Is everything okay?” he asked me.

His eyes then landed on the many sticks that were on the ground and then at me.

“I am pregnant Conan, I am willing to do a DNA test,” I said trying to hold back my tears.

This is a trap set for the both of us so I can’t blame him as well.

“No need,” he said, and I looked at him and I felt that little warmth of hope.

“So, you believe me right? You believe that I didn’t sleep with Matt?” I asked him.

He didn’t answer, I watched as he opened the hidden safe and then took out some documents and then handed them to me.

Are they divorce papers?

Is he divorcing me?

I looked at the papers and then at him.

“What is this?” I asked him and he started ruffling his hair before looking at me.

“That is a medical report,” he answered, and I scoffed.

“I can see that, but why is it saying all this? Why are you showing it t me?” I asked him.

“So, you can read what it says,” he answered getting frustrated.

“Fine, I have read what it says. So, is this your answer? Is that why you told me that a DNA test is not necessary?” I asked him.

“Yes, because all it will do is break my heart even more. All it’s going to do is to remind me that my wife slept with another man. Not only that, but he gave her something I could never give you,” he said.

“Well, these reports are wrong, the child I am carrying is yours,” I said and watched as he punched the wall.

“Please Emma, I am begging you to please stop all of this,” he said and then fell on the floor.

He looked at me, his eyes were so full of pain.

“I can never be a father; the report says that I can never father a child. So how can the child you are carrying be mine?” he asked me.

“And I didn’t sleep with Matt, the only man I have been with is you. So, if you insist that this isn’t your child then whose child is it?” I asked him.

“Only you can answer that question Emma,” he said and then held both my hands.

“It’s okay, we can get through this together. Just admit your mistake and then we can move on. I can’t lose you, and the baby you are carrying is yours. So, I can accept the child as well,” he said and then pulled me closer to him.

“Just accept your mistake,” he said, and I looked at him.

I found myself laughing at this and it turned into sobs.

“Now what? I don’t know if I should be grateful or if I should resent you,” I said.

“Should I be grateful that you are willing to accept me even though you think this child is someone else?” I asked him.

“Or should I be resentful that you don’t believe me?” I asked him.

I looked at him, for the past few weeks he couldn’t even look me in the eyes.

I realized something, I am tired, and I don’t want to fight.

He doesn’t believe me; he has known me for two years and doesn’t trust me.

I could stay here and wait until I give birth and then prove my innocence.

But I don’t think I can bare the hatred and accusations in his eyes.

“You really don’t believe me,” I said and then got off the floor.

“I love you so much Conan, and I can see that you are in great pain and so am I.

I made a vow to myself, that if I ever cause you any pain then I would find a way to fix it. And I know that you won’t be able to heal as long as the cause of all that pain is still here,” I said and smiled.

Sometimes loving someone means letting them go, right?