I looked at the papers on the table and then back to the male who was waiting for my answer.
"Uh, this file....from where did you get this?" Raising a brow I inquired but my mind was still having trouble finding what to say, how to say it.
"One of the maids gave me this but why didn't you tell me about it? Why hide it? I will take you to a better doctor." He said with a small smile but my expression was the same.
'After seeing this does he think I'm still pregnant?' I questioned myself.
The papers were of my appointment with the doc and the pregnancy test that I wanted to do one more time to be sure.
It was a big problem if he think like that. Cause I have to tell him the truth, which would hurt him.
'Why do I always end up in a position where I have to either do something opposite to my opinion to make others happy or be myself and give pain to other people?'
Being someone who could make someone else happy was getting hard cau
"Stop the car here," I said to the male who didn't show any sign of slowing the car. "Why?" He has been doing this for months now but still wanted to know why I was asking to stop the car. "Cause I will walk from here, like always," I replied in a low voice. "No need, we both are going together." Even though I was afraid that he might explode as he surely has been suppressing his emotions about our baby's death news but I wanted that. His quietness was making me more nervous as this silence felt more dangerous. "No! You are dropping me here. I will walk to the building." My decision was firm, as I eyed his blank face, still no sign of emotion! With a sigh, he brought the car to halt and I moved out of it. ***** Running fast, I finally got to the building. Breath uneven, hairs messy, I walked inside expecting everyone to mind their own business and not to even look at me but every single person on the floor stopped to stare at me, what
I closed my eyes breathing in loudly before looking back at the two males who had their attention fully on me. "Your coffee, sir," I said lightly before placing the cup on the table. "You didn't bring one for me?" Glaring at my hands I turned to face the man I felt like punching. "I didn't even know about you, yet I have brought one extra cup of coffee." "I see you have a wife who is not at all like you, got quiet courage to talk to me while looking in my eyes." Well, even in this unpleasant situation I wanted to laugh at it but instead snorted while hiding my face from my hair. "Wife?" Andrew who was still unknown to the fact that everyone knew about our marriage muttered in low voice. "Did I say something funny?" Adrain, the stepbrother of my husband asked but instead of answering him, I walked near the door. "I will leave you both to talk." Trying my best not to show how desperate I was to get out of this room I
"Come on show me your mobile, what happened that made you cry." I couldn't show him the video, I have never talked about this with my family because I wanted to forget it like it never happened. Showing him this clip would only lead to more questions and problems. "No need to see. I'm not crying." Forcing a big smile on my face even when my inside was shaking with fear, I tried to get out of this situation. I didn't want this video to be seen by anyone but what if, the person who had sent me this will upload it on social media? Andrew's reputation would shatter down cause everyone knew about our relationship now. I couldn't cause problems in his life, I had to deal with all this as fast as I could but on my own. My husband couldn't know about it. "Let's just focus on work, there is nothing for you to see on my phone." He narrowed his eyes, I could feel many stares at us. I gulped and watched my husband but suddenly his face wasn't clear anymore. I did
I wasn't feeling good, not at all after Adrain's message and what was more troublesome was I didn't have anything to divert my attention to. For the first time, I wanted to go to work but my dear husband has said a big no while asking me to rest for a while and not to worry because a lot of work would be waiting for me when I would go to the office after some days. Like he was making me happy and afraid at the same time. I pouted looking around my room, thinking about what to do before a plan started to compose itself. ***** "Ooo, your house is too big for only two people." My sister laid down on my big bed with her legs wide open and hands also opened on either side. "Many maids live here too, so it is not only two of us living here." A small smile made its place on my lips when I saw my sibling rolling her eyes as Liam sat beside her. I saw her keeping her one hand on his lap. "You should not be jumping too much like this." H
Opening my eyes I cursed, yeah I have changed because nowadays cursing seemed my everyday thing. I cursed because it was another day I lived, and my guilt increased. I hated, that it has been three days since my mother had died, but I was still as good as before. "Come on, I have brought breakfast for ya." Andrew entered the room with a tray full of fruits and different types of things. Why did anyone care about me? He shouldn't look after me, I was not good. I would bring him only pain and nothing else if he would stay around me. I had shouted and begged him to leave me alone, to not come here, but he would always hug me and shower me with kisses muttering good things to me. I could see him staring at me with pain looking hurt from my condition but he never said a word. He had been taking off from the office for the past three days and had been beside me all the time. Even at night, he would stay with me until I would fall asl
"You aren't going to the office?" The male who was still half asleep mumbled something incoherent before pulling me by the waist and sleeping again. I messaged his head while lost in my thoughts. I was still sad and in pain but maybe I didn't wanna die right now like before. Maybe..... I was not nice, a useless human to everyone but someone was good to me. I got a message from my male friend saying Alison's condition wasn't very well but Eva knew how I was feeling, so she went to see my sis instead of me. I might go to meet her soon but right now I didn't think I could face her or comfort her. Because my tears didn't seem to stop and worrying about her for me wasn't good. I wanted to run away, lock my room, and cry. Yet here I was, acting normal and sitting. Oddly, I cared about Andrew's happiness too much that I was ready to act as if nothing happened. My heart ached when I saw him sad, and I accepted that there was this weird feeling I have for him
"What are you doing here?" I asked furiously. The level of anger I have right now might be shown in comics by steam coming out of the character's ears and her whole face red. In other, there are chances of even fire coming out of the character's mouth. I forgot all sadness in this situation. One thing was clear now, I hated his ugly face too much that I couldn't stand to see it for more than a minute. Why would he always end up in front of me? When all I wanted to do was keep as much distance between us as I could. "Why crying? I do not like your red puffy face." "That's a good thing, I might keep my face like this from now on." It could be possible because I would be crying most of the time my whole life that was left. "Haha, nice joke babe. By the way, are you upset because your so-called husband is downstairs with his female friend, ignoring you?" I was a little jealous because Andrew had been downstairs with his friend
"Are you sure you wanna go?" I nodded while taking a bite of the sandwich with some juice and that was it. I couldn't eat anything without feeling bad, couldn't just forget about my mother's death incident like that. Whenever I kept even a piece of food in my mouth I would see my mum's lifeless eyes. Why? I didn't know maybe I still thought that I should have died instead of her. If only I wasn't stubborn that day when my father got into an accident. That all happened because of me. "Fine but eat your breakfast first." With a bad expression, I pushed the plate away. "I don't feel like eating anything." Narrowing his eyes, he gave me a look that meant 'Eat-it-right-now' but I just couldn't. "What about the juice?" The guy asked, why was he so worried about my food? "I said I'm full. Shall we go?" He had almost finished his breakfast. Frowning I stared at the man who took a big amount of juice in his mouth from the glass