Chapter 8

I had woken up to a little pinch on my left hand. Happens that the nurse was still administering some injections. 

My visions were at first blurry as I could see the doctor faintly. 

I just prayed and hoped it wasn't what I was thinking. I can't be pregnant. 

“Doctor, what's wrong with me?” 

The doctor signaled the nurse to take away the trays leaving just the both of us in the ward. 

I looked through the blinds and I could see Alex and my father were in the waiting room. 

“Congratulations,” the doctor stretched forth his hand with a smile. 

I clenched my fist, praying to God that it shouldn't be what I was thinking about. 

“You are two weeks pregnant,” he finally dropped the bombshell. 

I blinked multiple times before asking the doctor to repeat what he had said. 

“You can't be serious?” I gasped in shock. 

Placing my hand on my belly, I looked into the doctor's eyes. 

Maybe they did the wrong test. I can't be pregnant for that bastard. Not even now when I'm here to take my revenge on that fool.

What would I tell Alex? This can't be real. 

“I'm sorry, but it's real,” The doctor replied.

 Just as the doctor was about to step out. I called his attention.

“Please, don't tell anyone,” I pleaded. 

“Your secret is safe with me, Ms. Lancaster,” he replied before finally leaving. 

Since I announced myself last night as the heiress to Lancaster’s group of companies all over the globe, I guess everyone now knows me. 

I looked at the TV in front of me as I watched the newscaster speak about me and the event of last night. 

Picking up the remote, I switched off the TV. 

Panic coursed through me as I felt adrenaline rush through my whole body. 

Memories of how I had given my virginity to that fool came crashing back. 

I rolled my hospital top in regret as tears blurred my vision. 

Questions like what to do? Who to talk to kept running through my mind. 

What would the world say? How would my father, who had trusted me so much, react to this?

Just as I was still thinking, the door flung open revealing Alexander and my father. 

“Hey, Pookie,” he smiled and quickly walked towards me. 

Ever since my mother died of cancer, he has been the only one taking care of me. 

My father had decided not to get married to another. Not because he didn't see any beautiful woman. Many ladies were throwing themselves at him, but he decided to stay single because of me.

Just because he doesn't want any woman to treat me badly. And now what? I'm pregnant for the man that left me for another woman?

Lately, my father has been telling me how lonely he was. And I had already given him the go-ahead to get married. He was nothing more than a supporter. A good man. 

In my next life, I would love Mr. Thomas Lancaster to remain my father. 

“Daddy,” I burst into tears, ignoring Alexander. 

I knew he had a lot of questions to ask me. But I will deal with that later.

“Daddy,” I called again. “I'm sorry, Daddy,” I cried.

“Hey, baby. Shhhh…” I held myself tighter. My tears dropped on his shoulder as I stared at Alex before shutting my eyes. 

How do I tell my dad that I'm pregnant? What if he disowns me? 

My biggest fear is this news getting to the internet. I will not only ruin my father’s legacy. But also Alex’s own.  

“I'm sorry,” I cried out. 

“It's okay, baby. It wasn't your fault that you crashed last night. It was your first okay,” he replied, wiping off my tears. 

I nodded as if I understood what he had said. Meanwhile, it wasn't any of what he was saying. 

“Listen, I remembered when I showed up in front of the crowd for the first time. I couldn't help myself. I panicked and said the wrong words,” he smiled, wiping off my tears.  

“Everyone won't criticize you for that,” Alex added.

“Okay,” I said, sulking like a baby. 

My father patted my back, allowing me to get myself.  

“I think the doctor said we can leave.” My father asked Alexander who nodded positively. 

My heart raced faster as I heard that I'd been discharged. I knew Alexander would want to use this opportunity to speak with me, so I held my father’s hand tighter.  

“Dad,” 

“Yes, baby.” He smiled, wiping off the remaining tears lingering on my face. 

I twitch a bit before saying “I would love to come with you,” 

“Little pookie,” he started. 

Even before he said anything, I already knew what he wanted to say. I felt my heart catch in my throat as I stared at him anxiously. 

“I'm off to a meeting right now.” He replied. “I'm sure your fiance will keep an eye on you while I'm away,” he said, putting my hand in his. 

“Won't you, son?” 

Son? Did my dad just call him son? Anyway, he has always wanted this. It was like his dream had come to pass. 

Before I could say any more words, he pecked my head and left with the words “I'll see you as soon as I'm back from my trip. I love you,” 

“I love you too,” I responded while I watched him leave in a hurry. 

Alex said no word; he only lifted me up from bed and asked Marcus to get the car. 

All through the journey back home, he said nothing, and neither did I. 

Just when I couldn't take it anymore I burst out. “Can we–” we both chorused. 

“Ladies first,” Alex replied. 

The tension around us grew thick. I felt a bit hot even with the car's air conditioner. 

How am I going to say this without upsetting him? 

“I'm listening,” he said, staring at me imminently. 

“I–” I took a pause, my hand shivering at intervals. 

“You can tell me anything,” he said as he reached out to me when I pulled out. 

“Let's break up,”