4. The Pregnancy Result

Logan

Settling down was never my thing but Dominick Winston had to push me into it with his silly rules. I had no choice but to comply when Dominick introduced Victoria to us.

I wasn't okay with the choice, she wasn't my type in any way. She is too fat, ugly, and the worst....naive.

I gave her many reasons to hate me, everything I did was just for her to give up but yet, the more I mess around the more she is desperate to fix the marriage, even when she is hurting.

I had slept with a lot of girls yet she didn't care and that's why I had to go for her step-sister, Harper because I know that's the only one that can get to her.

I know Harper wants me, she has always wanted me so it now makes things easier for me.

Her family never loved her, so her sister was the only tool I could use to get rid of her, and yes.... I did it.

Though for some odd reason, her tear-stricken face kept reappearing in my mind.

I sighed and rubbed my temple when my phone started buzzing.

"Yes, Mom," I said in a calm tone, scrolling through my laptop.

"Yes, son, I saw the news, is it, not Victoria's step-sister?" She paused, my mom had never acknowledged Victoria as my wife from the start. She never loved her. "...Ughmm, she is pregnant?" She asked, I can hear the excitement in her voice.

I chuckled, at her words, "Yes, Mom," I replied.

I am sure her face will be tearing up with a smile now.

Victoria's face flashed back in my head again and I instantly shut my eyes, pausing on what I was doing.

Since she left my office this afternoon, I haven't been myself.

"Bring her to tonight's party," she said and I just swallowed hard, c*****g my brow in shock.

My agreement with Harper wasn't getting pregnant, I didn't know where the whole thing of pregnancy started coming from.

When I saw the news..., I was shocked but in a way, it was an opportunity for me so I had to play along with it to get rid of Victoria from my life.

I know I needed her around for years because of the inheritance but not anymore. For seven years I have achieved more than that so getting her out of my life was the next thing I wanted.

Though for Madame Calantha, she still hasn't given up on those inheritances.

Wait, is she not going to ask me about Victoria?

"No, Mom, not today,"

Mom's poker face is suddenly in place, I can hear her displeased tone. "But she is carrying the heir to the Winston household or is it because of that barren woman you kept in your house that only knows how to eat and nothing more."

"Mom!" I yelled for the first time, surprising her. " Wait.... Logan, did you just raise your voice at me?"

"We will talk later," I immediately ended the call.

Fuck, what is wrong with me? I have never been this tense before and besides, my mom's insult toward Victoria never gets to me so why now?

Damn, my head is about to blaze.

Picking up my phone, I dialed Harper's number and she picked up immediately.

I didn't wait for her to say a word and I went straight to the point, "What's this that I am hearing?"

She chuckled, a low, throaty sound, "Good afternoon to you too, my baby dad."

"You should be happy, Logan, I gave you something that you have always wanted. Something that your wife couldn't give," she snickered, clearly not okay with my sudden harsh tone.

Hearing her, I let out an irritated snort, my face twisting in a scowl. "That wasn't part of the plan, you should have stuck to the plan, and besides that was a one-night stand," each word bitten off with a snarl as I yelled at her.

"... Don't piss me off,"

"I don't know how you will do it but better clear that news from the internet, and again, is the boldness for me. Aren't you ashamed to post that? I thought she was your sister,"

"Step-sister!" She was quick to put some corrections, " And when you were fucking my senses out, you didn't remember you were fucking your wife's step-sister?"

The way she emphasizes the step-sister, I can detect the hatred underlying her vicious tone.

"I don't care, just delete those articles from your timeline, and go and check yourself well. I am not responsible for that thing in your stomach," I let out sternly, each word cracking like a whip, leaving no room for any further argument.

There was a minute's silence before I heard her let out, "Fine, I guess we will have to talk about this later, see you tonight,"

"Tonight?" I hadn't finished when I heard the phone beep, she ended the call.

Don't tell me that madam Calantha had invited her over for tonight's party?

How could Mom? I furiously tried to dial her number again when instantly my best friend's call came through.

Fuck it, I am not ready for his endless lecture. I know he is calling because of the news online.

Adjusting my tie, I sighed and picked up the divorce paper, and started heading home.

All throughout the drive home, I couldn't concentrate, and thank goodness I wasn't the one driving. The whole saga was weighing heavily on me, there was too much happening all together in one day.

I should be happy, I had divorced her, this is what I had always wanted but somehow I feel sad.

Victory's tearful eyes kept reappearing in my mind.

She had signed the papers but where could she be? Home?

"Why am I concerned? Is none of my business" I hissed immediately as the car pulled up in fro... of my house.

I stepped out and started walking inside, she should get lost as long as I care. I walked inside and saw how the whole place had been decorated.

The flowers, the candles, and the picture flame.

I know this was her handwork, she never forgot my birthday no matter what. How pathetic.

I hissed and tried to walk upstairs when immediately out of nowhere, Albraham rushed toward me.

"Good afternoon, boss,"

"Yes," I snapped, my voice cold and harsh. My eyes moved slowly over him, filled with disgust. He flinched, his eyes dropping under my stare.

"Madam left this when she was leaving," his trembling hand stretched out to hand me a white sealed envelope.

What was that?

My eyebrow twitched with curiosity as I eyed the envelope in his hand. At first, I wanted to dismiss it and tell him to throw it away - after all, whatever she left behind was none of my business. But, for some strange reason, I found myself collecting the envelope from him.

"Okay, you can leave now," I said, curiously moving the envelope sideways as I wondered what could be written inside it. Abraham nodded and walked away, the door closed softly behind him.

I ripped open the envelope and pulled out a white sheet of paper. Tossing the envelope aside, I scanned the page slowly, my eyes widening in confusion.

Hospital test results? What was this about? Was something wrong with her? My heart skipped a beat at the thought, but then my gaze locked onto the bold letters at the top of the page.

My face went pale as I stumbled backward, shockwaves coursing down my spine. "Pregnancy test results," it read.

And there, at the bottom of the page, was the one word that me and mom had always longed to hear for years: POSITIVE.