Get Out!

Lara's POV 

I never got the chance to tell Gerald that I was pregnant. Or that I was dying in six months. I didn't want to believe that he would actually bring Ria to the house, so I didn't clean the room as he told me to.

The doctor specifically told me not to stress myself and I wouldn't do that for a lady who didn't care if I was alive or dead.

In two hours, Gerald's car drove into the house and I stood by the window, watching as he stepped out of the car and rushed to the passenger's seat. My heart flew to my throat when he opened the door and Ria stepped out.

He brought her here. He actually brought her here.

I watched as she slumped into his arms and he held her closely, wrapping her arms around his neck before picking her up in his arms. Gerald had never carried me that way in years.

Ria clung to him like a leech, an exhausted expression on her face as Gerald walked into the house with her in his arms. I walked out of the room, my heart shattered at the sight in front of me and the moment Gerald saw me, he looked conflicted.

But then Ria let out a cry of pain and Gerald immediately looked away from me, rushing her to the room I was supposed to clean. Ria’s eyes met mine and she smirked, a condensing look on her face as she held Gerald even tighter.

Gerald kicked the door open but froze when he realized I didn't touch the room at all.

“Lara??” He called out and I crossed my arms over my chest, leaning against the wall. “Why didn't you do as I said?”

“I didn't think you were serious. Who brings their ex to their matrimonial home?” I asked nonchalantly, and Gerald turned to me with a murderous glint in his eyes that had me flinching in fear.

“I understand that you don't want me here,” I heard Ria say as she held Gerald even tighter. “I'm not trying to steal him from you like you stole him from me, I'm not that petty. I just want a place to stay.” She whispered, looking like the victim and I scoffed, shaking my head in amusement.

She just accused me of stealing Gerald from her when, in fact, she had been the one who left him for another man. 

“You'll sleep in my room, is that alright?” Gerald asked her, his voice gentle and soft, and I almost doubled over at his words.

“Gerald, that's our room,” I muttered in confusion but Ria shot me a smile that immediately faded when she turned to Gerald.

“I don't want to be a third wheel.” She whispered, shaking her head. “You can see my own sister hates me and doesn't want me here. I think you should let me go.” She was on the verge of tears now and it was my turn to be frustrated.

“Don't listen to her. She can stay elsewhere, I don't care. You need to be comfortable.” He replied, shooting me a glare and walking into our room with Ria still in his arms.

Gently, he placed her down, and she winced slightly before lying on the bed. She held Gerald's hand in hers, a smile on her face as she thanked him for giving her a chance to stay at his place.

This was absurd. And unacceptable!

“Get some rest. I'll bring in your things.” He said, walking out of the room and without hesitation, I followed behind him.

“Gerald, you can't do this—”

“It's my house and I can do whatever I want. I can bring in whoever I want into the house because it's mine. If you're uncomfortable, leave.” He said, making his way to his car but I didn't leave his side.

“Do you still love her?” I asked and he paused before turning to me.

“What does it matter if I do?”

“I… I'm dying, Gerald.” I whispered and he froze. “You asked me why I went to the hospital yesterday. I found out that not only was I pregnant, but I'm also—”

“You're pregnant?” He asked in surprise and I nodded immediately. “And you're just telling me now?”

“You didn't give me a chance to tell you!” I said, my heart pounding fast in my chest. “But that's not the only thing, Gerald. I'm dying. The doctor told me I had six months to live.”

He slammed the trunk shut and turned to me with an amused expression that had me feeling confused.

“Really now, Lara?” He asked, chuckling. “You would go so far to get my attention? Faking that you're going to die? Or that you're pregnant?”

I couldn't believe my ears.

“Why the hell would I lie about that?” I asked in horror and he shrugged, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Oh, you tell me. I bring Ria back, and suddenly, the whole world is dying. You didn't tell me yesterday or this morning that you were dying or that you were pregnant—”

“That's because you never gave me the chance to—”

“And now!” He yelled, interrupting me. “Now, I bring your sister back, but apparently, you can't bear to see her get all the attention, so you think of a lie so crazy that it would move God's soul in heaven. I have to give it to you, Lara. You're good.” He said, shaking his head in disappointment and tears rolled down my cheeks in disbelief.

“You really think I would go so far as to lie about something so dire? You think I wanna die in six months? You really don't trust me, do you?” I asked in disbelief, wiping my tears as I pulled on my hair and strands fell off. 

“See! My hair is falling! I have cancer, Gerald.”

“Lara, quit it—”

“If you want proof, I'll give you proof. I have the results in my purse. I'll show you everything! It's in there!”

I turned, pointing to the room when I saw Ria’s silhouette standing by the window. I didn't give it any thought as it disappeared immediately, and Gerald scoffed before nodding.

“Fine. Show me. Go on.” He said as he grabbed Ria's luggage with him, and I rushed to our room, glancing at Ria who lay on the bed with a sick smile on her face.

My purse was sitting on the desk so I immediately grabbed it and opened it. My heart stopped when I saw that it was empty and that there was nothing in there.

“No…” I muttered, shaking the purse and hoping that I was seeing wrongly. “They were in here. The results were in here.”

“Will you keep lying even though you have nothing to defend yourself with?” Gerald asked as he walked into the room, clearly disappointed.

“I swear I had it! It must have—”

It suddenly dawned on me that Ria had been listening to our conversation and she must have heard when I said the results were in my bag.

“You took them, didn't you?” I asked, turning to Ria who looked at me in confusion. “You heard everything I said and hid the results, didn't you?”

“What are you talking about?” Ria asked with an innocent expression, sitting up but I wasn't buying her bullshit.

“I know you did—”

“Enough!” Gerald yelled, making me flinch as I turned to him in shock. “Get out, Lara. This instant.”

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