Chapter 4 Wrong sperm doner

The next day, even though everything is a mess, I mustered the courage to go to work. I don't even remember at what time I went to sleep at night with my sore eyes. My eyes were puffy and were swollen in the morning but I still tried to get myself in the usual work mood.

Currently, I'm the same girl that was forced to fight alone. I should be strong enough for myself.

I have a lot to deal with, including the suffering and debt my so-called husband left for me to pay as well as the stress and confusion associated with deciding whether to have a child. However, working all day while distracted was even worse.

"Still daydreaming about your marriage," I heard my colleague sneering. Snapping back to reality, I diverted my eyes off the computer and looked at him, he was leaning against the desk with a cup of coffee in his hands. "You should focus on your work while you're at the office."

"It’s none of your business." I replied with a deadpan glance.

He chuckled without any humour, his eyes mocking. "Why are you still working? I thought you'd quit your job after your marriage since you're gonna be busy managing your house and all. Like a good housewife," he snickered, taking a sip of his coffee.

His misogynistic words are the reason we don't get along well. Most of the time I tried to ignore him and his words but for the truth, it's really difficult for women in the workplace.

“So who lost to me in the promotion list last time? It’s you who should focus on your work, not flatter the boss. Anyway, you can’t beat on me.”

“Don't get cocky. Sooner or later, you'll be home with the kids, and your position will be mine.”

“You’re gonna be disappointed, I’m fully capable of managing both my work and my house. And before worrying about my marriage, you’d better get a girlfriend first," I sighed, “oh, but it's hard for a loser like you to find a girlfriend.” I lifted my chin, watching how his smile instantly disappeared slowly.

He was so furious that he wanted to put his fist in my face, but our boss just showed up, "Kevin! Get back to work!"

He had to go back to his desk, but I heard him call me a bitch.

I was tempted to spit in his face because I could barely find a way to vent as I was offended.

But I had to move my attention to the boss, who had a serious look on her face, and I thought she might also be worried about whether I might get pregnant.

"Good afternoon, madam," I greeted her with a smile which she reciprocated. She's a middle-aged woman, and a dink.

"Good afternoon Rosalyn. Everything prepared for the Lewis Inc. meeting?" She asked in a polite tone.

"Yes, everything is ready," I nodded, but she didn't ask me about the meeting further and told me to take a seat.

Once I was seated, She gently said, "congratulations on your marriage."

Even though my stomach twisted in agony, I endured and concealed the pain to show it on my face.

"Rosalyn, given that having a child will disrupt your workdays, I wanted to know if you have any plans to have a child. If you're considering it, you can take a vacation," She offered with a smile.

Her question made me a bit uneasy but I know it wasn't her intention to make me uncomfortable.

"There's no need for that," I said and remembered about the surrogacy, the chances of surrogacy are very slim usually, also after thinking about it the whole night I don't think it’s the right time. "I'm not planning on bearing a child in more than three years."

"It’s better be, Rosalyn. I've been thinking about who I should hand out the new projects, you've done really well, but you know, women, well, if they have a family, their attention is always distracted, that's why the board still hasn't promoted you."

What she said made me feel uneasy again, what if I am the one percent?

Cant’ be! I have heard many cases of failed surrogacy, and my egg quality is not that superior, it must be impossible for being pregnant after one surrogacy!

One month later, my period isn’t on time, and I dare not buy any pregnancy test tools. I hope my period just delay a few day which is quite normal. I have also experienced this kind of time before. A lot of overtime work will lead to hormone disturbance. Yes, I am not pregnant.

After I owed a large amount of debt, I couldn't pay for the pregnancy check-ups and the cost of raising children. I couldn't control the panic if I’m pregnancy.

As I was wrapping up my morning work and getting ready for lunch, I got word from the surrogacy agency.

"Congratulations, Mrs. Rosalyn. You are pregnant."

The phone slipped out of my hand.

"W-What?" I hushed out, trying my best to keep my voice stable but the intense shock was making it hard and unbearable.

"You're pregnant, Mrs. Rosalyn. When will you be free to come for the check-up?" The doctor asked.

My chest heaved and my heart pounded in apprehension. How can this happen? I couldn't understand how to respond. I already have so much to deal with on my plate. How could I bear the pregnancy?

My hand unconsciously went on my stomach and my heart hurt incessantly.Not like I expected anyone to listen to it, it's just that it felt lonely at times.

And that's why I think that a child could feel that empty space in my heart.

I could hear someone speaking on the phone but at the same time, I went deaf to the world around me.

"Mrs. Rosalyn, are you still there?"

I blinked profusely looking around, everyone was busy with their work. No one was paying attention to me as always. Sometimes, I wish I had someone with whom I can share my worries and pain. To whom I can open up and don't have to endure everything in silence.

"Ah, Y-Yes. I'm here. I'm coming right now," I told her.

Taking half a day's leave I went to the hospital because I couldn't wait for it.

The doctor called me in to discuss the pregnancy after waiting for a while for my turn. I was expecting her to ask me for tests and discuss the pregnancy procedure but her next words only increased my misfortunes.

"The sperm we inserted inside you was…the thing is we accidentally inserted the wrong sperm," She said with a guilty and troubled expression.

"What?" I asked in disbelief. Contemplating her words for a second because I don't think I heard her properly. "I think I don't quite understand you, doctor."

She looked me in the eyes and took a deep breath before answering further. And the more she was delaying speaking, the more my heart was beating hard.

"There's a huge mistake on our side. There was a big crowd on that day so one of our doctors accidentally messed up the sperm. The donor was not the one you chose," She said and I felt like losing connection with the world for a second.

My heart skipped a beat and I snarled at her in anger, not caring about my surroundings anymore. "How could you make such a mistake?"

She panicked. "We are really sorry. It was not on purpose, we know that our sorry won't solve this problem but we're ready to try our best."

"Who's the original donor then?" I inquired harshly, “don’t say you have the fucking confidential agreement. I need to know who he is!”

"His name is Lorcan Valentino, on the document he sent to us. But he's really hard to approach. Also, he wanted a kid and that's why he came here to find a surrogate mother in the first place. So, he wanted that kid at any cost," She explained with dread, looking terrified just by talking about the man.

I unknowingly gulped and felt a chill run down my spine just by her expression. But, so what if he's a big man or whatever it's just a sperm he can repeat the procedure once more.

"Yeah but that's my child," I told her sternly and with a determined expression.

"But the sperm is his-"

"No! It's my child and I'll be the one keeping the kid because I'm the one who's going to give birth," I told her firmly, ready to leave her office.

She panicked, seeing me leaving the office. "Madam, I suggest you talk to him once and then we can figure out things."

"I don't want to talk to anyone," I shake my head. Though I don't want her to go through a hard time because of me, this time I don't want to listen to anyone and let them use me again.

I had enough. I had gone through enough.

"Please madam, you're not understanding the seriousness of the serious. Mr. Lorcan is not a simple man, he won't be happy," She gets alarmed when she notices me leaving.

"Making him understand is your job since it was your mistake. I'll be taking my leave now," I told her while leaving the office.

Simple or not, it's my child and I will be the one who's going to keep it.