A line formed between his brows but he didn't open his mouth to scold me nor he talked about it. How did I walk out of his house? Practically, he should rebuke me but nothing. That was really a matter to think about. What was going in his mind? He wouldn't hurt my brother, would he?        I yawned again and blinked away the laziness. I moved to get out of the bed.        He stood up immediately. I stilled. He sauntered toward the walking closet and returned with cream and grass-green gown, "Get ready. You can stay home if you want." He said. His voice was calm. Now I was sure, something was definitely wrong.        "No, I wanna go," I said in a weak voice.        He nodded his head and spun at the door. He closed it but I saw him looking at me before closing it.   &n

           I sauntered out of the elevator. Branton and his companion were following me. My eyes were looking at only one person. She was sitting in front of the desktop with a little frown.        "Becca," I said out loud.        "Oh my god!" Her smile replaced the frown. She got on her feet and rushed at me. She hugged me tightly, "What are you doing here? I was going to come to see you at your home." She said as she pulled back her head.       "I was missing you." I smiled. She held my hand and led me toward her desk.        I sat down on the chair. She wasn't going to hear me. So no use arguing with her, "I'm so sorry. I I... My mother was hospitalized. I had to go. She got a kidney transplant." She said with sadness on her face. I did not know anything about her family. She mostly talked about her mothe

I rolled over and put my feet on the carpet. My sonography date was coming near. My stomach was still small, but I could feel the changes in my body. I wasn't prepared for it. But I loved my baby and my husband. I could do it, I pushed away from the thoughts of pounds, I was gaining in the upcoming time.       Yesterday was my appointment with my mother in law in the hospital. She declared me absolutely fine. There was a scar on my shoulder but it wasn't that bad. I wouldn't mind wearing an out-shoulder dress. My scars were my beauty.        I gathered my hair in my hand and twisted it, making a loose bun of it at my nape. Clenching my phone, I walked downstairs.         Victoria was already sitting in the dining hall. I didn't like this life where I had to just sit and do nothing and spend my husband's money.         "Hi!" She smiled at me, "You didn't mean

Agat accompanied me to my first appointment. My mother in law was already present in the room. She smiled at me, "How are you doing?" She kissed my head and looked at my stomach. It wasn't flat anymore.       "We're doing great, mom." I placed my hand on my stomach.       She nodded with a smile. I wanted to check on the baby earlier, but I couldn't ask them to hurry. Mom was a doctor and she knew better than me. I had seen Victoria's report. My baby would look like a dot, I guess.       Everything was good between Agat and his family. They had seen it on the news channels.       I was already wearing a loose gown. I laid on the

I closed my eyes, leaning against the headrest. We were back in our manor where we shifted after our wedding. Agat was so possessive that he began to do this business from home. I could see fear in his eyes sometimes. We both wanted to forget that day.       Johnny was in jail. Police arrested him. They had also put the murder charges of his late wife. I was really feeling sorry for Victoria.     A few minutes later, my eyes opened as I heard him talking on the phone. My wounds were absolutely fine now but there were marks. After bath, I hid them behind a thin layer of the foundation.      He was wearing simple black jeans and a blue t-shirt. My supermodel husband! I smiled. His gaze met mine.      His eyebrows were creased but his lips parted into a huge smile. I glanced at my stomach. A sense of relief filled me. Our babies were fine.      I shuddered a