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He looks at me, his gaze unwavering.
“Nothing’s wrong.”
But I can’t shake the feeling that he’s not being entirely honest. There’s a barrier between us, and I need to break it down before it’s too late. I take a deep breath and decide to pour my heart to him, confessing everything I’ve been holding back.
I rise to my feet, my heart pounding in my chest. Before I turn to face him, I hesitate. Should I just leave without expressing everything I feel? I take a sharp breath, ready to confess my emotions and divulge everything, but before I can utter a word, he speaks, delivering words that shatter my world.
“This is the best for both of our sakes.”
His words pierce my heart like a dagger. Confusion and pain overwhelm me, and I struggle to hold back tears. I try to find right words to express how much he means to me, how deeply I love him, how I never stopped. I glance at him, my eyes brimming with tears, wondering what has come over him.
As his words sink in, my world crumbles. The pain is unbearable, and tears well up in my eyes. Everything I believed we shared, everything I had hoped for, collapses in an instant. I search his eyes, desperately seeking a glimpse of the man I thought I knew, but all I see is distance and finality.
* * *
I gothrough the catalogs of the new houses, as I’ll be responsible for their interior décor. It’s been three weeks since I returned from Sausalito, three weeks since I last saw Jeffrey. Despite my attempts to resume my normal life, things aren’t the same anymore. Jeffrey’s absence created a void that nothing else can fill. His memory consumes my thoughts, lingering like a persistent ache in my mind. Each day, I question why I allowed myself to believe in the return of the old Jeffrey.
As I lie there, a sudden wave of nausea overwhelms me. over me. Panic surges within, and I rush to the bathroom just in time to empty my stomach into the toilet. My heart races, and I try to catch my breath as the sensation subsides. Nervousness knots my stomach as I realize this isn’t the first instance of such nausea lately.
Thoughts race through my mind, connecting the dots. Memories of the past weeks flood back, and I pale as realization strikes me. The unprotected moments I’ve shared with Jeffrey are now haunting me.
Fear grips me as I consider the possibility. Could I be pregnant again? The thought of carrying Jeffrey’s child, a child he may never desire, terrifies me. It’s a dilemma I can’t ignore, and I know I need to find out the truth.
With trembling hands, I quickly get dressed. I need to get a test done right away.
“Please, not this,” I mutter under my breath before hastily grabbing a pregnancy test kit from the pharmacy. My emotions are all over the place as I take the test. The wait for the results feels like an eternity, and my palms grow clammy with nerves as I anxiously await the truth.
Time stands still until it’s time to check the test. A part of me hopes that my suspicion isn’t true, while another part beats with glimmer of excitement that I may be carrying a new life. With trembling hands, I raise the test and glance at it. I freeze as I see two lines appear. I’m pregnant. Again.
Mixed emotions swirl within me as I stare at the result. The first time I was pregnant, with Michael, it had been a challenging yet ultimately beautiful experience. Jeffrey’s love had given me strength, a reason to persevere despite the odds stacked against me. But now, faced with the prospect of another pregnancy, I can’t help but feel torn because I no longer have his love.
Tears well up in my eyes as thoughts of Jeffrey consume me. He can never love me in the way I want him to. He can never be the father I yearn for our child to have.
My heart feels heavy the weight of this new revelation. I’m left wondering what my next move should be. Regardless, Jeffrey deserves to know about his babies. Lost in these thoughts, the doorbell suddenly interrupts my contemplation. I furrow my brow, wondering who could be at the door. It’s rare for me to have visitors, aside from Aunt Maryann. Hoping that it’s a mistaken address, I wait for the doorbell to cease. However, it doesn’t stop. I gather myself and leave the bedroom.
I open the door, and my eyes widen in surprise when I see Mildred.
“Mildred, what are you doing here? How did you know where I live?” I question her, a frown etched on my face.
“Oh, look who it is. The little tramp herself,” Mildred’s voice drips with malice, her words slicing through me like a blade.
“Mildred, I really don’t want to deal with this right now. Just leave,” I plead, knowing that I already have enough on my plate without having to confront her.
“You really have no shame, do you? Sleeping around like some common floozy. I warned you to stay away from Jeffrey,” she sneers, her disdain evident.
“Just go away, Mildred,” I retort, my voice steady despite the whirlwind of emotions raging beneath the surface.
“You think you can just waltz in here and steal Jeffrey from me? Well, newsflash, honey, it’s not going to happen.” Her words were laden with venom.
“Anyway, I came to share the news,” she says as she flashes an expensive diamond ring on her ring finger.
“I don’t know what this is, Mildred, but I suggest you leave.” I assert firmly.
“You can’t stand the fact that he chose me over you, can you? You were nothing but a pathetic distraction,” she mocks, leaving me feeling helplessly.
“Leave. Just leave.” My voice trembles, but I hold on.
“Oh, don’t be in a rush. Of course, I’ll leave. Anyway, Jeffrey and I are getting married. I just wanted to show you that I won, like I always do,” she declares, and I freeze. Her words hit me like a ton of bricks. My heart clenches in pain at the realization. Surely, she must be lying. It can’t be true. Jeffrey wouldn’t play with my heart in such a cruel manner. However, as I see the smug expression on her face and the glimmer of the diamond engagement ring, it becomes painfully clear that she isn’t lying.
