02 – The Exciting Sad News.
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02 – The Exciting Sad News.
Four months after
“I'm okay, doctor?” Marie asked, her eyes peering intently at the doctor's face as he walked towards his seat, his hands holding a white envelope.
“Yes, Mrs Robert, There is absolutely nothing to worry about,” the doctor said, a smile brushing across his lips, as he took his seat, fixing his gaze at Marie's face.
For the past few weeks, Marie has been feeling strange lately. It felt like her bones were breaking from the tiredness she felt every morning, the unusual hotness that burnt through her body, like a strong fever.
Marie was worried that she might have caught a strong fever after being beaten by the strong snow on her way back home from the grocery shop a few weeks ago. She didn't hesitate to rush to the hospital this morning for some quick tests and prescriptions.
But the smile that swirled on the doctor's face sent an uneasy feeling down her spine.
“Then what's wrong with me, doctor? Why have I been feeling nauseous for the past few weeks?” Marie asked, her eyes wide with curiosity, thronged for answers.
“Congratulations, Miss Robert, you should be expecting two new members to the family,” the doctor blurted out, darting the test results to Marie, his eyes fluttering with enthusiasm.
But Marie's brow immediately flinched in fear, as the doctor's words buried their roots into her ears.
“Two what?” She asked in an appalling tone.
“You mean I'm pregnant with twins?” She asked, stuttering.
“Yes, Miss Robert, it's no fever at all, but I must say you should take care of yourself properly from now on and avoid situations that put you and your unborn child in a complicated state,” the doctor advised with concern, his eyes now glancing through Marie's files before him.
“That's impossible! I made sure I took….”
Marie briskly paused in her utterances, as the memory of her and Archer in their lovemaking last month flushed through her mind. She won't call it lovemaking… it was more like a normal s*x random people could have. To him, she was nothing more than a cheap w***e, he had married as a wife satisfying his s****l urges back at home.
It's been a hell of a marriage for Marie.
Marie dashed her hands over her mouth, her jaws dropping in shock, recalling she had forgotten to take the contraceptive as she was warned to by Archer.
Her heart was throbbing hard against her rib cage, as the thought of Archer finding out about her babies laced in her head.
“Miss Robert, are you alright?” The doctor asked, seeing that she was lost in a daze over her own realisation.
Marie could only nod her head, grabbing the test results from the table and leaving the doctor's office.
In the hallway of the hospital, Marie wrapped her hands around herself, clutching her back to the wall, as she slowly slumped herself to the floor.
Her face marred with deep horror, her eyes welled up with tears that made their way freely down her cheeks, her heart drowning in despair and worry.
“What do I do?” She muttered to herself, not minding the piercing look of the passerby, with confusion lingering on their brows, as they brushed past her the hospital hallway.
She grasped her hand tightly at her chest, the pain and thought of Archer's rage flowed through her mind if he should find out she is carrying his child.
The same child he had rejected before now.
'I don't want some dispensable garage like you bearing my child! You are unworthy! You are just some piece of trash I traded with your father,’ Archer's words swirling through Marie's mind.
‘I can run away.’ Marie whispered in her mind, her eyes flew open, like her eyeballs were going to jump out from their sockets.
‘I can run away from all these and have my babies somewhere peaceful and be happy far away from Archer, Father and everyone,’ Marie muttered inwardly, with a spark of courage boring through her nerves.
Abruptly, she rose to her feet, a surge of determination she had never had all through the years of her mother's death fueling her with hope, her feet stomping on the ground out of the hospital.
“Taxi!”
“To Windvine Estate,” she said to the cabman immediately after she stepped into the car.
*******
“Archer!” Marie called out, her eyes welled up with tears, staring at the housekeeper, soothing her body underneath him inside their duvet on their matrimonial bed.
Marie couldn't believe it. She never knew that Damy, the housekeeper, the one person she thought the universe had granted her as a solace to lean on, the only maid in Robert's mansion whom she acknowledged as a sister, would stab her deeply from behind.
“Damy?” Marie called about it, her voice trembling with shock, her brow heaved in confusion and disappointment, wondering how she wronged the universe to punish her with such a miserable fate.
“I only wanted to have a taste of him; who doesn't want your husband inside of them?” Damy said in a flirtatious manner, her finger tip gently pacing its way on Archer's chest.
“I know you don't love me! I know I mean nothing to you!” Marie snapped, her voice cracking with tears blurring her vision.
“I'm just some piece of s**t you auctioned off with my father, but asking for your respect in this goddamn marriage of hell is that too much!”
“Asking for your slight respect to our marital vows, even when it means nothing! Is that too much for you to acknowledge?” Marie blurted out, her voice breaking out in anger, darting her red swollen eyes at Archer, whose lips swirled in a sneer, seeing her vulnerable.
If there was anything that fuelled his joy, it was seeing the same daughter of his mortal enemy crushed to her lowest before his eyes.
It was his way of having his pound of flesh after Marie's father had belittled him before every elite in the pyramid circle after receiving the award as the top-performing company in Fallwick.
Archer had marked out a successful plan making the Cox-Jew Group suffer a huge blow. And when Mr Hunter collapsed to his knees before him, he knew it was time for him to have his revenge.
And Marie was the bait to his revenge. Crushing Marie was crushing Mr. Hunter Cox, that's what it meant to Archer.
“Respect?” Archer asked, getting off the bed, as Damy dragged the duvet over her chest, covering her exposed body.
“I don't respect s**t like you,” Archer raged, his eyes bloodshot, as Marie frightfully took a step back, her fragile heart beating rapidly against her chest in horror.
“Your father should have done the same for me years ago,” Archer thundered, his voice wavering with consternation.
“How dare you trashy s**t of the Cox speak of respect to me? Are you any better than the housekeeper?” His icy voice strung through Marie's chest with ache, his hands furiously reaching for her throat, gently sapping the life out of Marie, with his eyes crimson red in aggravation.
“You are hurting me, Archer! I can't breathe,” Marie let out in a weak, low voice, her face drastically turning pale, as Archer firmed his grip harder on her neck
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