MY EX-BOYFRIEND IS NOW MY STEPSON

Chapter 4

MARIA'S POV:

As I was leaving Peter's birthday party, I was caught off guard by the bombshell he dropped on me - if the man I had just kissed was my new boyfriend, hit me like a ton of bricks, and I felt my cheeks burning with shame and embarrassment.

I couldn't bear the thought of facing anyone at the party again, knowing that they might have seen what had happened between me and that man. Feeling lost in thought, I made the decision and decided to leave immediately and head back home, hoping to escape the awkwardness of the situation.

As soon as I arrived home, I went straight to the bathroom to freshen up. I splashed some cool water on my face and took a deep breath, hoping it would help me gather my thoughts and emotions. The events of the day had left me feeling shaken and disoriented, and I needed some time to process everything that had just happened.

The shock of it all had left me feeling dazed and confused like I was living in a dream world. But as I stood in front of the mirror, staring at my reflection, I knew I had to pull myself together and face the reality of the situation.

As I lay on my bed, staring blankly at the ceiling, I couldn't help but replay the events of the evening in my head. The events of the party kept playing over and over in my mind, like a broken record. I could feel the knot in my stomach tightening with each passing moment. The more I thought about it, the more I felt the weight of humiliation and regret settling in my chest. I tried to push those thoughts away, but they just kept coming back, haunting me relentlessly. It was like reliving a nightmare that I couldn't escape from.

Suddenly, a thought struck me: I couldn't stop thinking about the man I kissed, who had asked me to pay him with a child. Was he serious? I questioned myself.

And now that Peter is suspecting that if he was my boyfriend, I wonder if this was some kind of plan to ruin my life. Anxiety began to set in as I sat on my bed, lost in thought.

Just then, my phone rang, interrupting my thoughts. I glanced at the screen and saw that it was Brenda, the maid who was taking care of my sick mother. I answered the call, unsure of what to expect. The moment I heard Brenda's voice, I knew something was wrong. Her voice shook as she spoke, and my heart started racing with fear.

"Brenda, what's happened?" I asked, my voice trembling.

"Mother is in critical condition," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "She needs medical attention immediately."

With those words, she hung up the phone. I was left stunned, my body shaking with fear and anxiety. I knew I had to act fast. I immediately got up from my bed and started getting ready. I grabbed my bag and started packing some essentials, still clad in the off-shoulder sleeveless hoodie that I had thrown on after freshening up earlier. Every second felt like an eternity as I rushed to leave the house, my mind racing with worry for my mother's safety.

As I stepped out of my house, I hailed a cab to take me to my mother's place. Upon reaching her place, I asked the cab driver to wait for me. As I entered my mother's room, I could tell that her condition had deteriorated rapidly. Brenda, who had been standing nearby, was also clearly worried about my mother's health. We both realised that we needed to act quickly to get her the immediate medical attention she needed.

Together, Brenda and I carefully lifted my mother and carried her to the waiting cab. We then rushed her to the hospital, where she was immediately taken to the VIP ward due to her critical condition. The doctors quickly hooked her up to an IV and began administering emergency medical care.

Despite their best efforts, my mother's condition continued to worsen.

“What happened to her? The doctor asked.

As I was in the kitchen preparing meals when I suddenly heard a loud shout coming from the bathroom. My heart raced as I rushed to the bathroom to see what had happened, when I arrived, I found her lying on the floor bleeding profusely, seemingly having slipped and fallen.

Then I quickly called for Ma Maria, who arrived soon after. Brenda was visibly shaken and afraid, her voice trembling with fear as she explained the incident and what had happened to the doctor.

Within a few minutes, the doctor called me over to speak with me about her condition.

"Is she going to get better soon?" I asked the doctor, my body still shaking with fear and anxiety. I had been waiting anxiously in the hospital for any good news about my

mother's condition. I was hoping to hear a positive answer from the doctor that would alleviate my worries.

"The necessary things need to be filled for her recovery," the doctor assured me, his calm and reassuring voice providing some comfort. I was immediately curious to know what these necessary things were.

"What are the necessary things?" I asked eagerly, hoping to find out more about what I could do to help my mother recover.

"You'll need to make a deposit amount of money for immediate transfer," the doctor told me. But as soon as he said those words, my heart sank. I felt a wave of despair wash over me as I knew that I didn't have the money to pay for my mother's necessary treatment, and I immediately broke down in tears." feeling helpless and overwhelmed by the situation.

The tears streaming down my face seemed unstoppable, “But I don't have money, where will I get money? Does it mean that my mother is going to die?”, I told the doctor. I couldn't help but feel overwhelmed with despair.

The doctor looked at me with pity in his eyes and I could feel his empathy as he tried to console me, but it didn't seem to help. I knew I needed help. “But I didn't have the money to pay for it”. I explained my situation to the doctor, hoping that he would offer some kind of solution.