Husbands by agreement

Is it you?

The sound of a siren is heard in time with some shouting, a deep male voice echoing back at him. "I didn't mean to do it!" she says over and over again.

I feel myself being lifted and carried to a stretcher, but I am unable to move, unable to react in any way. I am just an inert body. I don't know if that's a good thing, after everything I've been through today, being dead doesn't seem like a far-fetched option.

The minutes pass, and I feel as if they were long, grueling hours during which I was able to half-sense what was happening around me. Gradually, I have begun to notice smells, and the sickening odor produced by the oxygen mask forced upon me reminds me of my childhood. My painful asthma attacks and my poor father watching over my sleep.

"Could you please wake up?" a voice whispers in my ear, too close. A pleasant sensation, like an inner caress.

With all the strength I had left, I tried to open my eyes. Although the first attempt failed, I managed to open them almost completely on the third.

My first impression was that those eyes were blue, deep, almond-shaped, with blond eyelashes, the finishing touch to a masculine face that looked like a work of art.

Fleshy, pink, half-open lips, and a tall, well-groomed man.

Could it be that I had died and was in the middle of Turkish paradise?

So, this is how it works, that there is another world after death?

"Are you all, right?" the man asks me in a low voice, his eyes are fixed on me and he doesn't take them off, I must look relative.

"How's my baby?" is the first thing I can think of, I don't have the ability to speak.

"Your baby, are you pregnant?" The man interrogates me, bringing his hands to my face.

My heart races as I listen to him. I couldn't lose my child at any time. I could never forgive myself for being so irresponsible.

"I... I'm pregnant, my baby has to be okay, please," I say in a whisper before letting out a sob.

The stranger approaches my aching body and embraces me, I can smell his expensive perfume, I haven't asked him who he is or what he is doing here.

I just know that his presence and physical touch make me feel good, somehow, safe.

"I'll get the doctor and the police, miss." The man gently reaches out and pulls away from me.

"Why the police?" I ask him fearfully.

"To show them you're conscious, so they won't put me in jail," he adds lightly and leaves the room, leaving me alone.

This is the man who ran me over.

The gentleman I saw when I got up is responsible for my being in pain, immobile and without feeling in my limbs.

About five minutes later, during which time I became drowsy, a small man of average height entered the room, accompanying the man who had been with me, my assailant.

The man interrogated me, took some equipment and began to examine me. "You're Julieta Hernandez, right?"

It's the doctor, I thought it was the officer.

"Yes, I am Julieta, how is my baby, doctor?" I ask him, feeling that feeling of fear and anxiety again.

"Don't worry, Mrs. Hernandez, your son is fine, although the biggest impact was on his legs." The man answers calmly as he concentrates on taking my pulse.

"Does this mean that I am still pregnant, but that I will be an invalid?" I ask incredulously.

"No, miss, I meant that your pregnancy is in good condition, although I will have to keep you under medical observation for two days, and as for the situation with your legs, you will need surgery, a bone has been affected and we will have to put it back in place." The man and his partner look at each other, the man who gave me a bad day shrugs when he hears this and looks at me for agreement.

"Is it serious?" is all I can think to ask, my head is consumed in a whirlwind of worry.

My current situation with Freddy. A baby growing in my belly that I don't want my parents to know the truth about, and now I'm recovering from being hit by a handsome guy in the middle of the road.

"It won't be serious if you rest properly and follow the post-operative instructions." The doctor looks at me gravely.

"I don't want an operation." I say this without thinking, fear and anxiety are present, I have always been afraid of surgery.

"You are not in a position to make demands, miss. I've already fine-tuned the details and I'll pay for everything to be in order." He emphasizes the irresistible man and gives me a sideways glance, my lips dry as I notice him.

"Hey, I think the officer wants to see you, Mr. Nasser, you took a long time to show up, he'll think you're avoiding him. He knows the laws of this country very well." The doctor says in a weary voice, somehow managing to put the man off his guard.

My head shakes when I hear the last name . The last name of my son's father and his entire dynasty.

Did I have to face one of his people?

Did he send someone to run me over so that I would lose my baby?

I will not stop until I get to the ultimate consequences of that fact. f**k!

"What's your name, young man?" I ask him in a calm tone.

"I am Dr. Amin Jared, but I am not particularly young." That's the answer I get, while Mr. Nasser remains silent, looking out the window at the end of the room.

"I was referring to the individual who ran me over, he happened to be silent," I say loudly, boring my intense eyes into him.

"My name is Anthony Nasser, Ms. Hernandez."

My God!

He's Freddy's own brother. His younger brother.

This extremely attractive man is the one the office had been talking about.

One of the heirs.

Could Freddy have sent his brother to hurt me? Or is it just a twist of fate?