Chapter Five
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EMILY'S POV
What were the odds that Martins was willing to help me start a new life, after hearing my tragic story.
He was also on a business trip in Italy and was returning to Canada three days after we met.
Martins was an angel in human form and in those three days, he helped me shop all the essentials I had left with Sebastine, and took me around town, all while avoiding running into Sebastine, or anyone that could report my whereabouts to him.
Martins was very influential too and somehow managed to pay someone to steal my passport from the resort and three days later, we were off to Canada.
His presence and friendship was a breath of fresh air, and when we touched Canada, I could already feel a new life.
“Make yourself comfortable,” he said.
‘How could I not be?’
Martins left me to settle down in one of the rooms of his portable but well furnished apartment.
I hurriedly showered, feeling a bit dizzy and hungry, so I strolled out to the kitchen to get something to eat.
“Of course, I just arrived,” I overheard Martins on the phone.
“She wouldn't suspect a thing,” he continued, the other end of the call was inaudible to me.
“It wasn't much of a big deal, really,”
As I heard him speak, my heart started racing really fast, and I couldn't help think if he was talking about me.
‘Had I fallen into some sort of trap?’ I thought.
As I was still battling with processing all I was hearing, I began to feel increasingly dizzy and before the word ‘jack’ left my mouth, I was on the floor and in a battle for my life.
“Emily!” I heard Martins calling from afar.
His panicked voice calling my name was the last thing I heard, before I completely lost consciousness.
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“Are you okay? Emily?” I woke up to the blurry image of a hospital ceiling and Martins’ face hovering over me.
I slightly nodded affirmatively to his question.
“What happened?” I asked.
“I don't know, you passed out,” he said, “how do you feel?” Martins probed.
“Aside from a little headache, I feel completely fine,” I responded.
“Well, the doctor's ran some tests, but the results are yet to be out.” He said, “they did say it is likely to be a result of emotional and psychological stress,” Martins continued.
I could see just how worked up he was and it felt surreal that someone cared about me this much.
It was the first feeling of love I had from any man at all, and as I stared at him, my eyes were wet with tears of joy, before I recalled…
“Your conversation,” I said,
“Was it about me?” I probed.
“Huh?” He expressed his confusion.
“I overheard you talking about how unsuspecting I was,” I said, “Are you working with somebody?” I queried.
Martins thought for a while and then erupted into hysterical laughter.
“Oh, no, not at all,” he said, amidst laughter.
“That was an entirely different topic.” He said, “look,” he held my face softly.
“I understand you've been hurt before, but I want you to know that you're safe now, and no one is going to hurt you, okay?”
He sounded so reassuring and the feeling he brought was entirely new to me.
Martins placed a soft kiss on my forehead, leaving a permanent smile on my face, or should I say, semi permanent.
“Mr. Martins,” the doctor walked in.
“I see she's awake, lovely,” he said.
“How are you doing, Emily?” The doctor asked with a smile.
“I'm doing just fine, Doctor,” I responded.
“Of course, you are,” he said, “we got your tests results, and you're perfectly fine,” he said, “just two weeks pregnant,”
“My best guess is that you passed out from the stress, especially since you didn't know you were this early into your gestation,” the doctor said.
I turned to Martins, whose countenance had now completely changed.
Martins and I have had nothing to do with each other and had separate rooms, even at the resort. I had only been with one man all my life and now that I was about to live for myself, I was pregnant for him.
Martins walked out of the room and did not return, until the doctor said I was free to go.
We had an awfully quiet drive back to the apartment, and I didn't know what to feel, or say.
It was a stupid one night stand, none of this was supposed to happen.
I loved Sebastine with all of me, but he did nothing but hurt me. Meeting Martins was supposed to be the point where my life became about me.
“Martins!” I called strongly, as I followed him. He had alighted the vehicle and slammed the door behind him.
“Martins, please wait!” I called, following him into the apartment.
“You were sleeping with him? I thought you hated him?” He probed.
I couldn't say anything to defend myself. As far as Martins knew, I hated Sebastine, how was I going to tell him that the only reason I hated him was because he failed to give back the love I had for him?
Tears were welled in my eyes and I felt my hands tied behind my back.
‘Was I supposed to leave the love I had just found to return to the same man who was engaged to another?’
‘Did I not deserve a chance at true affection? Being loved and cared for?’
‘Did Sebastine really wield this much power to destroy my life, even from miles away?’
‘What happens if he fails to accept the child?’
‘What if returning only puts me on Chloe's chopping board?’
I was in a dilemma, lost in thoughts.
I got drawn back into consciousness after Martins walked into the bedroom, slamming the door hard behind him.
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