claimed by Mr.billionaire

5 (Who is Victor)

It's positive!

My heart sank as I saw the first test...'No, no no!' I immediately picked the next one, dug my teeth into the cover and ripped it roughly then tried it out.

the second was also positive..I tried the third, the fourth, the fifth...

Tears ran down my cheeks. My stomach ached as I collapsed on the floor, the last test trembling in my hand, screaming the same word: positive.

I'm pregnant!

I heard knocking on the bathroom door and his voice 'Scarlett? you done?' I rushed to the door, flung it open, and snapped at him.

'It's all because of you! I hate you! my life is ruined, I don't want to be a mother...'

he seemed startled, his eyes widened as I approached him and shoved the tests in his face, my anger boiling over.

I punched his chest but he stopped my hand mid-way but I continued shouting at him...'It's you! I had my entire life waiting for me! now I am pregnant! Because of you! a divorced loser, I hope you die!'

The words left my mouth like venom, and the moment I saw his face—confused, hurt, silent.

I realized how horrible they sounded. He didn't move, didn't speak. Just stood there, turquoise eyes frozen, still gripping my wrist mid-swing, stopping me from hitting him again.

The silence was suffocating.

Then his phone rang shattering it.

He blinked, pulled it out with his other hand, and answered 'yeah? what's it?...' His eyebrows furrowed deeply, as he was listening to the other side of the phone before replying

'Fine' he said after a pause. 'Make an appointment with them at 7 p.m. tomorrow. Call the doctor and tell him to meet me at the office at 7:30. I’ll close the deal in thirty minutes. Oh, and call Rei—tell her I’m not showing up this week. Reschedule. How about that?'

My breath caught.

Did just he say doctor? is he sick? The pharmacy visit earlier flashed through my mind. I swallowed hard, guilt curdling in my gut.

Did I just say that to a sick man?

After he ended his call, he looked back at me. He let a sigh then let my wrist and spoke 'Let's sit and see what will we do, without all that drama.' His tone sounded as if he was already tired. I followed him in silence as he guided me to sit on the sofa.

He sat near me, then started to talk. 'You know? I never, ever allowed someone to talk to me like that.' His tone was firm, I felt like he was scolding me in a way.

He continued with a slightly mocking tone 'It's all my fault? really? I am the only one at fault, huh? You can say all you want that it's my fault, guess what? you're still pregnant...you're adult, so pull yourself together and act like an adult.' He paused then his eyes flickered to the pregnancy tests then he sighed.

'And I apologize, I genuinely thought I used protection, even I wouldn't want another kid..' wait did he just say "another"?! He has kids?!

He continued 'I won't tell you what to do, If you want to get rid of it I will take all the financial responsibility, and I know good doctors to assure your health...' he continued making me feel more awful about what I said earlier 'You can think about it all you want. But I ask you to let me know about it because I want to take the responsibility of it, I'm not a scum to leave you after I knew that.'

I sighed and he walked away to the kitchen..

How did I ended like this? I couldn't think straight, I couldn't decide what to do.

I'm pregnant...But, It's still early I can...I thought for a moment about getting rid of the baby.

My hand rested on my belly, I'm young, too young, I don't even know anything about Victor except he's divorced, And it's an accident... this is a mistake.

This was all messed up.

I stood up and spoke little louder so that Victor hears me. 'I can't think right now, I will go home.' I was about to walk when he got out of the kitchen 'let me drive you home... It's not safe to take a taxi alone in this state.'

The silence in the car was suffocating. The only sound was the distant hum of the tires on the road. My mind was still a mess, my fingers cold against my lap. I needed to say something, anything.

So I did. My voice barely above a whisper.

'You know? It's kind of scary... what happened between us. I mean... I don't even know your age.'

He kept his eyes on the road, unfazed. 'I'm 46.'

The words crashed into me like a tidal wave. My breath hitched. My stomach twisted.

'What?! You're WHAT?!'

I turned to face him fully, my eyes wide in disbelief. He glanced at me from the corner of his eye, then—chuckled. He thinks this is a joke?

'I didn’t mean to keep it a secret, but I knew you'd be shocked, so I decided not to mention my age. I thought I wouldn't see you again after that night, you know.'

I opened my mouth, then closed it. My brain was trying to do the math. 46. Forty-six. That meant when I was just a kid—he was already an adult. When I was starting high school, he was… what? In his thirties?

That's insane! He doesn't even look forty. And I know no man in his forties will be able to do what he did that night. Oh, wake up Scarlett, It's not the right time to remember this.

The air suddenly felt heavier.

He didn’t even let me recover before dropping another bomb.

'And I have kids. Two kids. A 19-year-old daughter and a 17-year-old son.'

I snapped my head toward him. 'You have two—TWO kids?!'

He chuckled again. He thought this was funny?!

I pressed my fingers against my temple, trying to process everything. His daughter was probably in college like me. My stomach twisted at the thought. I swallowed hard.

'That’s not a time to laugh,' I muttered, my voice tight with frustration. 'I am pregnant, and the father is old enough to be my—'

He rolled his eyes, still smirking. 'Father? Really? You're gonna start calling me daddy now?'

I exhaled sharply at his irritating comments. 'Don’t you see how messed up this is?! This whole situation is insane! You slept with me, A girl in the age of your daughter or older just by two years!'

His smirk didn’t fade. Instead, he gave me a side glance, his voice annoyingly calm.

"You're blaming me again. Remind me, who was the one who insisted on doing this?"

I went silent, embarrassed when I remembered how I begged him to sleep with me that night. My mouth parted slightly, I wanted to say that I was drunk...but no words came out.

'Right,' he continued. 'You.'

The smirk was gone now, replaced with something else—something unreadable.

'It's our fault, both of us. Not just me. And I already said I will take my fair share of responsibility, If you wanted to get rid of the baby just tell me and I will take care of all the financial stuff'

His voice was low, steady. There was no accusation in his tone, no anger. Just... reality.

And reality was suffocating. Then I remembered...'What were you doing in the pharmacy back then? are you sick or something.'

'I was getting some pills, nothing serious, don't worry, I won't die and leave you before we handle whatever in your tummy.' His answer was sarcastic and irritating as he didn't even look at me, giving the road his full attention.

'You talked about what would you do if I decided to get rid of the baby, what if I decided to keep it huh?'

He didn't talk for a moment then his voice was shockingly too serious. 'Then we'll do whatever it takes. I won't leave you, don't worry.'

After that the silence came back to the car. He's driving, and I am lost in thought.

I decided to break the silence again 'And what's your full name? Victor what? and what do you do for living.'

'Victor Lancaster, and I am a CEO of a real estate development group' He said, unfazed.

Wow...That man is too perfect for his own good. Agh Scarlett, focus.

'And you mentioned you're divorced, will that become a problem to me?' I asked and he shook his head slightly.

'No no, my ex is too busy with other things, I suppose. Like, trying to take half of my wealth. So nothing will happen to you.'

After he arrived me in front of the college dormitories, I was about to get out when he suddenly extended his hand and said 'Give me your phone for a second.'

I gave him the phone and I saw him typing something then his phone rang. He was typing his phone number?

'I gave you my number so you can contact me and tell me what did you decide.'

I nodded then he left with his car and went back to my dorm.

Everything seemed too exhausting. I went from a struggle to another. I wanted to talk to someone, anyone. when I reached my phone I searched for someone to call, to tell them to help me.

My mom? no absolutely not, she will be panicking and will blame and judge me like always. Even worse she could drop me off from college.

Mia or Gary? they're my new friends now but our relationship isn't that deep what if they judged me?

I kept scrolling through the contacts until I found Ashley's number. I thought I moved on but...I couldn't help my tears.

The only one I needed that moment was my bestie, but my bestie took my boyfriend and stabbed me in the back and never loved me like I loved her. And now, I'm all alone.

A cheat from a man breaks your heart, but a cheat from your best friend hurts your soul. The one I loved like my sister never considered me the same.

After a while I wiped my tears, trying to pull myself together. I have a huge decision to make.

Should I keep the baby or not? I have no one to help me, I am in college, the father isn't even my boyfriend, let alone he's old enough to be my father, divorced, already have children that are nearly my age, and said he would take care of the financial and medical care if I decided to get rid of the baby. I also don't know anything about children and if my family found out it would be hell for me. Even Victor doesn't want it.

But...I don't know why I get that strange feeling that I shouldn't do it. I am not sure..Did my mom considered getting rid of me when I was an infant too? But my mother is another case she was at least married. But still...She told me once that she planned to wait few years before getting pregnant but she found out that she's pregnant with me after three months of the marriage...

Did she sit in the dark, just like I am now, wondering if she should have me at all?

I looked down at my stomach, pressing my palm lightly over it.

Is it just a mistake? Or... is it a life?

A lump formed in my throat.

Am I killing it?

I didn’t know.

I just didn’t know.