From Heartbreak to Forever

The sound of water gushing woke me up. As I tried to open my eyes, I felt a banging pain in my head. I had had too much to drink the previous night and now I was suffering the consequences of that. But would you blame me? What do you expect from a woman who got her heart broken by the man she thought she was going to spend the rest of her life with? Michael and I had been dating for over 3 years and I thought we were going to get married but all of a sudden, he comes to me one day and tells me that is no longer interested in me. I asked him so many times why he changed his mind and he gave no valuable reason. It wasn’t until a few days after he broke up with me that I heard he was getting married to another woman. I was hurt when he broke up with me but I felt even more hurt when I realized that he had been seen another woman behind my back and the reason he broke up with me was because of her. Days after hearing that news, I resulted to drowning myself in alcohol at clubhouses. "Aren’t you going to get up, pack up your stuffs and leave my house?” A deep masculine voice said, waking me fully. What was a man doing in my house? With my eyes fully opened, I turned to look at the direction where the sound came from to see a tall, handsome man looking at me. “What do you mean leave your house? This is my house,” I asked with a hoarse voice. “Look around you, can you afford all these luxurious stuff,” the man said. I looked around and realized that truly, I wasn’t in my house. The room was so big, probably bigger than my entire house. The bed was gigantic; 20 people could probably sleep on it. He interiors of the room were so beautiful. “I shouldn’t have brought you here in the first place but my stupid drunken self keeps doing stupid stuff,” the man said. "I’m truly sorry. I thought this was my house. I…” I was saying until I came to a realization of something. I looked at myself and saw that I was naked underneath the bed covers. My eyes widened in shock as I looked back at the stranger. “Hold on, who are you and what did you do to me?” I asked. “Oh my, look at this dimwit. Not only is she ignorant, she’s also dumb,” the man muttered. "Did you kidnap me? I’ll call the cops on you,” I said looking around for my phone. "It’s not like I’m scared of your threats or anything; but we met at the clubhouse last night where you were drowning yourself in alcohol, sobbing over the facts that your boyfriend left you for another woman and then you decided to follow me home,” he explained. It was then I remembered all that happened the previous night: how I walked into the clubhouse and kept ordering for more drinks until I could no longer remember anything. “Now that you remember, get up, pack your stuff and get the hell out of my house because I call my security to throw you out. Bloody pauper. You give them a taste of the good life and they want more. Get the hell out, woman,” the man said very rudely. I immediately got out of bed, got dressed, grabbed my phone and purse and I ran out of his room, under his watchful gaze. As I ran out, I realized the mansion was even bigger. I had a one night stand with a billionaire and a rude one at that. I ran out of the premises. Luckily for me, I got a cab. I boarded it and gave the driver my destination and he drove me there. Days passed since the incidence with the rude rich man. Since then, I never went to clubhouses again to avoid doing something I would end up regretting again. I carried on with my job which I enjoyed. Over the days, I heard rumors in the office that the boss was going to transfer someone to the headquarters in New Jersey and I hoped not to be the one because I loved New York. One morning, I woke up sick. I kept throwing up everywhere and I thought I had caught a flu. When it persisted, I decided to see the doctor. The doctor ran some test and came back to give me the results. "Miss Miller, congratulations,” the doctor started. I looked at him with a confused look on my face. “What are you congratulating me for, doctor?” I asked. "I’m congratulating you because you are pregnant, Miss Miller,” the doctor said. I looked at the doctor dumbfounded. Then I chuckled and said, “You’re mistaken, Doctor. That’s probably not my result, right?”“I’m not mistaken, Miss Miller; you are really pregnant, 4 weeks pregnant,” the doctor said with a serious look on his face. I sat back lost in thoughts as I tried to recall who could possibly be the father and that was when it clicked. The rude rich man. I felt my heart racing really fast and it was almost like I couldn’t breathe well. I grabbed my chest with my hand when I felt a sharp pain in my chest. "Mrs. Miller are you okay?” The doctor asked me. “I’m good. Thank you doctor,” I said, getting up from my seat. As I went back home, I thought about that I was going to do with the child inside me. I finally decided that I wasn’t going to tell the father. I kept the secret to myself. One morning I got to work to meet a letter on my desk. “Letter of Transfer” was the heading. I’d just been transferred!!!