A Twisted Choice
"Isn't that Liam's shoe?" Abigail mused quietly as she gazed at the shoe in front of her sister's room. She looked at it again, looking worried.
She approached her sister's room, putting down vegetables she bought from the market. As she got to the entrance, she bent down, gazing at the shoe.
" Isn't this Liam's shoe?" She mused again, picking the shoe up. She signed heavily, standing up. Her hand rested on the door handle, heart racing. She gazed at the shoe once more, exhaling deeply. "I'm certain it's his. Why would Liam be in my sister's room? What's he doing there? " she pondered aloud, eyes shut.
"It can't be Liam. My boyfriend wouldn't be there. This can't be his shoe. I trust Liam so much. Liam will never do something of such. We have been dating since the past three years and he has promised to marry me, " she reassured herself, turning away.
She looked at the ring in her hand.
"I trust my boyfriend.He can never cheat on me ," she said, calming herself.
As she prepared to move, a voice from the room caught her attention.
"Isn't that Liam's voice?" she questioned, hand on her forehead. Her heart raced faster, and her eyes involuntarily closed, grappling with uncertainty.
Summoning her courage, Abigail swung the door wide open.
"Liam?" she questioned, eyes widening at the sight of her 'lovely' boyfriend atop her sister.
"What are you doing here? On top of my sister?" she added, her surprise evident. Everything seemed like an illusion; she couldn't believe what was happening..
Liam hastily stood up, grabbing his boxers and covering his face with both hands, overwhelmed with shame. Using his left hand, he discreetly picked up Abigail's sister's pants and tossed them beneath the bed.
"It's the work of the devil," he stammered, approaching Abigail, his body sweating.
"What are you doing with my sister?" Abigail asked once more, closing and reopening her eyes as if hoping it was a nightmare.
"Don't come closer, cheater!!!" she yelled, her voice breaking.
"It's the work of the devil. It's not what you're thinking, Abigail. I can explain," Liam pleaded, kneeling down.
Abigail started weeping.
"Explain what exactly? What do you want to explain? How dare you cheat on me? Aren't you ashamed of yourself? I give you the love you deserve, and you still have the audacity to cheat on me—with my sister, of all people?" she roared.
"Babe, I can explain what's going on. Please hear me out," Liam said.
"I'm done with this relationship!!," Abigail declared, removing the ring from her finger.
"I can't be with a cheater. This relationship is over!!," she said again, wiping away her tears.
"Please forgive me, Abigail. It's the devil's work. I know how you're feeling, but find a place in your heart to forgive me. I promise I won't do something like that again," Liam pleaded, crawling towards Abigail.
About to touch her, Abigail yelled again, "Go to Hell! I have nothing to do with you anymore. You've already proposed, and I've accepted. Our wedding date is around the corner, and we're about to fix a date for it."
She threw the ring at him.
"Abigail, I can explain," Liam said, picking up the ring. "Let me tell you the truth."
Abigail roared at him again.
"What truth do you want to say again? I saw you on top of my sister, Liam. Why would you do something like that and still ask me to forgive you? You cheated on me in our house, Liam," she said.
"Abigail, please forgive me," Liam pleaded, lying flat before her.
Looking at him, Abigail hissed. Then, she turned her gaze to her sister, Zoey, who was already watching her. Zoey got down from the bed, picking up a towel to cover herself.
"Abigail..." Zoey began, but Abigail interrupted sharply, "What the hell do you want to say? Zoey, aren't you ashamed of yourself?"
"I'm sorry to say, but I'm pregnant with your boyfriend's child," Zoey confessed, and the towel slipped, exposing some part of her n*****s.
Abigail was stunned. "Pregnant? His child?" she asked rhetorically.
"I did it to avoid my arranged marriage. I'm pregnant with your boyfriend's child," Zoey declared, taking a seat on the bed.
Abigail, surprised, couldn't help but glance at the uncovered part of Zoey's breasts. Tears started rolling down her cheeks.
"Why?" Abigail asked, turning her face toward her boyfriend.
Suddenly, the door swung open, and Zoey's parents entered the room. Stunned, Zoey's mother, Nora, approached her daughter, gazing at her.
"What are you doing with another man when you are engaged?" she asked.
Zoey maintained her silence. She leaned against the wall, her gaze fixed on her father.
Nora took a step forward, noting Abigail's tearful state. A deep sigh escaped her as she placed her hand on her shoulder.
"Maybe Abigail should marry the man instead," Nora suggested, her proposal hanging in the air.
Abigail, upon hearing this, hissed and made a move to leave the room.
Zoey's father, William, intervened, "Don't you need to pay for Grace's treatment?"
Abigail halted at his words.
"What?" she asked rhetorically, turning back.
"If you agree to marry the man Zoey was supposed to marry, we'll provide money for Grace's treatment," William declared.
Abigail was left speechless. About to respond, Nora moved more closer, placing both hands on Abigail's waist.
"Do you have any other means of paying for Grace's treatment? You know how crucial it is. Why not accept the offer?" Nora said.
Nora took out a handkerchief from her front pocket and gently wiped away Abigail's tears.
"Will you pay for her treatment for real?" Abigail asked, looking at Nora.
Nora shook her head, placing her hands around Abigail's neck. "Yes, of course. We are going to pay for it," she replied.
"I accept," Abigail said, closing her eyes.
Hearing this, Nora patted her on the shoulder, offering a comforting smile.
"Wow. Thanks so much," Zoey said joyfully, rising from the bed. She rushed toward Abigail, her breast fully exposed.
Grabbing Abigail's hands, she kissed her on the forehead. "I love you so much," Zoey expressed, kissing her again.
Abigail remained silent, gazing at Zoey's 'deceitful' face, tears once again streaming down her cheeks.
"Why are you so wicked?" Abigail mused to herself, faking a smile.
