Love Is Betrayal

12.At The Store

CHAPTER TWELVE

~BECCA~

I shut my eyes, praying under my breath that the results come in as a fever or a random minor sickness. I could hear the doctor tear the envelope in his hands and my heart began to beat hard in my chest, threatening to tear out of my rigcage.

“Miss Morgan,” his voice rang in the air.

I held my breath.

“Congratulations, you are three weeks pregnant,”

I opened my eyes, a wave of disappointment flashing through my countenance. My fingers scraped the fabric of my dress as I bit my lips anxiously.

Why now! How can this happen to me? I was usually very careful. I guess I slacked a few weeks before the wedding because I was going to be getting married to Logan and didn’t see the need for pills.

“s**t!” I cursed under my breath. My forehead was damp with sweat. What do I do now that I’m getting married to Tristan?

I know Logan quite well. If he learns that I’m carrying his baby, then he will try to take the child from me. He came from a broken family without a dad, and he swore to give his children the best life ever.

I didn’t stand a chance fighting against him on my own. Plus, I didn’t want him near my child. Since he rejected me, he has automatically rejected the seed in my womb.

The doctor prescribed some medication and gave me a few instructions to follow. After that, I stood up dejectedly and left the doctor’s office. I had barely taken a few steps when my phone began to ring. It was Tristan calling.

I bit my lips nervously.

How do I break the news to Tristan? Would he be able to look past this new information? I took a deep breath to steady myself.

“Relax, Becca,” I said to myself.

I cleared my throat and picked up the call.

“Hello,”

“Hey, Becca. How are you doing? Are you much better?” His voice was laced with concern.

“Um..yeah, I am,”

“Great. We need to meet up,”

“I’m not home,” I said hoarsely.

“I’ll send a driver to wherever you are. Text me your address,”

And with that, the line went dead.

***

I sat in Tristan’s living room, staring absent-mindedly into space. My mind was heavily on my unborn child and how I’m going to navigate pregnancy. It would have been perfect if I were married to Logan and now, I feel like I’m trapped in a situation I don't know how to get out of.

I looked up as I heard a sound. My eyes darted in the direction of the noise and I could see Tristan walking down the stairs.

I sat up, adjusting myself in my seat.

“Hey Becca,” he took his seat in the chair opposite me. I swallowed hard as he looked dashing in his grey shirt and sweat pants. How can someone look so good on a casual afternoon at home? For a moment, I forgot my situation as I took in the masterpiece in front of me.

“Hi. You wanted to see me?” I went straight to the point as he locked eyes with me. I didn’t want him to know I was staring at him.

“Yes,” he cleared his throat. “The engagement party will be coming up very soon…”

“Engagement party?” I gasped, my eyes widening in surprise.

“Yes. We would have an engagement, and then a wedding…”

“But is that necessary?” I interrupted, picking at my fingers nervously. I was starting to feel uneasy.

“Yes, it is. It has to be loud and shake the internet so everyone knows how real this is,”

My heart suddenly began to beat fast in my chest. I thought we would have a small low-key wedding. To be fair, I never asked but since it was a contract marriage, I assumed it would be a small get together.

I didn’t want to be in the media, especially because I am pregnant. What if people notice and begin to talk about it?

Things are beginning to spiral out of control and I didn’t know what else to do.

“Um…can we please have a small wedding?” I managed to croak. My forehead had become damp with sweat because of how nervous I was.

“Nothing about Tristan Blackwill is ever small. As soon as the engagement is announced, you will be moving in with me so get ready, you’re going shopping right now,”

“Shopping!” My eyes enlarged.

“Yes! Your wardrobe needs to be fit for the future wife of Mr Blackwill,”

“Is this really necessary?”

“Yes, it is. You can start with Royal clothing. It’s one of the best clothing stores and I have assigned their stylist to look after you. Patricia, another stylist will meet you there and she will take you to the other stores so she can help you,”

I blinked, not knowing what to say. I always liked to look good but I never paid so much attention to clothes. It dawned on me that I’m about to be Tristan Blackwill’s wife.

This is getting more real every day.

I couldn’t protest because I understand. I’m going to be in the eyes of the media so I need to look my best. As his fiancée, I am a reflection of him and that means a taunt to my name is a taunt to his name.

I got into the car he had prepared for me and sat still, staring at the window and looking at the activities outside. Soon, I began to drift in and out of sleep.

“We’re here,” the driver’s voice penetrated my dreams. I opened my eyes, stifling a yawn. The driver opened the door and I got out after muttering a ‘Thank you’ to him.

I was standing in front of one of the most luxurious stores I’ve ever seen. I could instantly tell that even the smallest item on here was expensive.

The security opened the door. I acknowledged him with a curt nod and walked in, my eyes briefly feasting around the store. It had bright tiny lights on the roof with a chandelier resting in the middle. The floor was a nice spread of golden wooden tiles and the clothes were neatly arranged in quality racks.

Tristan sure has taste.

“Good afternoon Miss Becca,” one of the workers walked up to me, giving me a slight bow.

“Hello, good morning,” I flashed her a warm smile.

“What would you like? We have champagne. Oh! And one of the finest wine blends ranging from an Italian red wine…”

“Um…water will be fine,”

“Of course,” she gave a light bow and walked away.

Another worker appeared. “Hello, Miss Becca. I’ll be helping you out with your style today. Can I show you around?”

I was about to reply when I heard the sound of the door opening.

“We have a VIP shopping ward if you prefer,” the stylist added.

I nodded, gesturing for her to lead the way.

“Please, I'd like a glass of champagne,” I heard a voice behind me. I could recognize that voice even in my sleep. My eyes widened as I turned around.

Standing by the door was Kristen, looking all glammed up with her hands clamped around Logan’s.