Love Is Betrayal

11.The Test

CHAPTER ELEVEN

~BECCA~

“What!” I shook my head, my cheeks flushing red. “That’s a crazy assumption”

“Is it though? Cause you do look pregnant?” She stroked her chin, staring at my entire being like she was studying a book.

“Well, I’m not. What do you know about pregnant women anyway,” I shrugged.

“As a private chef, I’ve worked with pregnant women so I know their patterns,”

I cleared my throat “I had a bit to drink so I guess I’m still hungover. Can you please make me chicken broth soup? I’m sure I’ll feel better after tasting your awesome cooking,”

“Say please!”

“Please!” I pouted my lips, blinking my eyes like an innocent puppy.

“Alright! Alright!” She laughed heartily and set to work.

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The next day, I got ready to go to the hospital. I wanted to see Faith and also see a doctor. I thought the nausea would vanish after tasting Avery’s broth soup but it was still persistent.

A thought came into my mind. What if I’m actually pregnant? Then that would be a disaster. I’m supposed to be getting married to Tristan. I can’t be pregnant with Logan's child.

I'd have taken a strip test but I was too scared to buy a pregnancy kit.

I heard they were not a hundred percent accurate and I didn’t want to gamble with my heart. It’s best to get a test and be a hundred percent sure.

I took a quick shower and cleaned up properly before heading to the hospital. Firstly, I went to see the doctor and he suggested a few tests be done including a pregnancy test. Up next, I went to Faith’s room which was just a few blocks away.

I sat beside her, holding her hands as I watched her sleep peacefully on the bed. She was much more stable now and was responding to treatment. There were several cables connected to her body and she looked weak and pale.

She opened her eyes a few seconds later, staring at me.

“Faith!” I sat up, excitement dancing in my eyes.

She flashed me a dry smile. “Hey, Becca,”

I shook my head, getting emotional. Her lips looked so chapped, and her eyes were white and sunken. She was starting to look like a shadow of herself and it broke me.

“Faith! You have no idea how scared I was,” My eyes began to water. She had gotten so weak that a day to my wedding, she couldn’t move or walk till she finally passed out.

“You don’t need to be. You know I’m a champ, right?” She chuckled, groaning. It was obvious that movement was painful for her.

“Yes, you’re right,” I nodded, clasping her fragile wrists even tighter. My tears began to freely flow down my face.

“Come on, Becca. Don’t cry. I’m still here, and I promise that I’m going to push till the end. I won’t die so easily, okay?”

“Y-Yes, of course,” I sniffed, wiping my tears with the back of my hands.

“So tell me, how did the wedding go! It was perfect, right?” Her eyes lit up as she stared at me. Faith has always been the biggest supporter of love. She supported me and Logan’s love story and sometimes settled arguments between us. She was supposed to be a part of my bridal train but she couldn’t because of her ill health

The light in my face disappeared as I heard that question. I’ve been slowly trying to heal and even though it was hard, I was making little progress.

I sighed, removing my hands from hers.

“Let’s not talk about it,” I murmured.

I didn’t want to upset her, not when her health is so fragile. I’d wait till she is much better before saying anything.

“Did something happen?” A look of worry flashed on her face as she noticed my countenance.

“It’s nothing, just couple fights,” I flashed her a plastic smile. “Let’s talk about something else.

Hours passed, and I spent time in Faith’s company, talking to her and making her laugh. I was careful enough not talk about my situation so she wouldn’t get bothered.

After a while, I went to see the doctor in charge of Faith’s case and he assured me that she was a priority on the donor’s list.

“Thank you very much, doctor,” I said and left his office. The pregnancy test results were ready so I went to the doctor’s office to pick them up. I collected the result, neatly placed in a brown envelope, and set off to my doctor’s office.

It is finally time to know what is making me feel so weak and I could only pray that my worst fear wouldn’t come to pass.