Surrogate for my husband's rival

Episode 6

Minutes turned into hours, hours into days and three days of restlessness had passed. My mind was never settled. Even until now, I'm still nervous, perhaps scared. According to the plan, I went back home pretending everything was normal. Andrew asked me about the implant and silence was the only answer I could give.

I was mad at Andrew, but I had to be careful with him. I should have confronted him about deceiving me, but the confrontation could have led to something else. I could blow up everything if I took a miscalculated step.

I haven't signed the contract with Martin Harrison yet. To be honest, I'm still skeptical about it. If I had enough money for myself, I would run away with the child. Neither Andrew nor Martin would be to be the father of the child.

However, I'm still waiting for signs. I'm waiting for pregnancy symptoms. Unexpected cravings, losing or adding weight, nauseousness, or tiredness, anything at all. Nothing came to my mind. For the past three days of observation, nothing special happened.

“You haven't touched your breakfast yet,” Andrew's voice took me out of my thoughts.

I sighed after being brought back to reality. My eyes scanned the heavily loaded table, the food wasn't even appetizing to me.

“My duty is to be on the table during meals and that's exactly what I'm doing now,” I said in a boring tone.

“What's gotten over you, Mirabel?” he asked, anger laced in his voice.

“What did you notice?” I retorted. “Maybe you should share whatever you've noticed about me,” I added.

“I told you not to put your hopes up with that doctor's report. I told you to forget about it, but you refused. Now, you are here disturbing me with your sour mood,” he poured out.

I almost laughed out loud but I controlled myself. Only if he knew what was going on with me. Thank God he is in the dark. That's my only way of escaping without raising suspicions.

“Eat up, Andrew. Your food is getting cold,” I said.

“You should eat,” he said with a commanding tone.

“I'm not hungry,” I told him, hoping he would keep quiet about it.

“Don't provoke me, Mirabel,” he growled, tightening his grip on his cutlery.

“Fine, I will eat,” I said through my gritted teeth.

Channeling my anger into the food, I stabbed the pancake with the image of Andrew in my head. With force, I cut it, my eyes boring into his as I stuffed the slice of pancake into my mouth.

As soon as the pancake touched my tongue, my body responded in an unexpected way. The pancake tasted so bad that I wanted to spit it away. Maybe I should spit it away, I thought as I pulled the paper rolls and spit the content in my mouth.

“Who made this horrible breakfast?” I asked, feeling irritated.

“The same chef that has been preparing the food you've been eating,” Andrew replied with disdain.

“Something is wrong with Maria,” I said without thinking.

“Something is wrong with you. You are the only problem on this table,” Andrew's reply came immediately.

“What do you mean?” I asked him.

“Nothing is wrong with this breakfast. You just want to create a scene to avoid your meal. You are looking for an excuse to provoke me, but I won't give it to you, never.”

To be honest, the food tasted awful in my mouth. I like Maria, but this pancake is horrible. I can't deny it. “This is not an excuse to do anything, this is the simple truth. I wonder how you are swallowing the s**t right now,” I blurted out, intentionally fueling his anger.

“I've had enough,” Andrew said, before pushing himself up from his seat.

With furious steps he walked towards me. Despite the tension, I didn't budge. I remained in my seat, waiting for whatever he wanted to do.

To my surprise, he grabbed the pancake with his hand and pushed it into my mouth. Instinctively, I wanted to spit it out but the bastard I called my husband covered my mouth with his hand, forcing me to chew the pancake.

I struggled, wiggling and shaking uncontrollably, but all my efforts were to no avail. His grip on my neck was tight and the hand on my mouth was firm. Giving in, I swallowed the contents in my mouth.

When he noticed that I had swallowed it, he released his grip on me. “f**k you, Andrew!” I screamed before running out of the dining room.

My legs carried me as fast as they could to my bedroom. I slammed the door behind me before running to the bathroom. Squatting in front of the toilet bowl, I emptied my stomach into the bowl. I didn't have to force it, it came naturally as if it was waiting for me to get into position.

I feel like strangling Andrew's neck. No, I feel like stabbing him in different parts of his body. I want to scream, I want to yell at him, but I don't want to ruin my plans.

A day like this is one of the reasons why I must get the power to protect myself. And once I have the power, bringing Andrew down is the first thing I would do. I loathe him so much that all I can think of is feeding his body to wild birds.

Pulling myself together, I got up from the floor. My reflection was the first thing that greeted me. I stared at myself in the mirror, but I didn't see myself. Instead, I saw a woman desperate for her freedom. A woman who is ready to fly, but her wings are clipped by her marriage. I saw a woman who could be better and do better. At that moment, I realized that my key to flying was with Martin Harrison. I will use him to get everything I want, then I will disappear with everything I get.

This would be the last time I would be a fool to a man. Not with Andrew and never with Martin. I will play along with the latter, get the money and disappear with my baby.

As I settled my plan, I smiled at my reflection in the mirror. My life. No, our life was about to change. We will get a better life as soon as I sign the contract. I don't care what my family will think about me. They had never thought better about me before. I don't care what I have to risk, I won't stop now.

The plan is simple: get a positive result, sign the contract, hide my identity from Martin, move into a new house, get the money and disappear without trace. f**k Andrew, f**k Martin. I am in charge of my body and everything that concerns me.