Craved By Mr. Russell

MALIYAH ~~ “The baby has to die for you to live, Mrs Willows.” My world crashed as those words hit my eardrums, tearing me apart even though they were spoken softly by a concerned woman, Dr. Hurrel who has been my family doctor for the past two years of my marriage. I blinked rapidly, stuttering, “W-what?” A few minutes ago, she told me I was pregnant, and I had never been happier. Finally, after two years of marriage, I could make my husband a father—a complete man. We have always wanted a baby, and my heart leaped for joy when Dr. Hurrel announced the good news. However, my pure happiness has turned into complete fear and disbelief. “We’ve to terminate the pregnancy, Mrs. Willows. That’s the only way we can save you. You came in bleeding and—“ Dr. Hurrel began to explain things. But I disagreed, tears filling my eyes, “it was a little amount of blood. There is no way I would kill my baby because of that.” Actually, the bleeding started a couple of days ago and I had assumed that I was finally menstruating after the unusual delay I experienced. That was what brought me to the hospital in the first place. “You call that little?” She scoffed kindly if that was even possible. “Your fallopian tube is on the brink of rupturing because you are carrying a fetus in it.” I inhaled sharply, my eyes widening as my ears rang, “Ectopic pregnancy?” My voice was shaky because I knew what that could mean for me and my baby. I have heard about women who had to sacrifice the lives of their babies or die trying to carry their babies until they could survive in the incubator. “Yes, Mrs. Willows.” My Doctor answered with a void face but I knew she cared about me. “How long can I carry my baby?” I asked softly, holding back tears. “Can I carry my baby until it can survive–” “I don’t advise that, Mrs. Willows. There is a ninety-five percent chance that your tube will rupture within the next month of pregnancy even if you are on bedrest and a hundred percent chance that you will collapse under stress. Any form of stress. The chances are high so let–” “I’ll take my chances, Doctor.” I cut in. “Listen to me, Maliyah,” Dr. Hurrel dropped formalities as she sat beside my bed, holding my trembling hand. “I know how hard it is for you to make a decision but medically you have to let this baby go.” My heart clenched as I burst into tears, “I can’t. I have lost so many people these past few years. My twin sister died in an accident, my mom is battling with heart problems and I just need this baby, Clair.” Dr. Clair Hurrel wasn’t a friend but she is a confidant. She declared my sister dead and has been taking care of my mom in this same hospital. She knows how badly I needed this miracle in my womb or better still, in my tube. “I understand but keeping this baby will kill you–” My loud sobs cut Clair off. She held me as I cried and came to a more reasonable conclusion. I sniffled as I said to my doctor, “Can I at least inform Ryder? He needs to know.” Dr Hurrel nodded but she didn’t quite understand me. “You can call Mr. Willows and get him here–” “No, Doctor. I want to have a face-to-face discussion with my husband.” I interjected and raised my hand when she tried to argue, “I’ll be back, I promise.” Ryder was my life, my everything. He loves me despite my background and has taken care of my mom’s hospital bills since we got married. I love him more than words could tell. Dr. Hurrel didn’t try to stop me, but she made me sign a medical form before she discharged me. My chauffeur, Collins, helped me get into the black jeep with tinted glasses. He got behind the wheels, his older eyes looking at mine through the rear mirror as he asked, “Are we going home, Mrs. Willows?” “I have told you to call me Maliyah, Collins. You are old enough to be my father.” I said before I could stop myself. I never got to know my dad. My mom raised my sister and me and she forbade us from speaking about our dad. Before I could get lost in my thoughts, I sighed, focusing on the issue at hand, “Take me to the company. I need to speak to my husband.” If Collins noticed the change in my mood, he didn’t comment on it. Instead, he drove me to Ryder’s office in silence. I tried to remain calm throughout the drive but my heart wouldn’t stop racing. Fortunately, we arrived in Ryder’s company parking lot, and I walked towards the entrance of the skyscraper building. “Welcome, Mrs. Willows.” Everyone I met on the way to Ryder’s office greeted me warmly and I could only pray that my face wouldn’t tell the tale of the storm within me. Having worked here for a few months before getting married to Ryder and becoming a full housewife, I was well-known around here. “Hello,” I greeted the unfamiliar face behind the secretary’s desk after stepping out of the elevator. “I’m here to see Mr. Willows.” Recognition flashed over her face and I assumed Ryder had told her about his wife even though he didn’t tell me he got a new secretary. Nervously, she rose to her feet and responded, “Good afternoon, Mrs. Willows. Mr. Willows is currently in a meeting.” “In the boardroom?” I asked, wanting nothing more than to sit down and not worsen my condition before I got to see Ryder. Her gazes shifted rapidly but I didn't think much about it even as she stuttered, “Y-yes, Mrs. Wi-willows.” I offered her a smile, “I’ll be in his office.” “No, Mrs. Willows. You can’t go into–” It was at this point that I frowned, “I’m his wife. He wouldn’t mind me waiting for him in his office. You can relax and go back to work.” I dragged my feet towards Ryder’s office which was just behind his secretary’s desk and I didn’t stop walking even though I could hear the nervous secretary rushing after me. Newbies. They always try too hard. “Please, Mrs Willows. I can’t–” She started. But I pushed the door to Ryder’s office open before she could finish her statement or catch up with me. I expected the space to be empty but to my surprise, my husband was in his office and buried deep within another woman who he has spread out on his desk. Neither of them realized that I was standing by the door, not even Ryder who pulled out of the tiny woman and slammed into her, crushing my heart as he groaned. I whimpered, staggering away from the door as my husband’s dilated eyes met with my teary ones. Desire glinted in his eyes before he realized that I was standing right there while he cheated on me… while he f****d another woman. I expected remorse. I expected shock. I expected my husband to pull out immediately and chase the slut out. However, a harsh reality sank into me when Ryder’s c**k remained within the woman and he gritted at me, holding her legs against his chest, “What the hell are you doing in my office unannounced, Liyah?” I froze up as his anger struck me in the core of my being. I thought I was hallucinating but Ryder barked at me like he didn’t kiss me sweetly before leaving home earlier today, “Answer me, Liyah. Why the f**k are you here?”