Billionaires revenge; Claiming his queen

Episode 2

I’m pregnant?

“Yes ma. I believe congratulations are in order,” the doctor said with all smiles as he searched his drawers.

I can’t be pregnant.

I heard a thud which drew my attention to the doctor who was now massaging the part of his head he had hit on his table. “So you don’t want to keep the baby. We have forms for donating your baby to couples who wish to have one but can’t. I think I have a form lying here somewhere-”

“No!” I interrupted him before he went back to search. “I’m keeping it. I’m keeping my baby.” My hands immediately hugged my stomach in a protective hug. Thoughts were swarming my mind at a million miles per hour. I needed to leave to process all that has happened.

The doctor slid a book and form across the table to me giving me a sympathetic smile. “Please reconsider my suggestion. I know you might find it hard to take care of your child…”

I wasn’t listening to him at this point again. What does he mean by that?

“Excuse me,” I cut him off before he could continue whatever he was saying. I wasn’t interested in hearing any of it anyway. “what do you mean by ‘I won’t be able to take care of my baby’?”

The doctor broke out in a cold sweat. His eyes darted sideways as if searching for a means to escape as I stood up from my seat, towering over him in the process. His eyes darted to the side and I caught his gaze.

Following his line of vision, my eyes landed on the screen of the television in his office. I was in the headlines, portrayed as the billionaire’s ex-wife that was divorced with nothing in her name because she was caught in a******y.

You’ve gotta be kidding me. Even the whole world sees me as the villain.

I was livid. How dare he act like the victim when I was the victim? Snatching my purse from the table, I burst out of the office without sparing the doctor a second glance. The reality started to slip in.

I was divorced with nothing to live by except the money which Ferdinard gave me to transport myself out of this city, there was basically nobody in this city that hadn't heard the news, and the best part was that I was knocked up with that bastard’s child.

I flung my purse at the wall in my fit of rage and let out a scream. The passerbys must have tagged me as crazy. Some were even pulling out their phones to take videos of me. I needed a plan and I had to act fast.

Breathe Sarah. Breathe. Take in deep breaths.

I obligued to my mental instructions and took in a deep breath, holding it for a few seconds before letting it out.

Now let’s leave here. The last thing we need is for Ferd to see us like this because those videos are surely getting uploaded on t****k.

I knew I was calm once that thought came. I retrieved my purse from where it lay on the floor and quickly booked a cab back to the apartment I was staying. Avery’s apartment.

*****

“Are you okay? I saw the news,” those were the words Avery used to greet me once I walked into the apartment. Concern was etched across her face as she helped me settle down on the couch.

I was too tired to quarrel with her and just allowed her to drag me wherever she wanted.

I took a sip out of the glass of water she offered before she settled down beside me. “What happened Sarah? And who was that bastard lawyer you hired?”

I could tell she was seething. With everything that had occurred today, my lawyer’s incompetence was at the bottom of my list of worries.

I exhaled barely able to hold myself together. I starred at my best friend and the tears I had tried to hold in all this time began to leak out against my will. She grew worried immediately.

“What happened?” Her eyes were already scanning me all over for any signs of injury. I shook my head as I handed the envelope to her. She gave it a confused look.

“He told me to leave this city in 24 hours and…” I broke down completely, unable to let the other words out of my mouth. I was quickly engulfed in Avery’s embrace. She was shaking, I felt her tears on my shoulder as she muttered curses against Ferd.

“That bastard. I should have completed law school so I’ll sue his ass and lock him in the worst jail I can find on the planet. I’ll-”

“I’m pregnant.”

I was immediately pulled away from Avery’s comforting embrace and into her vice claw clutches.

“What do you mean you’re pregnant?” She asked with disbelief written across her face, her eyes scanning my body intently for the slightest signs of change.

She brought down her voice to a whisper, “As in Ferd’s child? The bastard Ferd who we hate? That Ferd?”

I nodded.

“Get an abortion.”

“What? I’m not doing that.” The thought left a bitter taste in my mouth. Avery gave me a stare in disbelief.

“That child carries the same genes with the man who just turned your life upside down and you don’t want to get rid of it?” Her anger was rising but so was mine.

“It’s my child too!” I exclaimed enraged. Accumulated anger from everything that has gone down. “My genes also flow through the veins of this fetus and I will keep it. I’ll do whatever I bloody want to do whether you agree with it or not. Why should my baby pay for the sins of his father?”

Avery and I were now standing toe to toe with each other, glaring into each other's iris and exhaling forcefully. After a few tense seconds, Avery backed down with a sigh as she ran her hand through her long black hair.

“So what are we going to do?” She asked collapsing into the couch with her eyes fixed on my stomach that I was hugging protectively.

I exhaled, shoulders sagging a little at the action. “I don’t know.” I too collapsed into the couch beside Avery, who was still starring intently at my stomach.

“What?” I finally asked tired of her weird staring.

“Your maternal instincts are no joke,” she let out a small chuckle. “You’ll make a good mum, Sarah. Do what you think would be best for your baby.”

I nodded, spilling happy tears for the first time in a while. Giving her hand a little squeeze, I nodded in gratitude. She returned my smile and squeezed my hand in return before she froze as if she had been stung like a bee.

“What?” I asked, already suspecting what had happened. My best friend had just gotten an idea, and from the way she was smiling at me, I wouldn’t like it. “What?” I asked again, growing impatient.

“This baby might as well be your salvation, Sarah,” I swallowed nervously. “I just thought of something.”

“Something?” I asked.

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