Episode 001
I sat silently in the car and watched my partner take the wheel like he had never before. I asked, "Babe, please tell me what is going on with you," but he didn't respond. I knew he was going towards his parents, but I'm not sure why he decided to pay them a visit right now after two years.
We had moved out of the mansion when Mr. and Mrs. Lawson, his parents, and my master and mistress suggested he end his relationship with me. He didn't just defile his parents; he left with me, unconcerned about the life of luxury he was used to, and he has remained by my side ever since, doing other menial jobs to keep both of us happy.
Even though we didn't have as much luxury as we used to, we were content with what we had, and having a kid on the way has brightened our lives as we prepare to tie the knot in a few months.
The powerful breeze was accompanied by buzzing smoke and the odor of a burning cigarette, which Adam continued to drag as if his life depended on it. I have never seen him so frustrated in his life. I knew something was eating him up, like cancer, but for the first time, he didn't want to share his issues with me. It occurred to me that something bad could have happened to his parents.
"Is all well with Mom and Dad?" I asked him. He shouted, "Can you just remain quiet?" It was at that point that I realized what possessed Adam was stronger than him, and something terrible was about to happen because Adam had never raised his voice at me before. Not even when I was working for his family as a slave.
We arrived at the Lawsons' mansion, which was just as gorgeous as when Adam and I left two years earlier. Adam had calmed down and was reluctant to get out of the car. After a few moments of hesitation, he blew the horn. Mr. Nevez, my hilarious old toaster, unlocked the gate. I could feel the surf as we drove in.
We got out of the car, and the cool evening breeze mingled with anxiousness and perplexity greeted me. So many thoughts were racing through my mind about the reason for our unexpected return to the Lawsons' home. "You are welcome, my love," I heard someone remark from behind us. Mrs. Lawson, my ex-mistress and Adam's mother, spoke.
We instantly looked around and saw her approaching. She grabbed Adam and kissed him. "Please come inside; your dad is waiting for you," she urged, dragging Adam inside. She acted as if I were invisible to her. "I will never be more than a slave to these people," I murmured to myself. I followed gently after them, and we entered the living room, where Mr. Brown Lawson was sitting.
Seeing him gave me a sigh of relief, since the family was happy, and I knew nothing awful had happened to them. However, I had no idea that I was the one who was about to suffer a negative outcome.
Mr. Lawson is the most dangerous man I've ever encountered; he carries guns around like they're toys and isn't afraid to use them when necessary. Nonetheless, he prefers working outside the home.
He smiled and remarked, "See who is here; the prodigal son is back home," as soon as he noticed us. Adam sat silently, with his face on the ground, and I sat beside him. "I guess you have accepted my terms; that is why you are here," Mr. Lawson added. Adam nodded yes.
I was not only bewildered but also astonished by Adam's unexpected reaction. "What is he talking about?" I questioned Adam in a hushed tone, but he did not respond. "I heard you claimed to be pregnant for my son," Mrs. Lawson inquired. "I do not claim to be pregnant for him; I am pregnant with his baby," I quipped.
"You will do yourself the greatest honor of getting rid of that abomination," she went on. I looked at Adam, who I expected to respond to his mother's nasty comment about our unborn child, but he remained low and quiet. It was at this point that I perceived the danger that had already permeated the air.
I got up, grabbed Adam's head, and asked, "Adam, will you tell me what's going on here?" Adam remained quiet as he stared at me. "You didn't tell her?" Mr. Lawson inquired. "Tell me what?" In response to his question, I asked another question, this time out of uncertainty and fury.
“Perhaps he lacks the necessary courage to say the words," Mrs. Lawson speculated. I was already going wild trying to figure out what was going on when I heard the most horrible sentence of my life. "Adam had given you and your baby up in order to recover his inheritance," Mr. Lawson said, smiling.
I couldn't believe what I'd just heard; it felt like the entire world—north, south, east, and west—was clashing in my skull. My fear and frustration married to birth a strong headache and streaming tears. However, I had to hold on to optimism because I was yet to hear from Adam, the love of my life. "Tell me they are lying," I asked Adam. He remained silent and maintained his posture of bowed head to the ground.
I felt desperate, yawning for Adam's words as if my life depended on them. I grabbed him by his shirt, stood him up, and yelled at him. "Talk to me, you crazy coward." He reacted at this exact moment. He yanked my hand away and said, "I am sorry I led you on; I am sorry I made you believe we could be possible, but we were never meant to be together in the first place."
After hearing those words, I felt as if someone had poured cold water on me, as reality struck me hard. "What are you talking about?" I asked in as low a voice as possible. "We are from two different worlds: I am the heir to an empire, and you were born a slave. "Do not dream above your world," he answered.
As of that moment, I realized my life was over. Adam represented my universe, the air I breathe, and my happiness. The man meant everything to me. Because of him, I thought heaven existed. I believe in gods because he was my own god. I suppose even gods may be cruel.
However, I understand that I have a baby inside me that I must care for and bring into this world. "Alright then, enjoy your empire," I murmured to him in tears, turning as I intended to leave the mansion. "Not so fast, my dear," Mrs. Lawson echoed. "What else do you still want from me?" I inquired, raising my voice. "You have an abomination growing inside you; you have to take it out," she stated, bringing out a bottle of abortion pills from his bag and shaking it.
"Truly, there is no limit to these people's cruelty," I reminded myself. Mr. Lawson was sitting and observed us as if it were a show. "You better kill me first," I told Mrs. Lawson. "Alright, then, it will be my pleasure," she said. She reached inside her purse and pulled out a pistol gun. "Will you get rid of it or should I trash both of you together?" she was asked.
I chose to remain firm. Adam had been taken away from me, and I was not going to let an old lady take away my only reason to live. "You will do better than shooting me," I gathered courage to say. "Mom, please don't pull the trigger," Adam, who had been sitting quietly, said. "You better stay out of this, you horny prick; you caused this in the first place.".
