Veiled Truths

“Congratulations, you are pregnant.” The doctor’s words kept ringing in my ears, this was supposed to make me happy but I wasn’t. I stared at the food on the table, lost of appetite and hoping Zachary would say something. “We will go see the doctor tomorrow so you can get rid of that thing in your stomach,” Zachary said as he picked up the cutleries and started eating. “This is the fourth time, this isn’t my fault even though I wanted it. Please, don’t make me do this again”, he didn’t even look at me, he continued chewing his food slowly. “Babe, let’s keep this one and I promise I won’t ask for another.” I continued. He stumped his feet, threw the fork he was using on the table, and gave me a cold gaze. “Oh please, you think I don’t know what you are trying to do? I told you I wasn’t ready, how else do you want me to say this again? “You weren’t ready and yet you said no to condoms, why are you doing this to me?” I asked him. “What do you think the after-pills were for? And who the f*ck uses condoms these days? Condoms are for boys, I’m a Man. Tomorrow we are going to see the doctor. You were dumb enough to let this happen, this should be the last time” He said as he picked the napkins from the dining table and wiped his mouth, subsequently sipping the glass of water beside his plate. “And this should be the last time we are having this conversation.” He continued as he picked up his phone and began scrolling ignoring the heated conversation we were having. Every single time I got pregnant he would force me to get rid of it, after the last one he made sure I always took the after-pill every single time we had s*x. I loved Zachary so much that I made fresh meals for him every single night and made sure he ate before going to bed. Whenever he was ill or hurt I would stay up every single night tending to his needs and wants and at the same time worried sick about his health more than anyone else. “Terminating this pregnancy there is a fifty percent chance I might not survive because I have done too many, the doctor's words not mine. Why are you making this difficult for me?” “This marriage means nothing to me and you know that I only fulfilled my grandfather's wish so I could claim the company that rightfully belongs to me, no matter how hard you try I can never love you and I can’t let you be the mother of my unborn kids.” His words left me dumbfounded for a few minutes, he just kept scrolling through his phone nonstop, a notification pump on his phone and he smiled. I knew he was not obliged to love me, however, I held on to that hope that he would warm up to me one day. I have shown him nothing else than love, but instead, the hatred he felt for me emerged when his grandfather passed away a year after we got married. Anytime we were around his grandfather he showered me with so much love and acted as if he couldn’t do without me. “Yes you cannot learn to love me, yes you married me because of your grandfather’s wish but I have loved you right from the very first day I set my eyes on you, and I have worked my ass off for three years trying to make you happy, trying to prove to you how much I love you,” I said with my voice trembling and tears gathering in the corners of my eyes. This was our third year of marriage with no kids, there were rumors about me being barren and a gold digger spreading all across the country, and everyone knew Zachary Wilson. Girls loved him for his handsome face and gorgeous body, his fashion sense was a ten out of ten, and he was every girl's dream. “I do everything you ask of me without a second thought, I stopped working and remained a full housewife for you, I live like an open book in this house, what more else do you want from me? Why can’t you learn to love me? I continued as the tears I was trying so hard to hold came rushing down my cheeks. “Is that why you want to trap me with a child? He scoffed, "You picked the wrong man, I gave you everything you have today, your job couldn’t even put food on your table let alone shelter over your head, and don't forget I’m the reason your mom is still alive, you are supposed to treat me like a king and worship me. No one would even look your way let alone help you the way I did.” Every single word that came out of his mouth left an open wound in my heart. “If you won’t let me keep this baby then be ready to let me go,” I said as I cleared the dining table and took the plates to the kitchen. “What?! What did you say?” He asked in shock as he kept his eyes fixed on me, he stood up from the dining and walked close to me, and my heart rate further increased. I turned, stretched my hands backward, and placed them on the sink trying to lean on the wall. “You dare go against my wish?” He asked as his strong muscular arm grabbed mine and he shook them violently and tightly. “You are hurting me, please let go of me,” I begged him, my heart was racing fast as I sobbed continuously. “You think I will let you have your way? Never! You belong to me and only me and I’m free to do whatever I like with you. I make the decisions for you and I say you will get rid of that baby tomorrow.” He continued. “I will do no such thing,” I replied trying to get away, he let go and slapped me hard on my cheek and he pushed me to the ground. I crawled to one end, placed my palm on my cheek, and rubbed them as I burst out crying. I had a hard time holding the tears this time around. “Not in this world, not even in my next life will I allow a woman like you to be the mother of my kids,” he said as he walked close to me, he gave me a cold gaze as I winced in pain, his face furious and no emotions in his eyes, he had no single remorse from his look. His harsh words hit me hard like a rock, and tears fell down my cheeks like a stream. “First thing tomorrow morning we are going to the hospital so they can get rid of that thing in your tummy.” “Anytime I look at you, I feel irritated. So why do you think you are good enough to be the mother of my kids?” He said as he spat on me.