Mrs. Garcia

"Congratulations, Mrs. Garcia. You are pregnant," The doctor said.

I felt like my world stopped for a second. I didn't know how to respond.

Am I going to become a mother?

A small smile creeping up to my lips but it faded away the very next minute. A million thoughts rushed to my mind.

"Mrs. Garcia?" The doctor's voice snapped me out of my thoughts. I thanked her before leaving the room.

I walked to my black Mercedes Benz in the hospital parking lot. As I drove my way back home, I kept thinking about the pregnancy and how I was going to tell Ron. So many questions, so many doubts popped up in my brain. But one question scared the hell out of me.

How he was going to react to my pregnancy news?

I knew things between us weren't good lately. But it didn't change the fact that he was going to be a father soon. All I wished to see was the same small smile(which formed on mine when I heard the news)on his face too.

I pulled over my car when my gaze fell on the white mansion. I could call it one of the most beautiful houses in Canada. But it never felt like home.

"Mrs. Garcia... Do you want anything?"

I ignored the maid and walked past the vast and lush living room. I climbed the stairs to reach my bedroom on the second floor. The house itself had four floors with a living and dining room on the ground floor and bedrooms, study, gym occupying the upper floor.

I opened my room door and the only thing I liked in this house was my room. It was designed according to my taste. Peach color walls with a white floral design pattern gave a pleasant look to the room.

I felt my soft bed calling me and unknown dizziness clouded me. I plopped on my bed without giving a second thought.

After a good nap, I took a bath and changed into a peach chiffon top and black jeans. Suddenly, an uncontrollable hunger stirred in my stomach and it growled.

I placed my right palm on my belly and smiled.

"Feeling hungry, baby?" I asked, rubbing patterns of circles on my belly with my palm.

My mom used to ask me in the same way when I was a kid. She was the best mom. I wished I could do the same whenever I became a mom. The best for my kids.

My mom always tried her best to make me happy, unlike my dad. He lived in his own world. She would feel great if I told her about good news. But, I wanted to tell Ron first.

I went downstairs to grab something to eat. As I was about to step into the dining area, Ron entered through the main door with his office bag.

For a second, a question popped up at the back of my mind.

Will the baby gets Ron's blond hair or my brown hair?

And next second, one more question popped up.

Is the baby a boy or a girl?

I smiled at my thoughts and rushed towards Ron to tell him the good news.

"Ron..." I called him when he was climbing up the stairs.

He ignored me as usual and I sighed. Our fight was going for the past two weeks. No matter how much I tried to talk to him and explain to him, he just ignored me.

But I couldn't let him ignore me this time. He needed to listen to me. I ignored the hunger in my stomach and followed him.

He entered our room, ignoring my continuous screaming.

"Ron..." I grabbed his elbow and turned him around.

He yanked his hand forcefully and frowned. "What?"

"I need to talk to you."

"I don't have time for that shit." He gritted and turned around to walk into the bathroom.

"I'm pregnant." My scream halted him in his spot.

"What?" He quickly turned to look at my face.

Frowning, he shook his head slightly and said, "Come again?"

"I'm pregnant," I said, smiling.

He clenched his jaw as he dug his nails into his palm. I was expecting a small smile but I didn't expect him to glare at me.

After a few seconds, he heaved a sigh closing his eyes.

"Abort it." He opened his eyes.

"Abort?" I grimaced. "Are you out of your mind?"

I knew we were having issues in our married life. But how could he say it?

"Yes," he spat. "I'm out of my mind because I don't want to raise Henry's child in my house."

"Henry's child?"

He snorted. "Do you think I don't know what you were doing with him behind my back?"

"What did we do behind your back?" I retorted.

He let out a sarcastic laugh.

"Now, should I tell with my own mouth that my wife cheated on me with her so-called friend?"

Clenching my teeth, I glared at him. Anger took over me when he accused me of cheating on him. And that too with my best friend.

"Who the hell gave you the right to judge my character?" I growled.

"Really? Did you forget that I'm your husband?" He questioned. "And that ring you are wearing—" He pointed on my wedding ring. "—gives me every damn right of you."

"Do you call yourself a husband?" I huffed. "Did you ever try to know me outside the bed?"

His blue eyes flared and he gripped my neck with his right hand. My eyes widened as he pushed me backward. My back collided with the wall. My hands reached his hand that was clasping my neck.

"You didn't even see my worst side." He tightened his grip around my neck. I was struggling to remove his hand but no avail. "Don't try to bring it out? Just abort the child."

"No..." I managed to say it, staring into his eyes. I wasn't going to do it.

The pressure of his grip around my neck increased. He started to lift me, gripping my neck tightly.

Tears pricked in my eyes and breathing became difficult. My feet were hanging in the air. I started beating his hand repeatedly with my hands to let me go.

"Kill that bastard in your stomach or else I'm going to kill you," he said through clenched teeth.

My vision blurred and I couldn't breathe anymore.

Then he released his grip around my neck and dropped me on the ground. I fell on my knees and started choking on the air.

He stormed out of the room.

The moment he slammed the door behind him, I burst into tears. I hugged my knees as my back leaned against the wall.

Tears didn't stop rolling down my cheeks. My forehead rested on my knees as I sobbed continuously.

Though our marriage was just a business deal, I tried my best to make it work. I thought the child could bring us closer but I didn't expect this.

My tear ducts dried up but the pain didn't go away. I brushed my cheeks with my hands to clean the stains of my tears.

My hands reached to my belly protectively.

"I'm not letting anyone harm you. It's my promise." I promised to my unborn child and got on my feet.

I started packing my clothes. I couldn't try anymore to work out this relationship. No relationship would work out if only one person was trying. Two people should put their effort to work on any relationship.

Today, I realized Ron wasn't going to try to work out this marriage. I was tired of trying it alone for the past year.

I finished my packing but I didn't know where to go.

My parents?

My father sold me in the name of marriage. 

And my mom herself stuck in a loveless marriage. 

How could I expect her to speak for me? She couldn't even open her mouth in front of my dad. There was no guarantee that he wouldn't send me back to this hell.

Which idiot told that marriages are made in heaven? They are made in hell.

H E L L

Henry?

How could I tell him that my husband doubted our twenty years of pure friendship?

Can't a boy and girl be friends?

Judgmental society. What irritated me more was no one wouldn't even try to know the real story. They just judge people on what they see.

I could go to only one person now—Caroline. She has been my best friend since high school. She used to live here with her grandparents. They died last year in a car accident and she moved to New York City to live with her parents.

My only option—New York City.

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