• • • Emile’s POV • • •
With his eyes filled with sleep, Nate takes my side of the bed and it's empty. This calls for his attention because he knows I usually stay longer in bed.
“Emile, why will you sleep in the parlor, with all the rooms in this house?” his mum wakes me up.
I wake up with my eyes filled with sleep.
“OMG, Emile, your eyes are swollen,” she screams in shock, she has never seen a pregnant woman with swollen eyes I guess. Anyway, this is an additional symptom… I laugh deep down at her reaction.
My eyes are swollen simply because I cried all night…
“Emile, why did you sleep here?.” Nate stepped down to find me on the couch.
“Nate, Is there something you have to tell?.” I sat up. “Why did you sleep with her?.”
“You keep lying to my face, even about me. How could I be so dumb?. I will soon be two months pregnant yet I had no idea. This is cruell” tears helplessly fall down my cheeks.
He moves and he tries to console me. “Don't you dare touch me. I don't even know who you are. How on earth will you do this to someone, even your worst enemy. Did you fo-second thoughts about my feelings, or if I'm ready to be a mother or not?.
No... I canhelp you when you are this self-centred and cruel..
Omg...” I take visible steps away from him.
“Emile, I'm sorry… I don't even know how you feel right now but find a place in your heart to forgive me and please keep this baby… Please…”
“Just shut up!. I want to leave right now, but I know you won't let me go so as soon as this seminar gets over I'm leaving with or without you and you will pay for my flight ticket.”
“Thank you for waiting and I will pay for everything you want, please just calm down.” he moved further.
“Don't you dare touch me. You disgust me and for your information, you will pay for the abortion. And yes, I will remove this baby first when will arrive.”
“Just let her be, allow her Dickinson or you might push her to do something stupid.” He tries to approach me but his mum stops him as she whispers in his ears. “Go, just leave where she won't even see you.” his mum says.
Then she moves to me while he leaves “I’m truly sorry about this. I can't even imagine how you feel.”
“I'm sorry I don't want to sound rude but you two should leave me alone.” I walk out on her. I move to the room, pick up one of Dickinson’s credit cards and walk out of the hotel. Dickinson’s mum wants to stop me but I peek at her with a nasty stare and she stops without offering a word.
I moved out to the reception and I reserved another room in the hotel. I lock myself in and I cry, I try to understand how all this happened if it was real or not.
The pain I feel in my heart is unexplainable. When I thought he started loving me for who I was but he was just there to use me. Then I ask myself what can I do to hurt him as much as he did with me.
What the hell can I do?
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How Dickinson and his mum worry for me, I spend the day commanding food, eating, vomiting, and even before we travel they will come and take me back to pack but his mum will pack with the maid.