Choosing The Other Twin

Staring at the two pink lines on the little test, my heart stops beating for a moment. I never thought that after three years of being a kept woman - a stay-at-home-girlfriend for Liam Knightsbridge - I would end up with our child growing inside me.

The signs were there. The fatigue, the aversion to smell. Hell, I even missed not one, but two periods, but I thought it was because of the stress from tiptoeing around Liam and his many mood swings. For the five weeks he has been distant, snapping at me if I place a coffee mug on his desk too loudly one moment, then passionately making love to me the next. It was like my boyfriend of three years was a completely different person. A Doctor Jekyll and Mister Hyde situation.

“Miss Aurora, is everything okay in there?” The housekeeper, Helena, calls out, knocking gently on the bathroom door.

“Uh, yeah, just fine.” I answer, my voice wavering for a moment. God, even I don’t sound too convincing.

“I see. Well, Master Liam says he will be at the club tonight and not to wait for him.” Helena states. The Club. Of course, Liam would be there.

Starsign Nightclub, also known as The Club, was Liam’s favourite place to frequent. It was a club owned by his childhood friend and my old college roommate, Sheryl Crow. At first, I had joined him and his friends, wanting to be the perfect girlfriend who never strayed from his side, but I soon realized the constant drinking and loud music were not my scene.

Slowly, I convinced Liam to leave me at home where I can help take care of his large estate and allow him some downtime with friends. I knew he would be okay with this as he seemed to enjoy himself more when I was not around, and so Liam readily agreed to this suggestion, promising only to go once a month so that we could spend as much time as possible. But once a month soon became twice a month, then four times a month. For over a year now, Liam has been at The Club almost every night of the week, while I was left wondering if he was sleeping with another woman there.

Hell, it didn't help that he was returning home late at night and either ignored me, as if I were trash beneath his feet, or showered me with affection, which should be considered normal for someone who is supposedly the love of his life.

“Should I tell him?” I muse to myself, looking at the pregnancy test and sighing. Suddenly, my phone rings, an upbeat pop song reaching my ears. I jump, reaching for the device and finding Sheryl calling me.

“Hello?” I answer, trying to sound calm while I clutch the positive pregnancy test in my left hand.

“Aurora, why didn’t you come to the club tonight? We are celebrating our fifth anniversary since our opening!” Sheryl replies instantly, her voice sounding slurred. It seems she has been drinking the night away.

“Sorry, Sheryl, but I got busy with some projects.” I apologize, finding the lie flowing smoothly from my lips. I never trusted Sheryl, never liked the woman who was my college roommate. I heard the rumors that surrounded her. How she targeted women with harsh pranks and cruel false friendships. Hell, the reason why I was careful with Liam is because I have a feeling our dating was just a form of entertainment for Sheryl. I had been on edge, waiting to see when the shoe would drop and Liam would break up with me again like he did my final year of college, just before my final exams.

“Aw, booo! You should have came!” She protests, her words ending with a giggle.

“I know, maybe next time.” I suggest keeping my voice apologetic but light.

“Okay, it’s a deal.” Sheryl agrees before hanging up the call. Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath and lean my head against the wall. Maybe I should go to the club and find Liam. Let him know that I was pregnant with our child, and see what kind of reaction I would get. Either way, whether Liam accepted that I was pregnant with his child or not wouldn’t matter, as I have a nice little nest egg squirreled away.

Climbing to my feet, I head to my room and find the little black dress covered with silver glitter in my closet, dressing quickly and throwing my long, curly black hair into a messy bun on top of my head. With some wedged heels and touching up my make-up, I give myself a once-over in the mirror and smile. I look perfect for Starsign Nightclub.

“Helen, I am going out!” I call out as I climb down the pregnancy test tucked into my little purse.

“Okay, Miss Aurora, be safe, as there is a storm coming.” Helen calls back. After reassuring her I was taking my car, I headed into the garage and climbed into my Hyundai Kona, the one car that sticks out like a sore thumb beside the three luxury vehicles Liam owns.