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CHAPTER FOUR
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2026-04-05 22:27:06Aria slowly opened her eyes, looking around the room. She groaned raising her hand to hold her head as she tried to remember where she was.
The last thing she remembered was trying to pack up her things, and then the memories flashed through her mind.
The doctor walked in and smiled at her, she tried to return the smile but it looked like it was plastered on.
“Mrs. Watson don't try to get up now. You are still in a very fragile state.” The doctor said immediately.
“Fragile state? How did I get here?” Aria asked still not able to put that piece together.
“You were brought here by your house keeper.” He smiled brightly at her.
‘His cheeks will probably be hurting from how hard he is smiling.’ she thought.
“Am I feeling okay? Is there anything wrong?”
“You are very fine, infact the baby is doing well too. You are just very stressed that is why I said you are in a fragile state.”
“Baby?”
“Yes, congratulations. I know how hard you've been trying to get pregnant.” The doctor beamed.
Aria chuckled and shook her head.
“I'm pregnant?” She asked in disbelief.
“Yes, you are just 2 weeks pregnant.”
She smiled joyously as tears welled in her eyes.
‘This could change everything. Jeffery needs to know about this.’
“Call Mrs. Watson immediately please.”
‘If I could get his mother to dote on me because of the baby, Jeffery will take me back.’
“Okay ma'am.”
Aria felt a peace that finally she would get her life back.
“Where is she and what happened to her?” Mrs. Watson called out.
“She is inside the ward room ma'am.”
Mrs. Watson walked in and looked at Aria.
“There is nothing wrong with her. Why were we all called here?” She questioned.
“You'd get your answers soon. We just need Jeffery to be here first.”
It did not take long for Jeffery to appear and he brought Valerie with him.
Aria felt heart broken that Jeffery came with Valerie.
“Why did she disturb everyone? She is fine?” Valerie asked looking at Aria with disdain.
“Doctor what is the issue? Why did you call us with such urgency?” Jeffery asked as he walked towards Aria.
“Mrs. Watson will you do the honors?” The doctor smiled at Aria while Valerie rolled her eyes when she heard what Aria was addressed as.
“I'm pregnant.” Aria announced while Jeffery looked like he just saw a ghost.
“What?” He asked appearing like he didn't hear well the first time.
“I'm pregnant. I am 2 weeks pregnant.” She smiled this time.
His mother laughed mockingly.
“Is that how desperate you are? Getting our family doctor to lie on your behalf?” Mrs. Watson asked.
“We aren't lying ma'am. She is truly pregnant.” The doctor said looking between all of them.
Aria looked at Jeffery expecting him to be happy with the news because they had been trying for a long time and finally she is pregnant.
“What do you mean you are pregnant? Who is the father of the child?” He asked and Aria's heart beat doubled.
‘What did he mean?’ she thought.
“What are you asking? What do you mean by who is the father?”
“Yes, who is the father. I haven't been coming home frequently. I don't even remember the last time I touched you.”
Of course he didn't remember the last time he touched her because she had begged him. She begged him to touch her.
Tears pooled in Aria's eyes as she remembered how she got pregnant for the child she was carrying now.
“I have never been unfaithful to you Jeffery. This baby I am carrying is yours.”
He still looked at her like he couldn't believe what she was saying.
“Jeffery.” She called out, her voice trembled and tears flowed freely down her face.
“You are trying to frame Jeffery and tie him to you because I am pregnant right?” Valerie asked looking like she was distressed.
Mrs. Watson held her, “Calm down Valerie. We don't want our heir to be stressed.”
Then she turned and looked at Aria. “Is it because he divorced you? So you are looking for a way to tie him down?” Mrs. Watson accused.
“I will take my leave now,” the doctor excused himself when he realized that it has turned to a family matter.
He looked at Aria one more time with pity evident in his eyes before he shut the door.
“No, I just found out myself. This is truly Jeffery's baby,” tears streamed down her cheeks.
Valerie looked at her with a nasty smile.
“You disgusting wo….”
“Mum please excuse us for some minutes I need to ask aria some questions alone.” Jeffery interrupted his mother.
She looked from him to Aria and rolled her eyes before turning to leave.
“You should leave too Valerie,” he said again.
“I don't want to leave you with her,” she pointed to Aria like she was a villain.
“I will be fine baby. Trust me.” Jeffery assured her.
She looked at Aria and kissed Jeffery like she was claiming him before she turned and left.
“Jeffery, I am telling the truth. The child is truly yours,” Aria voice was so soft.
He moved closer to her looking at her like he pitied her. Aria held his stare with teary eyes.
He leaned down, his eyes turning cold, “I don't care if that baby is mine. We are no longer together.”
“W..wh…what do you mean?” Aria stuttered.
“I mean I already have an heir and it is the child in Valerie's belly. I will never claim your child as mine.”
“But.. it is your baby. Our baby Jeffery.”
“I don't give a fuck whose baby it is. I don't care about that thing in your stomach. I have only one child and it is the one Valerie is carrying.”
“Please don't do this. How will I take care of the child. Where do I start from?”
“Get rid of it. It is not mine and I never want to hear about it again.” He answered without any form of remorse.
Aria stared in shock.
That wasn't possible. He was never thus cold and heartless.
“The baby has done nothing wrong. How could you utter such words.” She held her stomach protectively.
“As far as I know that thing in your belly is only cells. It hasn't formed anything yet. More importantly if you decide to keep it, I will never claim it as my child.”
“Why are you doing this Jeffery,” Aria asked sobbing.
“Because I cannot have any ties with you. The only woman I want to be with or have a baby with is Valerie. You don't mean anything to me and you never will.
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