Ella:
I really don’t understand why Oliver is not supporting my decision. I can clearly see that his eyes were begging to stop this talk about moving but I could also see a slight hope in his eyes that he too wanted to leave this place.
“Fine, If you don’t want to leave this place then leave me. I don’t want to live in this house.” I said angrily, stomped my foot, and walked to the door in the determination to leave.
“Ella,” Oliver growled angrily but I didn’t listen to him and ran outside. I was close to his car when he held my waist and hugged me tightly from behind. “Don’t please don’t make me choose anyone. I can’t choose anyone please, Ella. Please.” He said in a broken tone but I was struggling hard to get free from him but then I stopped as I felt something wet at my back. F**k, is Oliver crying?
I turned to him in shock and he was really crying, his eyes were blood red and his face was wet. I cupped his cheek and sighed. “Oliver, I won’t leave you ever.” I made a promise as I kissed his tears and then touched my forehead.
“Now, stop crying,” I said while wiping his tears and his eyes widened in shock as he touched his cheek. When he saw the wetness on his hands he looked amused.
“What? Don’t tell me it’s the first time that you have cried.” I joked to ease the situation and his reply stunned me. “I haven’t cried for years, Ella. This.” He pressed his fingers together to feel the wetness of his tears like he was experiencing something new and huge. “You’re changing me, Ella. You’re changing me.” He said with joy and then kissed me hard on my lips.
I was so consumed in his kiss that I literally forgot about my pregnancy and when his hands went inside my pants touching my wet folds, I then finally came back to my senses and then stopped Oliver. “No, not now.”
He looked at me with confused eyes, the shock in his eyes was way bigger than I could ever imagine. “You’re still angry with me?” He asked too innocently that I wanted to kiss and bit his lips playfully but then I stopped and made an excuse.
“I am hungry,” I told him and he then sighed in relief while taking my hand. “Let’s go outside to eat something, no need to cook today.” He said as he led me to the car and I walked beside him with a wide smile on my face.
Just now, Oliver looked too cute as a small innocent child. I wonder how he would react when he comes to know that I am pregnant with his child. I giggled thinking about her future together and Oliver glanced at me like I have gone mad but I just rolled my eyes while a huge grin was plastered on my face.
We had a good dinner and I ate a lot. Maybe because I had not been eating properly recently but now as I am happy and satisfied with Oliver’s reaction to leaving me, I think he would be able to protect me and his child from this cruel world.
We stopped near an ice cream shop and Oliver went down to buy ice cream for us. He sat inside and handed me my ice cream as I started eating it. I looked at him and some ice cream was dripping down from his lips and I tried to stop the urge to lick it off because we are in the public.
He looked at me and gave me a polite smile. I melted by his smile and unknowingly leaned in and licked off his ice cream. At first, Oliver was startled by my action but then he held my waist and pulled me into a deep kiss.
His tongue was cold and so was mine, but the coldness started fading as we both started sucking at it and then my hands went down trying to unbuckle his belt when a knock on the window made me jump in panic.
I went to my seat immediately, with a flushed face but the thing that felt embarrassing was the way Oliver had pushed me away. For once, I felt like he just wanted me for s*x not for publicly showing me as his woman.
He is a man if he wants he can take a stand for me after all instead of hiding me and our relationship from the world. After all, we are not blood-related at all. I was feeling pissed and let down by Oliver, the whole way to our house, I stayed quiet and then went straight to my room as I slammed the door angrily and then locked my room.
I don’t want to see Oliver’s face, I need some time alone to think of what to do next.
The next day went in complete silence, Oliver didn’t say a word to me neither did I try to start any communication. I am having doubts now about this child with Oliver, I feel him getting distant from me.
Even though he knew that I was upset he still left me behind in the house and went out. I felt terrible and started assuming myself as a slut. I don’t know what’s wrong with me but I was feeling like I have been used by Oliver.
He needs me and my body but he doesn’t want to confront that reality in front of others. I felt too disheartened by his behavior. I didn’t know when I fell asleep while making my pillow wet from the tears.
The next day, I woke up with dry eyes and a pale face. Combining my hair into a ponytail, I stared at my dull appearance and then down at my stomach. “I am sorry, baby,” I murmured and felt like the tears have started welling up in my eyes.
I took a deep breath, “I need to be strong,” I said to myself and then went out. Surprisingly, Oliver was nowhere to be seen. I had hoped that maybe one last time I could talk with Oliver about it but his absence proved to me that my child won’t be worthy for this man. With a bitter and broken heart, I left the house straight to the hospital.
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“I am glad that you have made a quick decision.” The doctor said as she smiled at me trying to give me courage. I gave her a small smile, it was a big and huge decision in my life. She asked me to take off my pants and lay down on the bed.
She started the procedure of removing my fetus, it was painful but not more painful than my heart is right now. After the operation finished, the doctor allowed me to stay for an hour, and then I left the hospital with weak legs and an empty stomach.
I felt light but my heart was heavy, the pools of tears were shedding all the way as I returned home. The sky was getting dark and the brightness coming from the home was indicating Oliver’s presence in the house.
I took a deep breath before entering, this is the time I have to reveal the truth to Oliver. I opened the door and walked inside, Oliver was sitting on a single sofa, he looked angry as he stared at me.
“What Have You Done?” He yelled at the top of his lungs and I took back some steps cautiously.
“O..Li…V…ER.” I stuttered, scared.
“I Am Not Oliver.” He yelled furiously and then his appearance started changing making my eyes pop out in disbelief.