Revenge

Chapter 12

A/N: First off, thank you (again) to KurtDestin. He helped come up with this chapter. Go check him out:)
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I became sick.

Very sick.

I would throw up multiple times a day. Ethan was clueless to why. And I was too.

I tried taking medicine to help it, but nothing worked. I kept feeling worse.

After over a month, Ethan convinced me to go to the doctor's office. He drove me there while I slept.

We waited for close to two and a half hours in a waiting room full of snotty kids and crying babies. A nurse called us back. We were both relieved to get out of the waiting room.

Then we waited for another thirty minutes until the doctor came in.

I told him how I'd been feeling, and how long it had been occurring.

He took a test or two on both me and Ethan.

Finally, at 6pm, when the sun was setting, the tired doctor came back in the room where Ethan and I sat, side-by-side, trying to stay awake.

"My apologies it took so long," he said sleepily.

We nodded.

"I have the results," he continued.

Ethan yawned, rubbing my hand. "Chinese takeout for dinner, love?"

"Mmm," I replied.

"Ms. Tora," said the doctor.

"Noodles," I mumbled.

"Ms. Tora." He cleared his throat.

"Baby," said Ethan. "That guy is speaking to you."

"And you, too, Mr. Langdon," corrected the doctor.

I rubbed my eyes. "What the hell is wrong with me? I would like to know."

"Ms. Tora, you are pregnant. And Mr. Langdon, you are not the father."

"Excuse me?" Ethan was now awake. "Misty is pregnant?"

"Yes," said the doctor. "And you are not the father."

Ethan blinked.

"You," said the doctor, pointing at Ethan, "are not the baby daddy. Your fiancée, Misty, is pregnant with someone else's child."

"How can I not be the father?" asked Ethan, looking shocked.

"The match we got was with Mr. Tyler Wilson, who died two months ago."

No, I thought in horror. No. Tyler is not the dad. My unborn child is NOT Tyler's. It's Ethan's. God wouldn't do this to me. How . . .?

"Misty," sighed Ethan. "When was the last time you were alone with Tyler?"

"Before you found us," I said softly. "He beat me and abused me. Like when you left the house and . . ." My words were drowned by sobs.

Just like with Sammi, Tyler found joy in hurting women. That resulted in Talia.

And now the father of my baby was a psychopath.

TO BE CONTINUED . . .