Beautiful Betrayal

Pregnant

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"Sometimes good things fall apart so better things can fall together."

~Marilyn Monroe

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V I C T O R I A

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Two days had passed since I blocked Dominic on all platforms, and I was sure Mr. John had sent him the notice regarding our divorce. It was 10 in the morning, and like the past week, I felt terrible. I didn't want to get out of bed.

I was lost in a self-pity session when I heard voices from downstairs. Quickly getting up, I made my way downstairs. As I reached the main door, I froze in my spot. Dominic was standing there in all his glory, looking as good as a Greek god, so out of my reach.

I was lost in my reverie when the voices broke through my thoughts.

"Uncle James, you can't keep my wife away from me. It's our personal matter; you don't have to get involved in it," Dominic shouted, his voice full of frustration.

My father gritted his teeth in fury, lashing out, "Your wife is my daughter first, and you don't deserve her. Now get the hell out of my property!"

Dominic turned and saw me standing there. His expression softened for a moment, and he took a step towards me. "Victoria, please, we need to talk."

I felt my heart racing, but I stood my ground. "There's nothing to talk about, Dominic. It's over."

He looked pained, but my father's presence emboldened me. "You heard my father. Leave, Dominic."

Dominic's eyes flashed with a mix of anger and desperation. "Victoria, don't do this. We can fix this."

I shook my head, tears welling up. "You broke my heart, Dominic. There's no fixing that."

My father stepped forward, placing a protective arm around me. "You heard her. Leave now, or I'll call the police."

"Do whatever you want to do uncle James. I'm not leaving here without my wife," Dominic declared defiantly.

My father looked at him with fury in his eyes and pulled out his phone to call the police. Then he called Uncle Martin. "Take your piece-of-shit son out of my property, Martin."

I couldn't hear what Uncle Martin said in response, but my father's voice calmed a little. "How can you expect me to be calm, Martin? Your son broke my daughter's heart. I don't give a damn—just get him away from my sight."

As the conversation continued, Dominic looked at me with pleading eyes. "victoria, please. Just talk to me please."

I shook my head with Tears in my eyes "There's nothing left to say, Dominic."

A few minutes later, a police car pulled up to the house, and two officers stepped out. My father gestured towards Dominic. "This man is trespassing on my property and refusing to leave."

One of the officers approached Dominic. "Sir, you need to leave now or we will have to escort you off the premises."

"I'm not giving a damn about any of the rules! I'm not leaving from here," Dominic shouted defiantly.

The police officer shook his head. "Sir, you have to leave," he insisted firmly.

Before I could hear more, a sudden wave of nausea hit me, and I ran inside the house to the bathroom, barely making it before I emptied my stomach.

My mother quickly followed, holding my hair back and soothingly rubbing my back. When I was done, I brushed my teeth and washed my face. Turning to face my mother, I saw her looking at me with deep concern.

"Victoria, sweetheart, I think you might be pregnant," she said softly.

Her words echoed in my ears, and my eyes widened in horror. "No, Mom, I can't be," I whispered, fear gripping my heart. "If Dominic ever finds out, he'll never let me go."

"No," I repeated, shaking my head in denial.

My mother held my shoulders gently, her eyes filled with empathy. "We need to find out for sure, honey. Let's get a test and see."

I nodded numbly, my mind racing with the implications. If I was pregnant, everything would become infinitely more complicated.

An hour later, I was pacing in the bathroom. I had taken the test, and the wait felt like an eternity. My mom was sitting on the bed, watching my every move.

"Calm down, Victoria," she said gently.

"Mom, I can't be pregnant. It was just my upset stomach," I insisted, my voice tinged with desperation.

"Sweetheart, we'll see in a few minutes. Don't worry too much," she reassured me.

When the alarm on my phone started ringing, I ran towards the test. My heart sank as I saw the result: two pink lines.

I stared at the test, my mind racing. "No," I whispered, feeling the world close in around me. "I can't be pregnant. What am I going to do?"

My mom stood up and wrapped her arms around me, offering the comfort I so desperately needed. Tears welled up in my eyes as I leaned into her embrace.

A few moments passed in silence, my mother gently running her fingers through my hair. Then, she broke the quiet.

"Baby, do you want to keep this child?" she asked softly, her voice filled with concern.

I took a deep breath, considering her question carefully. It was a daunting thought, but as I looked down at my stomach, I felt a surge of protectiveness. Despite the situation, I couldn't imagine giving up this precious life growing inside me. The thought of getting rid of my child is horrible.

"Yes, Mom, I want to keep the baby."

Tears welled up in my mother's eyes, and she pulled me into another tight hug. "I'm so proud of you, Victoria.

"Mom," I called softly, and she hummed in response.

"Please keep it a secret, will you please? Don't tell anyone, not even Aunt Isabel," I pleaded.

"Okay, I'll keep it a secret. But sweetheart, think carefully. It's their right to know about the baby,"

"I know, Mom, but... but... I will tell them, but not right now. I just need some time,"

My mother nodded understandingly, her hand still resting on mine. "Take all the time you need, Victoria. This is your journey, and you should do what feels right for you."

Feeling a sense of gratitude for her understanding, I squeezed her hand. "Thank you, Mom. I love you."

"I love you too, sweetheart," she replied, giving my hand a reassuring squeeze in return.

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