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My bones immediately became weak, and my knees felt like they would collapse. My head began to ache, and my vision went blurry for a second. Jenna was carrying my baby.

I didn’t know how to feel about the news. She’d cheated on me with my baby in her womb. How would I be able to kill her without hurting my child?

She lifted her head to look at me. It was as if she wanted to say something, but I looked away from her immediately.

I squeezed the test results in my hands and dropped them to the floor.

How could this be? Why now? How will I be able to hurt her with my child in her womb? Those questions ran through my head over and over again, and I felt a bell ringing in my ear.

I gulped and tightened my fist as I began to grit my teeth. The thought of this was making me go crazy. I walked toward the small table by the living room couch and kicked it—hard.

It flew to the other end of the sitting room, almost hitting the large television set. Finally, it crashed to the floor and split into two.

Jenna sobbed silently, and she flinched at the sound of the table dropping.

My foot began to hurt because of the force I’d applied while kicking the table. I stared at the pillows lying on the couch and took my eyes to the result I had squeezed and dropped.

It was still lying on the floor.

Jenna was quiet throughout the drive home, and she didn’t tell me that she was pregnant. She’d kept it to herself until the very moment she was about to give up. What if I’d killed her before realizing that she was carrying my child?

I stared at her again, and all I felt for her was hatred and disgust.

“Argh!” I groaned out as I pushed the couch forward, and it fell, facing the floor.

Chapter 21 - Jenna

Earlier that day

“I can assure you that she is going to be fine. You can come back to see her later, but for now, she must still be under close watch,” Doctor Patel informed me reassuringly.

I nodded my head and let out a deep sigh of relief, knowing that my mother was, at least, fine.

“Thank you, doctor,” I whispered and started walking out of the hospital.

I was halfway to the exit when I suddenly remembered another issue that had been bothering me for a while. Since I was already in the hospital, I decided to tackle it at once.

My period was late. Even though it wasn’t that odd, since it had happened to me a few times, I had a kind of strange feeling about it—especially since I was getting some other symptoms, too. I feared that I might be pregnant.

I stopped in my tracks and turned back to the doctor, who was staring at me with his eyebrows raised.

“Is there something else?” he asked, and I shrugged my shoulders.

“Can I book a gynecologist appointment?” I asked.

“Sure,” Dr. Patel said and directed me toward the reception.

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I was sitting on my bed in my room now, hugging my legs tightly to my body. My head rested on my legs that were pressed together in front of me, and I felt the tears dripping from my eyes onto my legs and wetting the thin fabric of the pajamas I had on.

This was not the way I’d expected to reveal my pregnancy to Feliks. I knew we were not the ideal couple, and our marriage, to an extent, lacked some fragments of romance that were usually applied to normal couples, but still, I wanted to reveal the pregnancy to him in at least a romantic manner, maybe with a broad smile on my face and maybe a little bit of teasing him and asking him to guess what I was about to say.

I handed over the paper to him and stood behind him with a smile on my face as I watched his facial expression change from that of curiosity to whatever expression he’d have on finding out that I was pregnant with his child.

There were millions of other ways I would have broken the news to him in my head, but certainly not with him choking me and trying to stuff life out of me in the process and only letting go of me when he found out I was pregnant. I mean, Feliks finding out I was pregnant with his child was the only reason my lifeless body wasn’t lying somewhere around the house, hidden under a blanket, or even in a morgue. The thought of that made me flinch, and I pulled myself closer into my bed and hugged my body more tightly.

I didn’t think that the sight or the image of Feliks’ face when he held me and attempted to kill me earlier was going to leave my head in a hurry. He hadn’t held me like he was trying to scare me or something—he’d choked me like he had the intention of killing me.

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