Chapter 62 Rejected… And... Pregnant
Sarah
And I... I'm also expecting Shawn's child.
"Do you hear me? Get out of here, get out!" She shakes me harder, insistently pushing me toward the exit, because I'm barely reacting. I try to accept her words, her bitter and painful truth.
Two pregnancies, one man. If word gets out, there will be a huge scandal. The solution is that one of us has to leave. And it... won't be her.
"I get it. I'll leave, Kate." I try not to tremble so much, break free from her grip, and take a step back. "Don't worry, I won't bother you anymore. You're right, I'm unnecessary."
"That's great! If you weren't my sister, I'd kill you for that photo..." She abruptly turns her back to me. Lifting the hem of her dress, she strides like a proud victor toward the small stage adorned with flowers.
The rest of the evening, all the most important events of the evening, unfold right before my eyes in a matter of seconds.
Now I see fucking billionaire. He's as chic as ever! In an impeccably handsome black tuxedo with a white shirt and bow tie, with a slight smile on his face, he approaches the stage, takes Kate's hand, and together, to thunderous applause, they ascend the stage.
He's saying something into the microphone, but I can't hear half the words; there's a continuous roar in my ears. Like the rush of climbing a mountain.
The world around me blurs and stretches, spinning into some unimaginable carousel. For a moment, everything goes silent as I hear the billionaire's most important sentence: "We have important news for you! Kate and I are getting married in three weeks. You're all invited!"
Shawn turns his back to me, and Kate pretends to cover her mouth with her hand as he places the ring on her finger.
The audience erupts in applause and congratulations, and they feel like tank fire. I've never felt such pain in my soul.
"In honor of our now official engagement, I want to give my fiancée a gift!" Shawn hands something to Kate and places it in her palm.
"What is this?" she squeals joyfully.
"The keys to our house. Construction will be finished soon. It's yours now. This is my wedding gift to you." Shawn grabs her around the waist, pulls her close, and kisses her. In front of hundreds of faces, in front of me.
"That's not all the good news for today! I also want to say something!" Kate giggles, waiting for the important pause. "Shawn and I... are having a baby."
They struck me the final blow. Right in the heart. I put my hand on my stomach and feel an incomparable pain. My face is literally drowning in bitter tears.
He lied to me! He was just playing with me. He's a monster. And I'm also pregnant with his child...My sister. We're both pregnant with Shawn’s child!
I turn around and break into a run. I run out into the street, hail a taxi, and dream of only one thing: losing my memory or simply disappearing forever. To never feel such terrible pain again.
What did I ever hope for? Idiot! He used me... For fun. No wonder he cooled off so quickly after he got what he wanted.
I was lost in my thoughts, lost in time. I cried. I wandered barefoot along the cool asphalt all the way to Shawn's house because my shoes were rubbing my heels. All these hours, I'd been just wandering around, having no idea what to do next. Alone. Rejected. And... pregnant. But I definitely won't stay in this city.
I enter Shawn's house and start packing. This time I'm leaving for good. Nothing will stop me. Tears are streaming down my face...
After packing my bag, I changed into comfortable clothes and headed for the exit. I cast one last glance at this luxurious house when, suddenly, another stab struck my already wounded heart.
But this house... a billionaire built it for Kate. He gave her the key last night. I wonder what would have happened today? He would have come to me and told me to pack my things and leave.
Scoundrel.
To keep from choking on tears, I turn away and almost break into a run. I'd rather leave myself, and he's a real jerk! I hate him. For breaking my trust and playing on my trust. He took advantage of my miseries, decided to give me the good life, and then... in an instant, took it all away and threw it into the dirt.
The phone I'm clutching comes to life as I, wiping my tears with the sleeve of my sweatshirt, head for the gate.
I look at the display and see my sister's number. I hang up, but she calls again. Too persistently. I have to answer. It seems she'll never calm down. Before I can even bring the speaker to my ear, a bucket of curses is unleashed on me:
"Sarah, what have you done? Shawn is angry, he's raging and ranting like crazy! He's looking for you, ready to tear you to pieces! You betrayed him! Betrayed him... You're a traitor too, it turns out!"
"What?" Her shrill shriek fills my ears. I don't understand anything. Is she drunk or something?
Smoked?
Did the silicone break and get into my brain? "I don't understand anything!"
"You're a complete bitch, Sarah! Don't pretend! How are you going to explain this?"
My phone beeps with an incoming message, but I don't have time to open it because I hear the sharp sound of brakes outside the gate. Voices. So angry and terrifying that my heart sinks.
The most terrifying voice belongs to him. “Find me that scum!”
“Dead or alive?” Someone asked.
“Alive. Because I... will strangle her myself.” Shawn replied.
It feels like a deadly artillery shell exploding in my chest. My inner voice screams that I need to run immediately! And so I do! Driven by some instinct to save, acting on intuition, I rush toward the bushes and disappear into their thicket.
Two towering brutes burst onto the grounds of the house and run inside. Shawn follows them at a brisk pace. His face is terrifying. He looks like a true bloodthirsty and merciless barbarian. A demon from hell.
“Dig up every room, every corner, search! But find me that filthy slut immediately!”
I sit there like a mouse, not daring to move. I can barely breathe... They're running around inside the house. They're making noise, prowling around like bloodthirsty hyenas, wreaking havoc.
I can only hear their hoarse voices in the distance, silently praying they won't find me. I don't know what they're accusing me of, but their appearance speaks for itself. I'll kill them without a trial!