Chapter 27 The Truth I Couldn’t Hide Anymore
I speak in a soft but clear voice, “No… you won’t do this.”
He acts as if he doesn’t want to hear me at all. His voice turns a little hard. “Don’t refuse today. Today, I won’t listen to anything you say.”
My heart starts pounding violently. He takes me toward the bed, and I feel completely weak in his grip. A thousand thoughts run through my mind at once exhaustion everything mixed together.
He comes closer to me. The warmth of his breath makes me feel even more uneasy. In anger and panic, I speak up again, “No… you can’t do this.”
He looks at me in surprise, as if he can’t understand my reaction at all, “Have you gone crazy? Why are you refusing? It’s not like this is the first time you’ve been this close to me.”
His words make my heart feel even heavier. Tears fill my eyes. Today, I’m becoming emotional over every little thing. I don’t even understand what’s happening to me.
These mood swings… this anxiety… how do I explain it to him?
He ignores everything I say. I want to speak, but my words get stuck in my throat. Being this close to him makes me feel strange my head starts spinning, my breathing becomes heavy.
Suddenly, I feel nauseous. A sharp wave rises in my stomach. I lose all control. With all my strength, I push him away from me.
He steps back.
I don’t stop for even a second. I immediately get up and run straight to the washbasin. The very next moment, I bend over and start throwing up. My body is trembling. Tears stream from my eyes tears of weakness, fear, and confusion.
I sense a strange smell that makes me feel even more restless. Holding the edge of the basin, I try to steady myself. Breathing feels difficult, almost impossible.
I slowly turn around. He is standing right in front of me. There is a strange mix of hardness and concern in his eyes. For a moment, just looking into his eyes makes me feel a little scared. His face is serious, as if something is troubling him deeply from within.
In a deep, firm voice, he says, “I told you to get yourself checked by a doctor, didn’t I? Even then, you ignored what I said.”
I gently shake my head, trying to appear normal, and reply, “It’s not like that… I’m absolutely fine.”
He looks straight at me. His gaze sharpens, and his voice turns stricter, “If you’re fine, then what was that just now?”
I avoid his eyes. My heart is beating fast. In a soft voice, I say, “Nothing… it just happens sometimes.”
Before I can finish, he takes hold of my hand. His grip isn’t harsh, but it carries a mix of stubbornness and worry.
“No,” he says, “Tell me. What happened just now? I want to know.”
I try to pull my hand back slightly, yet I repeat the same words, “Nothing happened. I’m fine.”
His patience seems to snap. His voice grows even more stern, “Shut up. Tell me the truth. You’re hiding something from me.”
For a moment, I fall silent. Fear and confusion swirl inside me. Then, softly, without looking at him, I say, “I felt… a strange smell coming from you. That’s why I started vomiting.”
He looks completely shocked. His eyes widen slightly. “What?” he says, almost in disbelief.
“A smell from me? I’m completely fresh. I showered with you, got ready, applied perfume. Then what smell?”
I rub my fingers together nervously and reply in a low voice, “I don’t know… but I sensed a strange smell. I couldn’t tolerate it.”
He runs a hand through his hair. Now his face shows more worry than anger.
“That’s it,” he suddenly says, “We’re going to the doctor right now. For a checkup.”
I look at him instantly, shocked, “No… really, I’m absolutely fine.”
His face hardens. In anger, he raises his voice, “I told you, we’re going right now!”
His voice is so loud that little Ira flinches for a moment. She stands between us, looking at both of us with her big, innocent eyes. Fear and confusion are clearly visible on her face, as if she cannot understand what is happening so suddenly.
He looks at me, clearly worried, and says firmly, “Come on, let’s go.”
I shake my head and speak softly, trying to calm him down. “Please don’t get so upset. Because of your anger, Ira is getting scared.”
Without waiting for his response, I turn away from him and walk toward Ira. I bend down to her level and ask gently, “What happened, baby?”
She looks at me with her big innocent eyes and replies in her soft, broken voice, “Uncle… you’re scolding.”
My heart tightens. I glare at Michael in anger for a brief moment, then look back at Ira and say, trying to sound light, “Yes baby, uncle is not being good.”
Michael’s voice hardens again. “Come on, Sara. Otherwise I’ll have to take you forcefully.”
I don’t reply. I lift little Ira, place her gently on the bed, and tuck her in. “Sleep now, baby,” I whisper. I lie down beside her, my hand resting protectively near her.
Michael walks closer. He bends down and tries to lift me into his arms. Instantly, I grab his hand to stop him. Before he can react, I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him closer to me. He is so close that I can feel his breath, his tension, his worry.
Angrily, he says, “Don’t distract me now.”
I look up at him. Instead of answering, I place a soft kiss on his lips. His words stop. His body stills.
In a very low voice, I say, “Can I tell you something?”
He doesn’t speak. He just looks at me, confused and restless.
I move even closer, my lips near his ear, my voice barely a whisper. My heart is pounding, but I finally let the truth come out, “I’m pregnant.”
TO BE COUNTINUE...!!!