Chapter 22: Home
The doctor didn’t reply, his focus on the task at hand.
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Later...
The antiseptic scent of the examination room hung heavy in the air as Megan shifted on the plush, cream-colored couch, her fingers drumming impatiently against her thigh. The pale walls, adorned with charts and diagrams, felt suffocating, and the rhythmic ticking of the clock only amplified her restlessness. Her heels tapped lightly against the tiled floor as she craned her neck toward the door, waiting for the doctor to return.
The door creaked open, and the doctor— the same man with a salt-and-pepper beard and a calm, practiced demeanor—stepped inside, clutching a file. He closed the door softly behind him, his expression carefully neutral.
Megan straightened, her sharp gaze fixed on him. “Any news for me?” she asked, her voice clipped, her anxiety thinly veiled behind her usual confidence.
The doctor approached her, glancing at the file in his hands. “Yes,” he began, his tone measured, “there is news. But it’s not something bad.”
Megan’s brow arched, skepticism etched across her face. “Not bad?” she echoed, her tone laced with frustration. “What could be worse than this? This fucking migraine is killing me.”
The doctor raised his hands slightly, a placating gesture. “I understand,” he said, his voice calm yet empathetic. “Your migraine is likely an allergic reaction to something you may have consumed recently. Nevertheless, I’ve prescribed medication that should help alleviate it.” He held out a small sheet of paper, the prescription note neatly scrawled in blue ink.
Megan snatched the note, her lips pursed. “And that’s it? Just some meds?” she pressed, though her tone softened slightly.
The doctor hesitated for a moment before stepping closer. “Well, there’s more,” he said carefully, his eyes meeting hers. “While running your tests, we discovered something… significant.”
“Significant?” Megan’s tone sharpened, her eyes narrowing. “What kind of significant? Stop beating around the bush, Doc.”
The doctor cleared his throat, adjusting his stance. “You’re pregnant,” he said, his words deliberate and steady. “We confirmed it through the urine test you took earlier.”
Megan blinked, her breath catching in her throat. “Pregnant?” she repeated, her voice barely above a whisper, as though testing the weight of the word.
“Yes, pregnant,” the doctor affirmed, handing her the test results. The paper trembled slightly in her hand as she stared at the bold, undeniable letters.
For a moment, silence enveloped the room, broken only by the faint hum of the air conditioning. Then, as if a dam had burst, a wide grin spread across Megan’s face. She leaped up from the couch, clutching the result. “That’s… that’s wonderful!” she exclaimed, her voice brimming with excitement. “Carlos is gonna love this!”
The doctor’s lips twitched into a polite smile, but he took a cautious step back as Megan’s exuberance filled the room. She waved the prescription note in the air, her energy electric. “Is this the drug I need to get?” she asked, her tone almost giddy.
“Yes,” the doctor confirmed with a small nod.
Megan didn’t wait another second. She surged forward and planted a quick kiss on the doctor’s cheek, the gesture so unexpected it caused him to stumble backward. His eyes widened in surprise, and he raised a hand to steady himself.
“Bless you, Doc,” Megan said, flashing him a mischievous grin. Her gaze darted around the room before settling on the door. Then, as if struck by a sudden thought, a wicked smile curled her lips. She tilted her head, her eyes glinting with a mix of triumph and malice.
“I can’t wait to see the look on Cynthia’s face when I tell her,” Megan murmured, almost to herself, her voice dripping with satisfaction. “The realization that I’ve finally replaced her…” She let the thought hang in the air, savoring the imagined scenario like a sweet taste on her tongue.
The doctor cleared his throat, visibly uncomfortable with the shift in her tone. “Well, congratulations,” he offered awkwardly, glancing at the door as though eager to move on to his next patient.
Megan shot him a final grin, dismissing him with a casual wave as she strode toward the door. “See you around, Doc,” she called over her shoulder, her heels clicking against the tiled floor.
She stepped into the corridor, the sterile lighting casting a pale glow on her flawless features. Two burly men in dark suits immediately fell into step behind her— Carlos’s men, their presence as silent and imposing as ever.
“Congratulations, ma’am,” one of them said, his voice low and respectful.
Megan turned slightly, her grin widening. “You can say that again,” she replied, her tone dripping with smugness.
The men exchanged brief glances but remained silent as they escorted her through the hospital. Megan’s confidence radiated from her with every step, her mind already spinning with thoughts of how to deliver the news to Carlos— and how to wield it against Cynthia.
They exited the hospital, the bright midday sun washing over them as they approached the sleek black SUV parked at the curb. One of the men opened the door for Megan, and she slid inside, the cool leather seats welcoming her. The two men climbed into the front, and within moments, the car roared to life, merging seamlessly into the bustling city traffic.
Megan leaned back, her fingers lightly tracing over the test results. Her mind raced with plans, each more devious than the last. She imagined Cynthia’s face crumpling with despair, the woman finally realizing that Megan had won. A victorious chuckle escaped her lips, and she glanced at her reflection in the tinted window, her smile wicked.
As the car wove through the city streets, Megan’s thoughts shifted to Carlos. She pictured his reaction— the surprise, the joy, the pride. “This baby changes everything,” she murmured to herself, her voice laced with determination. “Everything.”
The SUV pulled to a smooth stop at a traffic light, and Megan glanced out the window, watching the throngs of pedestrians bustling about their day. A faint smirk tugged at her lips as she considered how quickly life could change— how powerfully a single revelation could alter the course of everything.
“Ma’am?” one of the men called from the front, his voice breaking her reverie.
“Hmm?” Megan responded, her gaze still fixed on the cityscape.
“Where to next?”
Megan’s smirk deepened, her eyes glinting with mischief as she leaned forward slightly. “Home,” she said firmly. “I’ve got plans to make.”
The light turned green, and the SUV surged forward, carrying Megan toward her next move— a move that promised to upend everything in its path.