2 - Fake Lost

Abigail's POV.

"How's my baby?" I inquired after seeing my father with Gerald.

They exchanged glances before he sighed and looked at me, "Abigail, please forgive me. But you have lost it.

My world collapsed in an instant, and I replied, "What? "It cannot be."

"I'm sorry, Abby."

"No!" I turned at Gerald and said, "You! It was all your fault! Your mistress pushed me, which is why I lost my child!"

"Watch your mouth, Abigail. My daughter has nothing to do with your reckless actions!" Aunt Priscilla intervened. I had no idea she was here, too.

I scoffed, "Dad, she pushed me. Hilary is the reason my baby died!"

"Abby, my daughter. You need to rest, and I will make sure whoever cleaned the stairs gets punished," Dad said. That leaves me perplexed because it appears that he was unconcerned. "Dad. I lost my child. Your grandchild."

"Hilary would never dare to do that, Abby. She's your sister."

"Step-sister." I corrected and stated, "She is not my sister and will never be! Hilary seduced my husband, and now she kills my baby in order to have my husband!"

"Enough already, Abigail!" My father raised his voice for the first time, which was unusual given that he rarely got angry with me.

"Why do I feel like I am not your daughter? Hilary is not your daughter, Dad. I am. She is a slut!" I yelled, but my father only responded with a slap.

"Enough with this, Abigail."

I return my gaze to my father and touch the spot on my cheek where his hand landed. "I allowed you to marry again because I saw how happy you were with her. But once she entered our lives, you abandoned me, Dad."

"No, Abigail, I never do that. I always make sure that both of you are loved.

"Well, you are wrong!" I drew my gaze to my 'perfect' husband and took the paper he had given me when I woke up. He worked on the divorce papers before I returned from my business trip, and he handed them to me as if we had not lost a child. I sign it before throwing it at him. "I am so stupid for marrying an unfaithful man like you, Gerald. I thought I could trust you while I worked hard to make a better future for both of us, but you can not control your itch and sleep with her daughter.

"I was stupid enough to believe you would not dare to cheat on me, but I was completely wrong about you! I made a mistake by trusting and loving you! You are a disgrace! I would never forgive you, Gerald! Never." I cried and felt like a rock was resting on my chest, especially since my father was uninterested in my concerns.

I looked at my father, and I could see how Priscilla had manipulated and poisoned his mind to destroy our relationship. I regret my decision and now blame myself for being unaware of their true intentions.

"I love you, Dad. You have shown early signs of depression since Mom's death. So, as your daughter, I will do everything I can to make you happy again. You are happy with a woman you just met, and I am not selfish enough to interfere. So, when I discovered you want to marry again. I coordinated everything on your behalf. Now, it is your turn to return the favor."

"What are you talking about?"

"I want you to choose between me, your own daughter, and Aunt Priscilla." My father's silence made it clear that my wish was impossible. He looked at his wife as if he was seeking her approval, which made me chuckle sarcastically. "You're choosing them, do you?"

"Abigail, you don't understand. You don't need to ask me who to choose. I want you to stay with us in the same way, and I will not choose between you and my wife. She becomes a good mother to you," he responded, which made me laugh.

"Unbelievable! Why are you always looking at the negative side of things, Dad? I thought you would have my back, but what is this?"

"Abigail. Please do not complicate things for both of us. I love both you and Priscilla. I cannot pick between you two," he said. At that moment, I knew what my father's decision was. He cannot choose me over them. He can no longer prioritize me because these gold diggers have blinded him.

"You are not going to choose me, are you?" My eyes begin to well up with tears, and I am unable to bear it. "You are choosing her over me, Dad? Rather than your own daughter."

"Abigail—"

"Fine. I don't care anymore. Do you prefer her instead of me? Then go! I don't need a father like you! From now on, I am cutting our connection, and you are no longer my father—" Dad slapped me, causing me to stop speaking and start crying quietly.

"I give you whatever you want. I raised you, even if it was difficult. When your mother died, Abby, I became both your mother and father. "You are so ungrateful!" He responded.

"So I am the ungrateful one now, Dad? Before they entered our lives, you were my father. However, everything changed at once. Whenever I'm with you, I feel like I was adopted, and Hilary was your biological daughter," I said.

"You want me out of your life? Fine. I am going to end our father-daughter relationship. I will disappear in your life, Abigail. As your father, I will give you whatever you want. From now on, I am no longer your father." I was heartbroken when my father accepted it without remorse and then left as if it was no big deal.

Priscilla followed my father outside, and Gerald eventually followed. I was left by myself. I did not belong in this world anymore. I was stupid for pushing my father away, but it was too late to back out now. I made my father turn his back on me, and I was solely responsible for it.

Later on, the door opened again, and the doctor looked at me. I wiped my tears away, took the check from under my pillow, and handed it to him. "Are you sure no one knew about it?"

After taking the check from my hands, he nodded and said, "Yes, Ma'am."

"Good. Now, I want you to shut up and not tell anyone about my child. Got it?" I said.

"Sure, Ms. McAdams. You can count on me."