Chapter 67 In Terrible Situation
Sarah
"Aunt Sveta!" Tears stream down my cheeks. It's her, it's her! I recognized a familiar and beloved face... How long has it been since we've seen each other!
I rush to her as fast as I can and embrace her. I cry. I cry and I can't stop. I want to share my grief and tell her how much pain I'm in!
I want to tell her everything I've been through during these terrible, merciless years, starting with the moment I ran away from my father. Ending with how I lost my head and did bad things, giving myself over to the powerful billionaire Shawn Romano, like some kind of tempter!
In the end, he hates me because he considers me a traitor, but the worst thing is that the birth control pills didn't work, and now I'm pregnant. From someone who dreams of killing me.
"I... I..." I can't get the words out. I'm shaking in her arms as if I'm soaked through an icy, pouring rain. I can't speak yet, I can only swallow words convulsively.
I'm ashamed not only in front of myself, but also, of course, in front of her. After all, she raised me... She instilled in me the foundations of life! How can I tell her everything?
What if she makes me look like a vile prostitute? I slept with my sister's fiancé! And now I'm pregnant... And he wants to kill me!
And my sister, she claims, is pregnant with his child. Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Oh, my God. This only happens in TV series! Oh, the stupid things I've done...
I'd do anything to go back in time and change it. I'm in so much pain right now that I don't even want to live...
"My dear, how did you end up here?" Aunt Sveta burst into tears. She held me tightly in her arms for a long time, whispering something in my ear, trying to calm me down. She led me into the house, fed me well, while I swallowed my tears and told her the whole truth.
"How much you've changed, you've become such a beauty! But who hurt you, my dear?"
My conscience wouldn't let me lie to her. I decided to tell her everything as it was. She definitely won't turn me in. She's known me since infancy; she personally nursed me. She knows my character; I'm her favorite and most obedient girl. She can spot a lie in a minute.
I begin to tell her my tragic story in snatches. It's very difficult to find the right words. My lower abdomen began to ache. I'd been through a lot and was even more worried that I might suddenly feel ill, because pregnant women shouldn't be nervous, and it's hard to control myself.
Pregnant... I'm pregnant! It's still hard to believe. I certainly didn't plan on becoming a mother so early!
A single mother...
“Okay, Sarah, calm down! Have some tea, eat a little, and tell me everything as it is.”
I can't seem to swallow, but I haven't eaten in a while, so I feel too weak right now. I forced myself to eat some rice with chicken pieces. I drank some warm fruit tea.
“Delicious, thank you for taking me in and feeding me. I have nowhere else to go. I'm so happy to see you! I've missed you so much!”
“What are you saying, Sarah?” She gasped and spread her arms. "I'm always, always glad to see you! And how good it is that you came to visit. Hardly anyone ever comes to see me. Irina sometimes pops in for some meat or homemade eggs. Milk for my son, too! I'm going completely crazy with loneliness here.”
“Ira?”
“Yes, yes! That's the one, she's Ira. She got married and had a baby. She takes nutrition seriously, so she gets everything homemade from me; she likes natural, not store-bought.”
“Oh, Ira!” I was surprised. “Oh, my...”
I remembered Ira. We grew up together, and then she was my cousin. It was so sad. She became like a sister to me.
“Maybe you'll see her soon! She comes over once a month. About.” That would be wonderful, because I don't have any friends at all.
After a hearty meal, a cozy, homey atmosphere, and my aunt's support, I felt a little better.
My aunt's house is small and modest. The furniture is old, the walls, like the floor, are long overdue for repair, but it still feels cozy and warm. She cooks deliciously, and her every action conveys a care and love that makes you want to reach out and reach out.
I'd really like her to be my mother, not those... who abandoned me. I took a moment to step back in time and recalled how it all began. How exactly I met billionaire Shawn Romano and how he fulfilled my desires, at that time I was framed by my sister and now, too.
Aunt Sveta's jaw dropped. I understand her perfectly; I myself would have had a hard time believing such a story. Not real life, but a real movie.
"I'd like something stronger to drink, not tea," she nodded, taking my hand firmly. She squeezed it, offering support. "I can't imagine what you're feeling right now."
I picked up the story from that moment, in more detail. She listened, holding her breath. Her face reflected a wide range of emotions. She worried as if she were worrying for her daughter, or for herself.
And I was so ashamed, so ashamed... That I hated myself! I desperately tried to understand how I'd gotten myself into this mess. A sudden pregnancy is, of course, a shocking problem! But being framed, portrayed as a thief and a traitor, is even more shocking.
What should I do now? How can I unravel this poisonous tangle of snakes that has completely entangled me, trapping me?
"What should I do now..." I whispered with a heavy sigh, lowering my head. "Are you judging me?"
"Me?" she asked, surprised, placing her hand on her heart. "Why should I judge?"
"I'm bad... I did something bad! I feel terrible!" I am tense.