Chapter 26 MAKE ME PREGNANT
Chapter 26 MAKE ME PREGNANT
“Dear…” Mommy clasped my hand tightly, as though afraid I might disappear if she loosened her grip. “I’ve been so worried about you. I don’t know what to do anymore, especially now that both you and your sister are in such a fragile state.”
Guilt twisted painfully in my chest.
“Sorry, Mom,” I whispered. “How’s Akisha?”
The image of Akisha lying unconscious flashed in my mind. I hated myself for letting my anger consume me when her baby had been in danger.
Mommy wiped her tears and forced a small smile. “She’s stable now. Thank God Rare was there to treat her immediately.”
Of course he was.
Rare would never let anything happen to his first love.
And according to everyone, He was one of the best doctors in the world.
“Ah,” I murmured, looking away. “That’s good to hear.”
Dad finally turned to face me.
“I checked every hospital in the city, including this one, and there was no record of your real name,” he said in a stern voice. “Why? Who brought you here?”
I met his gaze without flinching.
“Her name is Nanay Fe. I forgot to ask for her full name. She didn’t know who I was, Dad. She helped me out of kindness, so naturally she registered me under a different name.”
Dad’s jaw tightened.
“Why didn’t she report the incident to the police?”
I bit back an eye roll.
“Dad, the important thing is that she saved my life.”
Mommy squeezed my hand again. “I want to meet her, Sweetie Where is she?”
“I already sent her home.” My lips curved into a bitter smile. “I was unconscious for thirty-two hours, and she never left my side. Imagine that.”
My parents ignored the meaning behind my words.
“We still want to thank her personally,” Mommy said softly.
Dad straightened his coat. “I’ll talk to your doctor.”
The moment he stepped out of the room, Mommy turned back to me, her expression full of fear.
“Dear, tell me what really happened.”
Her voice broke.
“The investigators said your car was in perfect condition. There were no CCTV cameras on that road, no witnesses, nothing. They can’t explain why you crashed.”
She swallowed hard.
“Some people are saying… that maybe you did it on purpose.”
Her eyes searched mine desperately.
“That you were trying to kill yourself.”
I stared at her in disbelief.
Suicide?
Never.
No matter how miserable my life became, I would never dare decide for God when my life should end.
“It was an accident,” I said firmly. “I was crying so hard I could barely see. A van suddenly appeared, and when I swerved to avoid it, I crashed into a post.”
Mommy covered her mouth and sobbed.
“But why did you leave, Dear? Your sister was already in danger.”
A hollow laugh escaped me.
“What was I supposed to do? Stay there after I almost caused my unborn niece or nephew to die?”
My voice shook with all the resentment I had buried for years.
“Why would I stay in a house where everyone looked at me like I was a criminal? Where everyone blamed me?”
“Sweetheart ,” Mommy pleaded, “running away was not the answer. You should have stayed and faced everything.”
“You don’t understand, Mom.” I shook my head. “You have no idea what I’m feeling. You guys are always validating my feelings..”
Her face crumpled.
“Don’t say that. I’m your mother. I carried you for nine months. I love you..”
She reached for my hand again, but I pulled away.
“No, Mom.”
The words came out sharper than intended.
“You and Dad always take Akisha’s side. Even when she’s wrong, she’s the one you protect because she’s the one who gets hurt.”
Tears blurred my vision.
“It’s always been like that.”
I remembered countless childhood moments when I was the one scolded, while Akisha remained the golden daughter—the perfect child in everyone’s eyes.
For years, I turned my jealousy into motivation.
I worked harder.
I became stronger.
I tried to earn the love that always seemed to come so naturally to her.
But everything changed after what happened with Charl.
That betrayal shattered whatever trust I had left.
“Sweetheart,” Mommy whispered, sobbing openly now, “We never loved your sister more than We loved you.”
“Maybe not intentionally,” I said, my voice breaking, “but that’s what it felt like.”
The tears I had been holding back finally spilled.
“I only got your attention when I did something wrong. Akisha got everything else.”
Mommy wrapped her arms around me.
“I’m sorry,” she cried. “If we made you feel that way, then we failed you. But I swear to God, your father and I love you both equally.”
For a moment, I let myself rest in her embrace.
Then I gently pulled away.
“Let’s stop talking about this.”
I wiped my cheeks.
“Is Akisha very angry with me?”
Mommy exhaled shakily and offered a sad smile.
“She’s worried sick about you. She cried nonstop, and that’s dangerous because her pregnancy is delicate.”
“She’s still mad?”
“Perhaps,” Mommy admitted. “But her love for you is stronger than her anger.”
She cupped my face tenderly.
“Please, sweetheart . Stop fighting with your sister. It hurts me to see my daughters destroying each other.”
“I’ll try,” I whispered. “But it depends.”
Because no matter how much I wanted peace, some wounds were too deep to heal overnight.
“Your sister’s pregnancy is high-risk,” Mommy reminded me, taking my hand once more.
I nodded tiredly.
“Then I’ll keep my distance. That way there won’t be any more trouble.”
She hesitated before asking the question I had been dreading.
“Have you still not forgiven her? Are you still not over Charl?”
Here we go again.
“Mom, that’s ancient history,” I snapped. “I moved on a long time ago. You’re the only ones who keep bringing it up.”
“Then why do you and your sister keep fighting?”
I didn’t answer.
Because some truths were too painful to explain.
“Anyway,” I said, looking away, “I won’t stay at the mansion. I’ll go back to my condo.”
“No.” Her voice was firm for the first time.
“You and your sister both need care, and I am your mother. You are staying with us.”
I sighed.
“No.”
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ON MY THIRDS day in the hospital, I was finally discharged.
Nothing much had happened during those three days. Aside from visits from Nanay Fe, Kristan, Mikee, and her friends, the hours passed in a blur of boredom and silence.
Rare never returned.
Not after leaving for St. Calisha. Not even a single message.
I told myself he was busy.
I told myself I didn’t care.
But every time the door opened and it wasn’t him, a small part of me was disappointed.
Mom insisted that I stay at the mansion.
Akisha and Charl were there as well. They had supposedly planned to move into their own house, but because of the accident, my parents wanted them to remain under the same roof.
“It’s all settled,” Dad announced as he entered my room. “We can go.”
The ride home was quiet.
I sat in the back seat with my eyes closed, pretending to sleep while my parents spoke in hushed voices in front.
By the time we arrived, the household staff rushed to greet me.
“Madame, how are you?” one of the maids asked anxiously.
“I’m okay,” I said with a faint smile. “Don’t worry.”
Inside the living room, Akisha immediately stood when she saw me.
“Ath…”
Tears streamed down her face as she hurried toward me, Charl carefully supporting her.
Before I could react, she wrapped her arms around me.
Pain shot through my chest where my wounds were still fresh.
“It hurts…”
She pulled away at once, horrified.
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”
I forced a smile.
“Stop crying. It’s bad for the baby.”
I glanced at my parents.
“I’m going upstairs to rest.”
Mommy stood quickly. “I’ll help you.”
“I can manage.”
Without waiting for a response, I climbed the staircase and retreated to my room.
The moment I entered, memories of my fight with Akisha flooded back.
I lay on my bed and stared at the ceiling.
Guilt gnawed at me.
I knew I had hurt her.
So why was it still so hard to be kind?
Perhaps I wasn’t ready to fix everything.
Not yet.
But maybe…
Little by little.