MARRIED TO A BILLIONAIRE: Episode 31-The End

?Married To A Billionaire?
(The Billionaire Wife)

Episode 38

????Written by Authoress Quinny ????

?Elizabeth pov?

After learning of the possibility that I might be pregnant, Mary and I rushed to the nearest pharmacy for a pregn@ncy test. Neither one of us had ever been in such a situation which meant neither one of us knew which pregn@ncy test would be best suited. The pharmacist was looking at us eyes wide opened as we looked through the lanes.

We took five pregn@ncy tests from five different brands in case the other didn’t work.

The pharmacist gave me a look of contempt as I placed it on the counter.

“It’s for my friend,” I said nervously.

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“Can you tell me, I’m too nervous to look,” I said biting my thumb. There were five pregn@ncy tests on the table all flipped upside down. The five minutes that were written on the back of the box had already passed.

“No matter what the results are, I want you to know it’s not the end of the world,” Mary said trying to seem calm but I could hear the alarm in her voice.

“Are you kidding, I don’t even have a job, I’m barely managing!” I exclaimed.

“Yes, but your baby daddy happens to be a billionaire. Unless Erik is the father.”

I rolled my eyes, “We are not even sure if I’m pregnant.”

“Okay, close your eyes. I’ll flip them all then you can open your eyes.” Mary said.

I nodded, I did as she said. I could hear the sound on the table as she flipped each one. Every passing second I was tempted to open my eyes but I wasn’t ready for the results.

“Okay, you can open your eyes now.” She said.

I exhaled deeply awaiting for the biggest shock of my life.

*~*~*~*~*

I shook the pregn@ncy test still shocked by the results. Maybe this was a mistake and that I hadn’t seen it correctly.

“Elizabeth! Just stop.” Mary exclaimed. “You’re pregn@nt.”

Really final sank in, i am pregnant and expecting a child. A person.

Four of the pregnancy tests had a positive sign on it while one had a negative. I didn’t know what to believe or whether I should just aspect the probability of me being pregn@nt.

“I can’t believe this,” I muttered.

“So you are a med student and it somehow never occurred to you to use protection,” Mary said with a questioning look on her face.

“So you are going to mock me now.”

“No, I’m just trying to help. We can book an appointment with a doctor for you to confirm. Everything will be okay.” She said with a half a smile.

“I have to go, I have a day shift, I can’t be late today,” She said

I watched as she walked out, my mind is screaming ‘Please don’t leave’.

I leaned against the wall as I fell to my knees onto the floor.

What was I going to do? I barely had enough for myself and not to mention a child. I didn’t have a job or any money saved.

I looked at the pregnancy tests again hoping it would just magically turn into a negative

A sudden rush of nausea washed over me. I stood up holding onto the counter for support then walked to the couch. I sat down with my vision blurring out. I closed my eyes allowing sleep to consume me.

*~*~*~*~*

I opened my eyes as I heard a loud ‘bang’ on the door. For a moment I started debating whether I should open the door or go back to sleep and hope that the person will leaves. I laid my head back on the couch. Before I could close my eyes I heard another loud bang on the door. The person sounded more persistent than ever, the only other person who knocks like this and has no regards in giving other people space is Michael. Maybe he changed his mind and came back.

I lifted myself then dragged my feet onto the ground and to the door.

I opened the door with all my might nearly knocking my forehead in the process.

I could have suspected anyone to be at my front door, but him. There was a high probability of the president of the united states being at my front door than him turning up.

“Dad?” I said.

He was wearing his usual clothes a black tuxedo. When I was younger I used to think he was a Man in black agent. He seemed a little wet. Only now had I realized it was raining. I had slept through it.

He had his usual briefcase with him, aka his first child. I couldn’t help but notice the look of astonishment he had on his face.

“Elizabeth?” He said.

“Where you expecting someone else,” I spoke.

“No… It’s just that, you look different.” He mumbled the last part. “I haven’t seen you in a while.”

The next couple of seconds felt awkward for both of us. We were both just staring at each other. Neither one of us knew what to say.

“Are you going to let me in.” He said breaking the silence.

I anticipated, I stood anyway from the door as he pushed the door wider allowing himself in.

For the first time I realized how f!lthy this place looked, I hadn’t cleaned in a week. I just didn’t see the point.

Then I remembered the pregn@ncy tests I left on the table. I couldn’t let him find out, or anyone for that matter.

I walked in front of him rushing to the table then grabbed the tests before he noticed anything suspicious.

“Your home looks lovely,” He said sarcastically with a smirk on his face.

I rowed my ears in response. That’s the way it was between my father and I, before Charles. Every time he would come up with a smart ass remark and I would fail miserably in coming up with a comeback. It was as if he was competing against himself to make an even more insulting remark.

He took a seat on the couch, bushing the couch off first with his hand before sitting.

“I came to see you, I didn’t think you would be here but I took the chance.” He said. I walked to the kitchen to make him a cup of coffee, the kitchen was technically still in the same room.

“Your mom wanted to see you but I thought it best she didn’t.” He said.

“Really?” I questioned.

“No, I thought you heard the sarcasm. She went to a spa with a group of friends.

I handed him his coffee. He took a sip then muttered, “Thank you.”

Growing up I used to make him coffee a lot when he stayed up all night finishing his business projects.

I took a seat beside him.

Suddenly the smile on his face faded. The room was suddenly filled with this void of tension.

“I heard what happened,” He began. “With Charles,”

“If you are here to convince me to go back it’s not going to work. Not this time.” I said firmly.

“No, on the contrary, I’m here to help you out. I should have done this a long time ago and I’m sorry. You might not be able to lawfully divorce him now but I can help you walk out of the marriage.” He said. He took my hand in his.

“Does mom know about this?” I asked.

“No, she’s gone ballistic.” He said looking down. “But I know a couple of lawyers that are willing to help,”

“Thanks, Dad,”

Without realizing, tears were rolling down my cheek. He placed his hand on my cheek then wiped the tears away.

“To make it up to you, I think you should finish your degree. It was wrong of us not to support you.”

I remember it like yesterday, the day I first told my parents I wanted to be a doctor instead. “Do you want to spend the rest of your life serving other people my.” Mom said.

I leaned in and hugged him.

He placed his cup on the table then opened his briefcase and took out a business card then handed it to me.

“These are the contact details of the lawyers, you can call him. Tell him I recommended you.” He said.

“Thank you,” I muttered.

“It’s okay sweetheart, I’m here now. I’ll give you a call tomorrow so we can proceed. I have to go now before your crazy mother starts assuming I’m having an affair.” He said standing up.

I stood up then hugged him, for the first time I felt like everything was going to be alright. Like the world was finally on my side.

As we broke the hug, one of the pregnancy tests fell out of my pocket, before he looked down I shoved his briefcase onto his chest hen rushed him out.

“I’ll call you tomorrow,” I said. “I blocked your number after you forced me into marriage.”

He shook his head in response as he walked out.

I exhaled deeply. “That was a close one,” I muttered.

I heard a loud knock on the door bring me out of my thoughts. ‘It might me dad’ I thought. Maybe he forgot something.

I slightly opened the door, before I could see who it was the door was pushed roughly against me, knocking my forehead in the process. Before I could recover, I felt a cold hand cover my mouth.

“Shout and you die,” He said.

It was Erick!

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