Claiming her babies

Ethan’s POV

I walked into the living room, and just as I was about to take the stairs, Mia called out, but I didn’t respond.

“Ethan, don’t you dare walk away from me,” she yelled, her voice filled with anger, but I paid no attention to her. I continued taking the stairs and finally reached the guest room where I’d been sleeping. Ever since I found out what Mia did, I decided to take a separate room. I still couldn’t get her betrayal off my chest, and it hurt me deeply that Mia could do such a thing.

“Where have you been?” Mia asked, but I didn’t respond as I dragged my tie down, loosening its grip on my neck. “Can you just say something? Your silence is killing me,” she said calmly, her voice barely above a whisper.

My hand fell from the tie at my neck to my side as I turned slowly and glared at her. The memory of her betrayal resurfaced, fueling my anger. “I’ve been working,” I said icily.

“Working for three days without coming home? Do you now live in the office?” she asked, her eyebrows knitting into a deep frown.

“You’re not in any position to ask me any questions, Mia. I can come to this house anytime I want,” I responded, my voice no longer calm and soothing.

“So it’s Mia now and not dear,” she said, her eyes staring at me in sadness “Why are you doing this to us? To me?” she asked, tears slowly gathering in her eyes.

I scoffed, looking at her with disgust. “To you? You’re talking about you? What about what you did to me? Huh?” I asked, pointing my index finger at her accusingly.

“I already apologized, Ethan. I did it because I love you. I wanted you back in my life and-”Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

“You wanted me back, and you went as far as sleeping with another man just so you could give me a child. Is that what you call love? You deceived me, Mia, and that is not love, that’s manipulation” I said, turning away, not wanting to see her sad eyes.

“I did it because I love you. Maybe I made a mistake, but I did it for you. I knew you wanted a child, and Monica couldn’t give you that. I wanted you back in my life for good, but I couldn’t have all of you because Monica was still a part of your life. I didn’t want her anywhere close to us. Please, Ethan, let’s just start fresh and forget everything, please.”

“You were jealous of Monica even when I told you I loved you. You still weren’t satisfied. You went as far as getting pregnant and making me believe the child was mine so I could drive Monica away. That isn’t something I can let go of, Mia. I will never forgive you for deceiving me” I said, walking out of the room, but she still followed me.

“So this is about Monica right?”

“It’s not mia. It’s about my feelings. It’s about how I felt when I realized that the baby wasn’t mine. I loved you but you betrayed and hurt me. I’m hurting Mia. I was so happy when I found out you were pregnant but it was all a lie. I’m happy you lost the bastard child anyway” I uttered coldly, with a serious expression on my face. “Get out. I want to be alone” I ordered finally, trying to conclude the issue.

“Why are you being so hard? I’ve apologized and tried everything in my power to beg you, but you are just making things hard for me,” she complained, ranting and following me down the stairs, but I still didn’t pay any attention to her. “It’s not my fault that you’re impotent,” she said harshly, and I paused in my tracks in shock.

I turned to face her slowly, staring at her in disbelief. “What did you just say?” I asked.

“You heard me right, Ethan. You’re impotent, and that’s the fact,” she said again confidently.

I chuckled slowly, then soon opened my mouth and laughed out loud in a mocking manner, my voice echoing in the silent, huge living room. “You are sick. You need to see a psychiatrist.”

“No, I don’t need a psychiatrist, and neither do you. What you need, Ethan, is a doctor,” she said, smiling mischievously. “Haven’t you ever wondered why I had to sleep with your secretary just so I could get pregnant? Do you think I fell in love with that nagging secretary? No, Ethan, I didn’t. I slept with him because, regardless of the number of times we had sex, I never got pregnant. I kept on seeing my period month after month, and I knew if I wanted Monica out of my life, then I had to do something fast. So, my dearest Ethan, it’s not entirely my fault. You wanted to have a child, and I knew that was the only way to have you entirely to myself.”

I stared at Mia in shock, frozen as my brain slowly processed what I just heard. “It’s a lie. That can’t be possible.”

“That’s why I said you don’t need a psychiatrist, dearest. What you need is a doctor. Carry out a test on yourself, and if I’m wrong, I will pack my stuff and leave this house for good,” she said with confidence, and I instantly feared the possibility of her words.

Monica and I had sex so many times, and yet, she never got pregnant. Mia and I had sex, but there was a baby, although the baby wasn’t mine. Does that sum up the possibility that I might be impotent? I thought to myself as my heart pounded against my chest in trepidation.

“You’re wrong mia. You don’t know what you’re saying. There’s no way I’m impotent. I’m fine and healthy so f**k off” I said as I climbed down the stairs and stormed out of the house, heading to my car

“Sir, where are you going?” Andrew, my driver, asked.

“Give me the keys” I ordered and he handed them to me “Go home and rest Andrew. I won’t be needing your service anymore today” I said as I dashed into my car and zoomed off, leaving a confused Andrew standing and watching as my car left.