Resent Reject Regret by Aqua Summers

“Ms. McKinney? Congratulations! You’re one month along!”

The doctor’s excitement only made Deirdre McKinnon’s face pale as the blood drained from her face. “Are you sure?” she asked gingerly. “I’m certain what I had was just gastric pain. I don’t think a pregnancy would be even possible. Can you just… check again?”

“Ms. McKinney, have you had sex in the past month?”

“Y-Yes?”

“Did you use protection? Did you take the morning-after pill?”

Deirdre thought about all those times Brendan had ravaged her and shook her head.

“There we go,” the doctor concluded with a smile. “You had unprotected sex and didn’t take the morning-after pill. Of course, the probability of getting pregnant would be high. Why would you think it’s impossible?”

Deirdre had no counter-argument. She clenched her hand around her chest, hesitated, and asked tentatively, “C-Can you… amend that report for me, doctor? Make it state that I’m not pregnant. Please, just do this favor for me. I’ll pay you! I’ll pay you handsomely for your trouble, I—”

The doctor frowned and uttered, “I’m gonna have to stop you right there, ma’am. Our establishment does not break the law, and what you’re asking me to do is a crime. Now, if you’ll excuse me… Next!”

Deirdre’s fingers were pressed against the report as she went out of the hospital listlessly. The streets outside were as busy and bustling, and yet something was holding her back from crossing them and returning home.

She was terrified. What if Brendan Brighthall found it out? Tolerating Deirdre’s existence alone had exhausted his patience—he would terminate her pregnancy without hesitation.

Deirdre gingerly touched her abdomen with trembling fingers while looking down.

She really wanted to keep the child. However, Brendan called her before she could think of a plan.

Deirdre balked a little, but she ultimately answered the phone. The voice that reverberated from the other side was low. “Done? Get back here. Now.”

Brendan was very impatient. Since she was asked to go home, she had to get back in 30 minutes. It was nerve-wracking on her way home. By the time Deirdre arrived at the manor’s living room, Brendan was on his way down from the second floor. He had just left the house’s restricted area.

Brendan was wearing silky pajamas today, and his undone collar exposed his chiseled chest in all its magnificence. He had groomed his hair into a slicked-back hairdo, and his facial features were unforgettably handsome. It was his physical perfection—a kind of beauty that could only be found in one out of a million men—that had captured Deirdre’s heart six years ago. She had been bewitched into becoming his unofficial wife for two years.

A cigarette was clamped between Brendan’s fingers, and its reek wafted when he approached her. At the thought that she was now pregnant, Deirdre instinctively held her breath.

Then, she heard him ask, “What did the report say?”

Deirdre held her breath even harder. She hoped against hope that she could fool him. “I-It’s all good! Yep. No p-problem at all.”

“Then explain your retching back in the family mansion.”

“Gastric problems!” Deirdre pursed her lips, determined to avoid his black, unfathomable eyes. “I-Irregular eating schedule, you know? It’s, uh, something I’m used to having…”

It fell eerily silent the next second. Brendan cast his eyes on her, as his gaze was burning her from above. Deirdre bit her lower lip and clenched her hands in a panic.

Just as she thought her jig was up, Brendan walked past her and headed to the couch. “Lunch. I’m hungry.”

Deirdre was stunned and then dashed into the kitchen with a touch of relief.