Chapter 78: Pregancy and Suprises
Zamian’s body stilled as he stared at the papers, his heart racing to confirm what his eyes had seen. The soft lights overhead seemed to flicker as his mind struggled to process the reality before him. His eyes widened in disbelief as he turned to Mira, who looked just as shocked. She had woken up and heard everything, yet her body refused to respond to the overwhelming news that hung thick in the air.
They had only been intimate twice—though that "twice" felt more like a lifetime ago. Those two encounters had been only two days apart, and she hadn’t expected them to lead to this moment. The reality of her pregnancy hit her like a wave, leaving her breathless and bewildered. It felt surreal, as if the world had momentarily paused to allow her mind to catch up with her heart.
Zamian’s sudden appearance after two weeks of silence only added to her turmoil. Here he was, holding the undeniable proof of her condition—the papers confirming her pregnancy. A sharp pain shot through her chest as the implications settled in. It was as if the walls of the room were closing in on her, suffocating her with the weight of expectation and reality.
Of course, he had finally gotten what he wanted: an heir, just as the contract had stipulated. This was a bittersweet victory for Zamian, a goal he had been chasing while she had been left alone, grappling with her emotions and the pain of his absence. She had spent countless nights in their shared silence, wondering why he hadn’t contacted her, questioning her worth and the nature of their relationship.
Mira felt the weight of her loneliness over the past weeks, the nights spent yearning for his presence. Now, seeing him here, holding the papers that changed everything, felt like salt on an open wound. She was finally pregnant, a reality that should have filled her with joy, yet it only deepened her sorrow, twisting the knife of disappointment further into her heart.
The doctor bowed respectfully before leaving the room, closing the door gently behind him. Zamian hurriedly walked toward her, his eyes scanning her body with a sense of urgency, concern etched deeply in his voice. "Are you alright? Does it hurt anywhere?" His worry was palpable, but Mira simply stared blankly at him, her mind racing, trying to comprehend the whirlwind of emotions swirling within her.
"Tell me! Talk to me, Mira... Why aren’t you saying anything?" He reached out and grasped her hand, but she pulled away sharply, as if his touch burned her. The contact ignited a flood of feelings that she wasn’t ready to face, feelings of anger, betrayal, and the deep-rooted pain of abandonment.
"Mira, what’s the problem?" he pressed, desperation creeping into his voice.
Was he seriously asking her that? The question hung in the air, heavy with irony, a bitter reminder of everything that had transpired between them.
"No... could you please mind your business for once?" she replied, her tone sharper than she intended, echoing the exact words he had thrown at her that day, words that had haunted her ever since. The memory of their last argument played back in her mind, and she could feel the bitterness rising again.
Zamian stilled, her words hitting him like a slap to the face. Was this how his words had hurt her back then? The realization struck him hard—he had no idea. The silence enveloped them, leaving him speechless, grappling with the weight of her accusation, the truth of her feelings, and the gravity of their situation.