My tears streamed down my cheeks, and I was speechless. I am at a loss for what to do.
When I first saw the photo, I was completely taken aback. It was a woman who was kissed by a man. Cassy is clearly visible in the photo as the woman. Because about half of his face is hidden, it is difficult to tell who the man is, but his clothing is quite familiar to me. I am even familiar with his stance.
I could not take what I was seeing any longer and passed out. I was driven to the University Clinic by Lyka. Our nurse was summoned into the Dean”s office, therefore we could not find a nurse here at the clinic.
Lyka let me lie down on the bed first, then went out to get me some water and food. She told me to take a break and not worry about the photo right away, but I could not help myself from overthinking it.
Despite my heart”s repeated denials that Atlas is not the man in the photograph, my head insists that he is. That is what he was wearing yesterday night when he left the house.
Could Cassy have been the one who called him last night if he went to her condo? Is there any communication between them now? Is he betraying me and making me a fool for the rest of my life?
As much as I think, I feel like my brain is about to explode. My academic stress and my issues with Alessandre are intertwined.
I did not know what to think anymore. I want to believe in him, and I really do, but I cannot help but distrust him.
Cassy is his first and only love. They have been together for a long time. Alessandre is willing to go against his parents for her. I know and have seen how much he loves her, that fact, It terrifies me greatly.
I am frightened that one day he will abandon me and go live with Cassy. I do not want to lose him this time around.
I have already accepted to myself that I love him now that I am aware of it. He was always been the one I have adored. I have been falling on him, head first, since the first moment I saw him. Even though our relationship was strained at the time, he remained my pillar of strength in the face of my sadness. He is my pillar of support.
I attempted to keep my feelings for him hidden. I forced myself to stop myself when I realized that I was gradually becoming in love with him more than a brother. I insisted. God only knows how much I sobbed every night because he disregarded me and spoke horrible things to me.
With a strong shake of my head, I expressed my dissatisfaction with the situation. That is not possible.
Atlas would never be able to harm me again, I knew. We have a pleasant working relationship. We are both content. All I have to do now is put my faith in him.
Yes, Anna, you simply have to trust him. Your partner will not be able to cheat on you.
I took a deep breath and relaxed. I wiped the tears from my tear-streaked cheek. I carefully cleansed my face with the wet wipes that were in my bag. I was not content with simply wiping my face with wet wipes, so I stood up and went inside the clinic”s washroom.
As I felt disoriented for the first time, I tightly closed my eyes and clung to the chair”s jamb.
I sat back in my bed, slowly.
Inhale and exhale slowly.
I closed my eyes for a few moments before opening them again. I was scared that if I opened my eyes again, I would become dizzy. When I get the feeling that my surroundings are whirling, I get nauseated.
Is my anemia resurfacing? Perhaps I had a relapse of low blood pressure. This is how I feel when my blood pressure is low. I will notice that my vision is becoming blurry and that my head is throbbing. My nose bridge hurts as well.
I normally have this when I do not get enough sleep or am stressed, though I have been sleeping a lot lately. Actually, I am drowsy all of the time.
When that happens, I also vomit, which is why I take care of myself since I do not want to feel sick again. I regularly take the vitamins that my doctor has prescribed for me. My experiences of being anemic have left me traumatized.
I am not sure if I forgot to take my vitamins today, but I did not. I recall taking vitamins just before we went, immediately before I walked out the door.
When I opened my eyes again, my vision was clear and I was not dizzy anymore, I sighed a sigh of relief.
I took a few steps forward slowly and carefully. My face is cleansed. Because I cried earlier, my eyes are swollen.
My lips and nose are also flushed.
I took a big breath and exhaled slowly. People who view my face right now will almost certainly realize that I have cried. Tsk, I guess this is why I do not want to cry in public, eh? When I weep, it shows on my face.
I emerged from the restroom and approached Lyka, who appeared to be in distress. I stopped her as she was about to leave the clinic. When I gazed at her, my brow furrowed.
“Anna! Where have you gone, woman?! I have looked everywhere for you and cannot find you!” Lyka growled at me.
Because of the volume of her speech, I clenched my eyes tightly. Because of the volume of her voice, my brain was in excruciating pain.
I clenched my teeth and said, “Lyka, could you please lower your voice?” I am not sure why, but I became irritated with Lyka despite the fact that she did nothing except shout.
It used to be fine with me, and I dealt with her shrillness calmly, and I did not get furious when her comments became more shrill, but now it is different.
I am easily enraged and irritated these days, and I am not sure why. I was simply irritated by anyone, and there was no exception to my annoyance.
“Because I came in earlier and did not see you here, and I thought you could have run into that flirting woman,” she pouted as she looked at me. I noticed how her expression darkened when I mentioned that woman.
“How about you if I fight Cassy, huh?” I asked, raising an eyebrow at her.
Her nasty smirk gradually faded from her lips.
“Of course, if you decide to run and bite the face of your husband”s mistress woman, I should not allow you go alone. As a good best friend of yours for nine years and counting, I will not let you face that bitch woman alone.” Smiling she added while there was a large smile on her lips.
Because of what she stated, I shook my head. Lyka is a complete war nut.
“What? Do not tell me you are going to let what you saw go? Look, Anna, that man kissing Cassy in the picture is your husband, I am certain of it!” she exclaimed. When she noticed her voice had become louder, she quickly clamped his mouth.
“Look, Lyka, I do not want to act without knowing the truth; at the very least, give my husband the benefit of the doubt,” I said.
Because I ca not stop myself from worrying when she says harsh and terrible things about Atlas, and I do not want that.
I am not sure I trust him right now, but I would like to know his reasoning before making a judgment.
“However, Anna…” Lyka was about to say anything when I interrupted her.
“Lyka, please. I know, I can completely recognize him in that image. Even I have questions about that picture, and compared to you, I am the one who is hurting the most. I am barely hanging on Lyka today. I am terrified that my husband may leave me at any moment,” I regretfully remarked.
Lyka was taken aback when she learned about this. As she looks at me, her eyes are filled with pity, which I do not want to see. I am fed up with people pitying me.
“I have learned how to be happy. Finally, after a few years of depression and pain, I have learned how to be happy. That is why I am terrified, Lyka. I am afraid that maybe you are right, that maybe all this time he has beentricking me and he has been with Cassy all along.”
Lyka approached me and took my hands in hers. She motioned for me to take a seat on the bed.
“I am frightened of losing him, Lyka, so even though it hurts, even though I am torn to pieces, I try to understand and trust him because I do not want to lose him to me because I love him, Lyka. I love Alessandre,” I explained as I fought back tears.
I do not want to cry because I am afraid that if I do now, everybody will notice. Lyka”s tears were streaming down her face as she glanced at me.
“Just cry about the agony, Anna; it will help you feel better at least. I do not want anything awful to happen to you if you take the suffering on your own,” she remarked regretfully.
With a sharp shake of my head, I expressed my dissatisfaction with the situation.
“I will be the one to cry for you then,” she said. “When you are hurt and crushed, I will cry for you. You have already cried a lot, so let me cry for you.” As she stared at me, she let her tears run freely.
She hugged me as she drew me closer to her. She smelled as she massaged my back gently.
She whispered to me, “I will always be here for you, Anna. I am just here next to you, ready to sympathize with the anguish you are suffering. I will be your protector. I love you.” I squeezed her even tighter in my arms.
I said enthusiastically, “Thank you, Lyka; you are my angel.” Lyka gave me a nod. We stayed in that position until we were both perfectly calm.
The nurse inquired, “How are you feeling, Mrs. Villareal?” She had just returned from their meeting with Dean and was only now able to look after me.
“I am OK; I was just dizzy earlier,” I replied pleasantly. She gave me a big smile and a nod. She jots down what I say on a scrap of paper.
“Are you also nauseated every morning, and are you frequently dizzy?” the woman inquired.
I then nodded in response to her inquiries. I have been dizzy a lot lately, and I have recently realized that I am vomiting for no apparent cause. I am always in a terrible mood.
“I am often irritated, too,” I confessed, “but why am I in so much pain? Is my illness that serious?”
Lyka pressed her hand against my palm. I was standing next to her, and she was simply silent as she listened to what our University nurse had to say.
“Do not worry,” she assured me, “because if my suspicions are accurate, you should be much happy and celebrating.”
Because of what she stated, my brows furrowed. I was already intrigued by the fact that she would not only tell me what my pain was, but also how long it would last.
“What do you mean, Miss?” I inquired, my voice trembling.
“I believe you are pregnant, Mrs. Villareal,” she says without putting on the brakes.
She gave me a big smile and said something else, but I could not hear it since my brain was acting strangely after I heard what she said.
Because of what she said, I have the appearance of a statue. I could not move, could not hear what she was saying, and could not even think clearly.
I am expecting a child? Is there a child in my womb?
I was not in my right mind when I gently stroked my saggy stomach. Is it possible that my gut contains life? Is it true that I ambexpecting a child?
I recall Atlas and I making love to each other.
When he claims me, he never uses any kind of protection. He does not want to use a condom and wants me raw. It also never occurred to me to take birth control tablets to avoid becoming pregnant.
Is this why I have been irritated for the past few days? I also realized that I had gained a few pounds.
I was under the impression that my weight increase was due to stress. I did not expect my weird behavior to be due to the fact that I was pregnant. Despite the fact that my spouse and I make love frequently, it never occurs to me that I will be pregnant.
“Mrs. Villareal?” said the nurse in front of me, gesturing for my attention. She gave me a surprised look.
“Yes? Are you saying something?” I did not ask her any of my own questions. She gave me a beautiful grin and I noticed she reached into her drawer for something. It was placed in front of me by her.
“What is that?” I inquired, perplexed. One of them is white and rectangular, and it looks like a body thermometer.
I had no choice but to grab for it and stare at it for a long time.
“That is for a pregnancy test, just to make sure my suspicions are true,” the nurse explained, smiling broadly.
I look anxiously to Lyka, who is likewise taken aback by what Lyka has stated.
She turned her glance to me after I touched her on the shoulder.
“Nurse, just wait, okay? I think I am deaf. Are you saying my friend is possibly pregnant? As in, a pregnant lady with a baby in her womb, is that what you are talking about?” Lyka inquired, her face surprised.
The nurse smiled and nodded. She let out a huge sigh as she stared at me in disbelief.
She shouted, “You and Alessandre have been having sex all this time?”
Because of what she shouted loudly, I covered her mouth.
Because of what she said, I covered her mouth. Because of Lyka”s ejaculation, my entire face got red.
Isn”t it self-evident? Is it really necessary for her to yell that?
My face flushed even more as I heard the nurse”s feeble laugh.
Before speaking, I cleared my throat. Because of what Lyka stated, I tried to hide my humiliation.
“How is this used?” I inquire of the nurse, pointing to the white rectangular object she referred to as a pregnancy test.
“All you have to do is collect your urine in a cup and drop the testing stick into the liquid; you will see the result in a minute or two. If there are two red lines, you are definitely pregnant,” the nurse explained gently.
I paid close attention to her instructions. She is already given me all I will require.
As I entered the bathroom, I bit my lower lip. My heart was pounding in my chest. My heart feels like it will pop out of my rib cage at any moment.
I followed the directions on the pregnancy test kit. The beating of my chest made me nervous and almost deafening.
My heart was hammering in my chest. Those two minutes were arguably the longest of my life.
I cautiously opened my closed eyes and peered at the pregnancy twat”s outcome.
Two lines indicate that the woman is expecting a child.
When I saw the pregnancy test result, my entire world came to a halt.
“Two lines…” I replied, my gaze fixed on my hand.
I cannot believe it. In my womb, there is life. I am expecting a child!
Atlas and I are expecting a child!
Now I am in a different mood. Fun, excitement, dread, and tension are all present. My delight is bursting in my heart.
Despite the fact that I have not finished school yet and became pregnant immediately away, I have no regrets.
I have always wanted to be a mother.
Who would have guessed I would fall pregnant at the age of 19, just days before our first wedding anniversary?
When I heard Lyka beating on the bathroom door, I snapped back to reality. I am just able to roll my eyes at her.
Is it really necessary for her to make such a big deal about it? She was eager to learn as much as she could about the outcome.
When I emerged from the bathroom, I was instantly met by Lyka”s hug. She hugged me and then snatched the pregnancy test from my hands.
I shivered at the prospect of putting the tip in my pee, and now Lyka has it in her hands. I tried to take it from her, but she dis not return it to me.
When Lyka saw the two lines on the pregnancy test, she was taken aback.
“Oh my god! You are pregnant?” Lyka said, taken aback. As she stared at me, she could not believe what she was seeing.