BREAKING THE NEWS
"Think whatever you want, Jerol, but the fact is, I am here for the father of my child.
This baby has the right to be with its father, and you of all people know how this baby is, right?" Ellie speaks.
So they are going to use his weakness to push their way into his life? How shameless they be? How insensitive of them?
"This baby might be the only child you will ever have Jerol, so..."
"WRONG!" I bark, scaring the hell out of her and everyone! "You are damn so !" I affirm, standing in front of this bitch.
She needs to stay within her limits and I will put her right there and stick her butt with if possible.
"You shut up because you know nothing, bitch!" Ellie squeals.
"It's you who know absolutely nothing. Explain what you are ranting about Jerol not another child!" I yell back. I am not the type to screech like this, but this is provoking my demons.
How can she use her baby to blackmail Jerol and humiliate him at the same time?
I feel Jerol's grip tightening on my waist, but I don't mind him. He must be wondering I am asking this when I already know the answer.
I'm sorry, Jerol, you are about to get the shock of your life! I am sorry, but I can't and watch someone embarrass you like this witch is doing.
"Didn't you tell your supposed wife that you can't have a child?" Ellie barks, no tinge of concern whatsoever how this will make Jerol feel.
After she drops the bomb, she cocks an eyebrow at me as if that was her most weapon against me and Jerol!
"What!" Mr and Mrs McCall exclaim together, while Jerol clenches to me.
"Son? What..." Mother speaks, but I turn to her, rubbing her shoulder.
"Umh... Mom, Dad, just don't mind this absurd woman! Jerol has no problem at all.
She is just, insane!" I console and snuggle back to my shocked husband.
"Yeah? I have proof because we had to go through the IVF just so I can get pregnant.
He is a deadbeat!"
"Shut the fuck up!" Jerol fumes, sounding enraged.
I hold his hand, squeezing it to calm him down as I turn to Ellie. This whore is just ! He is what? A deadbeat?!
"I also have sufficient proof that my husband is very much okay and capable of someone." I brat out without even minding his parents.
"What proof?" Ellie asks, trembling for the first time. Her face is full of doubts and and disbelief.
"Because I am so pregnant with his child - a baby conceived in the most sweetest way!" I drop my bomb, and she swallows her tongue.
"Lo...ve? Babe? What are you saying?" Jerol implores, turning in front of me to face with disbelief. "Tessa?"
"You heard it right, Jerol! I am pregnant. I am sorry. I didn't mean to tell you this way ..." I am pulled into a tight bear hug, his arms squeezing the life out of me in .
"Tell me you are not lying." He whimpers to ear in a faint beseeching tone.
"No, love. You know that I wouldn't dare to make fun of something so intense. We pregnant, love!" I whisper back, and even I can't help the glee. I am sure my face like the morning sun right now- blinding with brightness.
He pulls away, taking my cheeks to his warm hands as he kisses my forehead. The on his face right now will be registered in my head forever.
"You... You are lying! That can not be true."
We turn around to this doubting she-Thomas! She must be feeling like the real fool she is, and struggling to find all sorts of basis to rescind my statement.
"What do you want, Ellie? A medical report from the doctor? An ultrasound? You can me to a gynaecologist and have all the tests done in your presence! That you will admit that you know nothing about my husband!" I state.
She stares for a brief moment, doubts being the only thing evident on her face, and she wears her usual crown of arrogance back.
"Well, pregnant or not, that is your business! I still have my rights, and my baby does rights too." She fumes.
"Our child does, but you have no rights over me or anything whatsoever, Ellie! As I , I need a DNA sample to confirm that the baby is mine. Once it's proven that I the father, you can be sure that my child will never lack anything." Jerol speaks.
"What about me? We spent years together and I also agreed to go through that long just so I can bear a child for you and fulfil your desires of becoming a father. I ..."
"Nothing!" Jerol cuts her off. "You deserve absolutely nothing from me, Ellie. You go to hell for all I care!" He adds.
"You can't get rid of me Jerol! Not so easily, and not after everything we went ?" She sobs.
"After everything, you chose my brother over me! You made the choice, and now it is to bear the consequences. I am so done with you, Ellie. If not for the possibility it might be my child that you are carrying, I would have thrown you out of my the second you walked in." Jerol affirms.
"You can not get rid of Ellie Monzano that easily, Jerol! I am indispensable!" She .
"I already did, Ellie! I stopped loving you months ago. I have a beautiful wife and a on the way, and even if she wasn't pregnant, you can never be a replacement for . You mean nothing!" Jerol ascertains.
"I will assume that you are elated with the news of having a baby through the natural and that you will come to your senses in the morning. Because you know me,
Jerol. I never lose. I do whatever I so fucking please and in the end, I still get I want." She says in her bitchy tone.
"Sorry, but your theory will not work this time around. You have lost already." Jerol .
"I refuse to lose. We will talk in the morning when you are sober. In the meantime, I be in our bedroom." She starts swaying her hips as if she is in a competition, but
Jerol's next words halt her steps, making her turn around.
"Who said you are staying here?" Jerol queries.
"You said our baby will not miss your presence, right?"
This bitch is so wicked and manipulative, sha! She can use everything to her .
"I can do that no matter where you stay. You don't need to stay here, Ellie." Jerol .
"But I want to stay right where the father to my baby is. I want everyone to see me my baby's daddy everywhere I will go. That is the only way to protect my ." She affirms.
What an autocratic bitch! Where did Jerol even get this one? What captivated him in ? Her arrogance? Her ego?
"What image are you talking about? The one you stained when you started screwing elder brother?" Jerol says.
Elder brother! So, Grego is his elder brother?
"Nobody knows that. And you have no proof to back up your absurd accusations."
She defends.
"Ooh, I do. I did enough investigation and stored the evidence well in case of a like this." Jerol says, and Ellie can not believe her ears.
"What the heck do you mean?" She implores, while her male toy walks to her side.
Jerol's news must have summoned him from his spot.
"I have enough photos and videos that can ruin you both if I leak them out. So, you listen to me and do as I say." Jerol says.
"Whatever you say, I am staying right here if you don't want any trouble with my . He won't take things lightly and neither will I, and you know he won't only you alone!" Ellie says after trading a glance with Grego.
Is she serious? She still has the nerve to throw threats?
"Miss Ellie, I do not think you have the right to threaten us like this. It's not even . You are an adult and you should be able to take responsibilities for your . What you are doing right now is wrong, my child." Father speaks.
"I don't care what you term this as, Mr McCall, but I am stating facts here, and there is wrong with me fighting for my rights." The bitch has answers to every .
And these are the people who are supposed to be her in-laws? The way she is to them sucks!
"You can stay until we get the DNA results. If it turns out positive, then I will get you house, but don't expect me to go anywhere with you. I will assign a chauffeur and nannies to accompany you where you will want to go and keep you company, don't expect me to be there. When the child is born, we sign a shared custody ." Jerol explains.
"You have millions of vacant rooms in this castle. Why bother renting another house for me? I could have rented one for myself if that is what I needed." She fights .
"Then go out and rent one, because you are not needed here. In case you didn't get me first time, I said I would have already kicked your ass out of my house if it weren't this baby you are using as a bridge. Don't think you are so smart, Ellie." Jerol slaps with the truth.
"You will pay for this, Jerol! Wait until my father hears about the humiliation you are me through!"
Ooh, Daddy's baby! I see she is a spoilt brat!
"Go tell your father I will be waiting for him, as long as he doesn't touch my wife, or parents. Because if he does, heaven knows what I will do." Jerol warns, then he . "And if you are done with your cheap threats, find yourself a guest room, but 't even try setting foot in my bedroom or my study, and neither the gym. Got ?"
"You will pay for this." She spits as she walks upstairs.
"And you!" Jerol turns to Grego. "You better get the fuck out of my house and never your face to me again if you want your bones to remain intact!"
"And not into my house, Grego!" Mr McCall adds. "Once again, you have me. Don't show your face to me until you mend your ways."
"That's..." Mother starts, but Father raises his hand to stop her which she obeys.
"As always, I am always the bad guy, and he is a saint. I didn't expect anything less."
Grego scoffs as he marches out.
"Grego! My son?" Mrs McCall calls as she goes after his furious son.
"I think you two have a lot to talk about." Father says to us.
"Sure. Sorry for this." Jerol says.
"It's alright, son. I trust you will handle the situation well. If you need me, just tell me, ." He says to his son.
"Thanks, Dad. Take care." Jerol says as they hug goodbye.
"My daughter, be strong, okay? Ooh, and," he snaps, "congratulations on the . I can't wait to be a grandpa." He bubbly adds.
"Thank you, Father." Jerol and I chorus together.
"Alright. You two be careful. I don't mean to scare you but, these politicians can do to get what they want. Jerol, protect her, okay?"
"I will. Don't you worry, Father. I will take care of this." Jerol assures him.
"You have my full trust, son. See you guys." He says and walks out, while I turn to
Jerol.
"Don't say anything, okay?"
"How can I not when there are a million things to say." I say.
"I want to cuddle my wife and our baby together and sleep over this nightmare. Will give me that chance, love? I will figure this out tomorrow. Please?" He pleads.
And how can I deny him that happiness and peace?
"Okay, love." I respond, and he scoops me in his arms, carrying me to our room.