Dana
I felt queasy almost the entire trip back home. My assistant drove me home so I could rest.
"Miss Dana," my assistant said. She looked at me through the rearview mirror of the car.
"Yes?" I replied.
"I don't mean to be intrusive, but have you had your period?"
The question took aback me.
"Excuse me?"
"You missed your medical check-up, miss. You had an appointment with the doctor three weeks ago. And you haven't attended. You've been feeling unwell almost every day for weeks."
My heart began to beat rapidly. I hadn't even noticed.
My menstrual cycle wasn't regular, so I never worried about it. But with my assistant's words, something stirred within me. No, my period hadn't arrived yet, and it should have by now.
I didn't reply and looked away.
He parked at home, and I got out of the car, feeling too dizzy. I took a deep breath and tried to compose myself. My assistant left, and I walked towards the house.
My husband said he had a meeting with businessmen at another company, but I noticed his car parked outside the house. I didn't see anyone in the living room. I went upstairs to my room.
I needed to rest and buy a pregnancy test. I always wanted to be a mother, but I didn't feel ready to take that big step yet.
I stood halfway up the stairs when I heard a woman's voice upstairs. Also I heard the voice of Demian, my husband. I furrowed my brows. This didn't make sense.
Why would Demian be with a woman upstairs?
I slowly climbed the stairs so they wouldn't hear me. The voices were coming from our bedroom. The first thing that crossed my mind was that Demian was cheating on me with someone else. It was the most logical answer. But it couldn't be possible. He would never do something like that to me. Demian loved me.
Fearfully, I walked towards our room and opened the door abruptly. I was met with another unwelcome surprise as I discovered my husband kissing another woman. My heart shattered into a thousand pieces. I felt like I was living in a nightmare. Three years of marriage. For what? For this?
Demian was surprised to see me, but he remained calm.
The woman had her back turned, so I couldn't see who it was until she turned around. It was Rachel.
My older sister.
I covered my mouth. I felt so disgusted. Tears streamed down my cheeks. My hands trembled, and so did my legs. I begged for this to be a nightmare. My husband cheated on me with my sister!
She and I never had a great sisterly relationship. But I never thought she would be capable of this. Rachel enjoyed the scene. I didn't matter to her. She enjoyed seeing my pain. I looked at Demian. I noticed the top buttons of his shirt were undone. If I hadn't arrived in time, they would have slept together.
"But how is this possible?!" I screamed. The pain in my chest made it hard to breathe.
"It's better if you leave now. So I can talk to Dana," Demian said to Rachel.
"Yes, dear," she smiled.
Dear? Did he call her dear? The damn shameless woman was enjoying what was happening. She did it on purpose.
"No! You're not going anywhere!" I stood in her way. "How could you, Rachel? You're my older sister! He's my husband!"
"I'm your stepsister. We're not blood sisters. I don't owe you respect, Dana. Besides, you're the one who stole Demian from me. You started this game."
But what?
I didn't understand what she said.
Did I steal him from her? Were they together before?
"Let her go, Dana. This matter is between you and me," Demian's tone was neutral.
Tears kept streaming from my eyes. I felt nauseous about what had happened.
Rachel walked past me. I wanted to stop her and hit her for betraying me. I never thought my sister and my husband would betray me like this. What did I do to them?
"Demian? After three years of marriage? Is this how you repay me? I would never have done something like this to you!"
Demian looked at me coldly.
Why was he looking at me as if I had done something wrong?
Everything was starting to make sense. Now I understand why I felt Demian was acting strange a couple of weeks ago. Whenever I asked him, he said it was because he was tired from work. But he started coming home late and leaving early in the mornings. I was a fool. I never doubted him because Demian showed me love, affection, and understanding. But weeks ago, the Demian I knew ceased to exist. I don't think I ever knew him.
He remained silent as if Demian were thinking about what to say to me.
"Speak!" I demanded.
I felt like I was going to pass out at any moment.
"I'm your Luna, Demian! You've betrayed me!"
"And you? You're no saint, Dana! I know what you did!"
I didn't understand his words.
"What are you talking about?"
"Don't pretend you don't know! You forced your sister not to tell me that her child is mine. Over three years ago, I dated your sister. She was my girlfriend. We were in love. But everything was ruined when you forced her to leave me. Rachel told you she was pregnant, and you threatened her. You forced her to break up with me! The child she has is mine."
I opened my eyes in shock.
Rachel was a liar! I never did that! I didn't even know they were together. Demian never mentioned it to me.
A child? Was my nephew Demian's son?
My head started spinning.
Oh, my God. This couldn't be happening to me.
"I don't know what she told you, but she's lying to you, Demian! You can't trust her! She's a liar."
"Don't talk about her like that!" he defended her. "I'm in love with Rachel. I don't love you, Dana."
I passed out.
Dana When I woke up, I realized I was in my room. I had a horrible feeling upon waking up. I remember having a terrible nightmare about my marriage: my nephew was Demian's son. My husband cheated on me with my stepsister. I saw Demian standing at the foot of the bed. He was looking at me intently. There was something strange in his gaze. I noticed coldness, and I felt puzzled. Then, I remembered everything: My dream was not a dream. It was real. Demian did cheat on me with my stepsister, and she claimed that her son was Demian's. I hurriedly got out of bed. I suddenly felt dizzy and had to sit down again. My eyes searched for Demian's to judge him for his actions. "You!" I pointed at him. "I don't think it's time for us to have this discussion, Dana." "And when will it be the time?! You said you don't love me. You love her, and you've cheated on me with my stepsister in my own house!" "Soon, this won't be your house, Dana," he confessed. I looked at him attentively. Could he.
Dana I looked at the doctor. "Tell me what's going on with me. Am I sick?" "I wouldn't call it that, Dana," she sat beside me and handed me a paper with medical results, "Did you know you're pregnant?" I opened my eyes wide. My heart pounded hard against my chest. I couldn't believe it. Pregnant? For a moment I thought about it, but I didn't think my assistant was right. I got pregnant, and I had just divorced the father of my children. This was a nightmare. I was afraid of being a mother. I didn't feel ready. But something inside me changed when my doctor showed me my baby on a screen. It was a tiny spot inside me. "This is a baby," she pointed out. "It's so... small." My emotions were all over the place. I felt excited, sad, desperate, and scared. A baby is a huge responsibility, and I was afraid I wouldn't be a good mother to my child. I dreamed of starting a family in the future but with Demian. And an hour ago, he left me for my stepsister. Tears escaped my eyes. "You
Dana Demian turned around, waiting for me to say something. He crossed his arms. "What? What do you have to tell me?" I almost told him the truth, but something inside me screamed that it wasn't right. Something inside me begged me not to. So I remained silent and looked at him. Immediately, I felt guilty because I couldn't keep hiding from Demian that we were going to be parents together. I couldn't carry that weight for the rest of my life. But maybe the time to talk wasn't then. We were both angry with each other. We shot daggers with our eyes. We felt resentment. Each of us had our own reasons, but we agreed that we didn't like each other. He looked at me impatiently. "Are you going to speak or should I leave?" "Leave," I requested. "I have nothing to say to you," I finished and turned around. I went back to bed. Demian scanned me with his eyes and sighed. He looked so handsome. I wanted to run and hug him. My heart couldn't understand why he did what he did. Why did he do
Dana Her words dumbfounded me. "Are you capable of threatening me with death? What happened to you, Rachel?" "I can kill you. I don't want you to get in my way or Demian's. We will start a family and get married." Married? Did he already propose to her? I felt a pang in my heart. I didn't want Demian to marry her. He was the love of my life. I thought of Rachel's son. The three-year-old boy. "Have you understood, Dana?" She pulled my hair harder. I groaned in pain and let out a scream. "Yes! I understood! Let me go!" Rachel let go of me abruptly. I felt humiliated by her. "You better keep your promise. Don't make me shoot you. You have no idea what I'm capable of," Rachel reminded me. After all this, I think I did realize what Rachel was capable of. Rachel gave me a superior smile and turned around to leave. Maybe it wasn't a good idea to ask her questions, but the doubt was killing me. I needed to know. Could she lie to Demian about the paternity of her child? "Is it tru
Dana I picked up the bags with my belongings and got up from the floor. Rachel's gaze was still fixed on me. I wanted to say so many things to her, but I had to swallow my words. If she truly got enraged, Rachel wouldn't hesitate to hit me or harm me. Her crazy look made that clear. I almost ran to the door with tears in my eyes. I was tired of the injustice that permeated my life. I had to go to the hospital to get checked because I was afraid for my babies. Fortunately, everything was fine, but they wanted to admit me for a day to make sure. I had to refuse, even though I knew it was the right thing to do. If I didn't leave, Rachel would kill me. I had to buy a suitcase for the trip and went to see my mother. She had no idea what had happened in my life, and I didn't plan to tell her the truth. Mom would have a heart attack and would go to kill Demian if she found out. Mom suffered too much when my father left her for Rachel's mother. I decided to take the example my mother ga
DanaI entered a bar. I saw they were looking for someone to work serving drinks. I was never good with drinks since I wasn't used to drinking, so I had no idea about the types of alcohol or how to prepare them. However, I wanted to have a job. I needed it. A girl attended to me. "We haven't opened yet, dear," she kindly informed me. "I didn't come to drink anything. I came to look for a job. I saw the sign at the entrance and wanted to try my luck here." "Do you have experience with drinks?" "No," I made a face. "Then, I don't think you'd be suitable for the job. They're looking for a bartender. Besides, the boss wants to hire a man." I felt disappointed. I knew my job search had just begun, but I felt desperate. The money I had saved wouldn't last me a lifetime. Demian took everything from me. "Is there someone I can talk to? I'm not an expert in drinks, but I learn fast. Please, I need a chance." The girl made a face. "I'm sorry, but I'm not the bar owner, so I can't make
Demian Leaving Dana has been a very tough decision, but I was forced to do it after finding out what she did. After what Rachel told me about my wife, I was surprised by the woman I had married. I never thought Dana would be capable of keeping me away from our three-year-old son and threatening her stepsister. But that's what she did. So, I had to decide to leave her and found solace in Rachel's arms when I found out her son was also mine. When I saw Rachel's pain over what happened, I was deeply moved. I decided to protect her. Before I knew it, I had fallen in love with Rachel again and found myself in a secret relationship. I didn't like being cruel to people; I've been tough and treated Dana coldly with my actions. My hurting heart couldn't act any other way. It's been two months since Dana and I parted ways, and I haven't stopped thinking about the day I rejected my ex-wife. I don't understand why Dana didn't beg me to stay with her. Why did she agree to leave without asking f
Dana Two months have passed since Demian and I divorced. My belly was growing naturally, and the thought of someone finding out terrified me. The idea of Demian finding out through Jeremy terrified me. Jeremy and I had grown closer, but I still didn't feel completely trusting of him. Jeremy swore he was no longer friends with Demian, but I couldn't believe him. The person I trusted the most was Demian, and he betrayed me with my stepsister. Why would I believe Jeremy? Yet, he was so kind to me. Since I was hired at the cafe thanks to him Jeremy hadn't left the city. I knew he had too much work in the city where he currently resided, but Jeremy refused to leave because he wanted to be near me. There was a knock on my apartment door. It was Jeremy. I smiled at him. "And those roses?" I asked, seeing him with a bouquet. "They're for you," he offered them. "I know you like roses. I saw them on my way and felt like buying them for you. Plus, they'll serve for what I have to tell you.