I didn't tell him anything about the pregnancy or the termination of it. I applied leave from work for the entire week to allow myself to take a chill pill and enjoy a moment of solitary. That Monday morning, I drove to the women's clinic after dropping the kids at school. I had an appointment with my gynae to check if I was really pregnant. I even scheduled for an abortion in case I was actually pregnant- that five days leave was to give my body the time to recover. I've thought about it. Long and hard. There is no way I'm going to proceed with the pregnancy on my own. I've had two beautiful boys, I don't need another kid in my life. I remember how exhausted I was taking care of the boys when they were small. Dean left for work a lot so I was all alone, tackling everything on my own. I am 32 now, I'm not going to live like that again. It's time for me to finally enjoy my life. Apparently I enjoyed myself too much that this accident happened. "When did you take your first pill?"

After spending three hours with Emma and Mum, I head back home to shower and change into my usual oversized t-shirt with a pair of leggings. I've been contemplating since yesterday's meeting either to go to Maison de Verdue or just stay at home since I feel too embarrassed that he found out about the lie. But when it's five minutes to 7, I somehow freak out at the realisation that I need to see him instead of hiding myself at home. What if he's waiting for me? So I quickly change into a proper outfit before leaving the house in a hurry. I anticipate the traffic is bad due to the rush hour but I leave anyway with Benji despite the clock already showing 7.15pm. He must be furious I've lied to him for eleven weeks now. Heck, he was so mad when I was forty minutes late during the first meeting, of course he'd slay a dragon knowing the fact he's been played for almost three months. "Mr Sinclair?" I call him when the house is so quiet despite it being 8.20 pm. He isn't home yet? I was

It's been a month since I left Maison de Verdue. That Sunday afternoon I left in a hurry without packing my stuff I bet he has already hired a maid to throw all of them considering how heated our conversation was. Also, because he'll need that room for his new baby. I gag remembering his sick hobby. Sleeping with teenagers who are twenty years younger than him, what kind of fetish is that? Is he a pedofile? Because he sure sounds like one from the age gap. "You haven't pooped today?" Mikey asks in his usual mocking tone when I was raiding the refrigerator. All of us are at my parent's place today to celebrate their anniversary. "Why do you care?" I close the fridge, mouth munching my favourite fish cracker. "You look bloated." He gives me a judging look."Are you calling me fat?" I snarl at him when Hannah and Jill start to shake their head hearing our bickering. But Abby who's sitting next to them has widened her eyes, gaping at me like a fish in the aquarium. "I'll send you t

"We don't have to fight all the time, you know." He tucks me back in after putting the empty plate on the bedside table. Two days after the confrontation, he texted me to remind me again about letting him know the date of my abortion procedure. I was still contemplating if I should keep the baby but receiving that message seems like a hint from him that he'd rather I terminate the pregnancy. So I sent him a message before I left the house that morning for my appoinment with Dr Freida. He was already at the clinic the moment I arrived there. The clinic is only ten minutes away from his place, no wonder he got there so fast. But I honestly didn't think he'd read the text since most Saturday mornings we always sleep in from the labor we did on Friday nights. I thought he won't see the text I sent since it was only 8 in the morning.He stayed with me the entire time we did the ultrasound; I was already twelve weeks by then. Again, Dr Freida printed the ultrasound pictures before proc

"Why are we dressing up? Where are we going?" I ask him when we are on our way to the elevator. Instead of leaving in twenty minutes, we actually step out of the house forty minutes later. Thanks to yours truly and her need to do the hair and make up. "Are those two of the ten questions?" He holds the door for me as I get myself inside the box. I scoff, "Obviously not.""Then I'm not telling." He looks at me smugly, already standing next to me as the elevator closes its door and brings us to the basement parking. "Fine, I'll know sooner or later." I cross my hands on the chest, turning my eyes forward. I'm wearing the outfit he picked out for me- the cute flowy baby blue dress. And yes, the same sparkly matching set lingerie too. I've gotta say he indeed has good pair of eyes when it comes to styling. I curled my hair and let it loose, then proceed with putting on some light make up. I wanted to do my eyes but he was already shouting from downstairs so I settled with only the bl