DAMIEN"Pregnant? You mean Jasmine is pregnant?" He asked with so much enthusiasm. His face was neutral so I couldn't dictate if he was happy or sad. "How did you find out?" I don't know if I should tell him what happened in my office. He might think that I have something to do with her. "Damien, I am listening. Did she tell you or you heard it from someone?" "Her friend called me and told me." "Hmm, but she never mentioned it to me. We were supposed to meet today but she told me that she was on her period, so how come she is pregnant? Jasmine I know will not make such a mistake." I stared at him for a while in shock. "You are even vouching for her. If she can't make the mistake, then why will you make a mistake to release inside her?" My father looked at me in disgust, "Are you asking me that? This is not my first time. I am always careful. I never released inside of her and she knows it." "Maybe you weren't too cautious." "I don't believe you. That friend of hers that gave

SANDRAIt's been a month and a lot has been happening around me. I have almost lost my senses. I have been sick for a while now and I can't tell what has been wrong with me. I have prescribed a lot of drugs for myself but it's not getting any better. My mother keeps telling me that it is because of what I went through at the hands of my kidnapper, that is why I am down, coupled with shock. But it is getting out of hand already. Maybe when I get to the clinic, I will run some tests. I had to carry myself and start preparing for work. I have also lost my appetite. When I wore my clothes, I noticed that I was a little emaciated. I got down the stairs and met my mother eating her breakfast. "Hey hun, won't you join me at the table?" "No Mom, I am late for work," I said, wearing my wristwatch. She walked up to me and touched my neck with the back of her palms. "You are seriously running temperature and you look somewhat emaciated," she said, turning me around. "Mother please, I

SANDRA Am I dreaming? I slapped my cheek to be sure that I was fine. I dipped the second one and it came out the same. I rushed and brought out the packet, I continued till the fifth one and it was the same. I decided to take a lot of water and also eat my dinner. Maybe it will help to regulate but the seventh one came out positive. I locked my room door, lay on my bed, and wept. My pillow was soaked because I was thrown into confusion. I don't know what to do and I can't believe that I made this mistake. The only option left for me was to evacuate the pregnancy. I can't keep it because how do I start? How do I face shame? Whoever knows the reason why I fired my staff, will mock me when they start seeing the baby bump. "Nooo!!!!" I screamed, crying seriously. I was very free to cry because nobody could hear me, my room was bulletproofed so I had my privacy. A lot was speaking to me. Another thing told me to keep the pregnancy and hook it on Armando. If these things didn't ha

CHRIS"Do not walk out on me!" I paused immediately, with my hands in my pocket, I turned around and faced my father. "Dad, why are you being this difficult? I can't keep on forcing her. I never had interest in her, you are the one pushing me into this." "That lady has potential, son." "For crying out loud! This is what you have been saying. She has potentials, she has potentials, and I have asked you what the potentials are but you haven't answered me." "Can't you look inward and see it?" I shook my head because my father was just making things difficult for me. I feel terrible for forcing a lady to marry me. Not that I love her. "Father, if eventually she yields to my pressure, just know that we are going to have problems in the marriage because we don't fit each other." "Don't say that. You both can still love each other as time goes on." I chuckled. I never believed what he was saying to me. I walked out of my house and went to the bar to join my friend. "Chris, you arr

SANDRAIt's been two weeks since I started communicating with Armando and it seems this curfew won't end soon. What do I do now? I don't know if I should inform my mother about this pregnancy before it becomes obvious. On the other hand, I would love to inform Armando about this because I can't keep on hiding it to myself. I need him to also take responsibility. Who do I confide in? I need to talk to someone before I make a mistake. I began to ask myself a series of questions. What if he gets offended? How am I going to handle it? I should say this now before the fetus begins to grow big and by then, I will be left with no option but to carry it. Oh shit! This was never the plan. I picked up my phone but I couldn't even have the courage to dial his number. What the heck is all this? If not for the curfew, I don't think this would have been an issue. I need to see him instead of talking with him over the phone. I concluded that I would have to meet with Damien and at least let