Albert Pov
It's been a month, but her laughter still chimed in my ears. I've never felt insulted so much that I lost the gut to speak. I had no choice but to tell the doctor, not to let her know about the mistake from the hospital. Every day I pray that she loses the child. I have no desire to be part of her life.
...
The sound of someone ambling to my bedroom made my gaze drift towards the door.
"Mr. Cooper." Mr. Jonas walked inside the room.
"You couldn't wait till you get in?"
"I'm sorry, sir. I just got a call from the hospital. Mrs. Eloise wants to be discharged."
What was I supposed to do with this news? It wasn't as if I could make her stay in the hospital.
"Let her be," I responded, rolling my eyes and jerking from the bed.
"But sir, your child?"
"I have no desire to be part of their lives. I need to avoid being part of any infamy, and this mistake seems to be one that will ruin my career. I'm not going to let that happen." I walked to the bathroom and let the water run through my body.
When I clenched my eyes shut, all I could see was her face. Did she think I would make a quip about her baby being mine?
How could I have lost words to defend myself? What was I being considerate about? I even had to tell her I was sorry for her loss. I wish I never did.
This woman has a way of propelling me to lose myself when she is around. I've been gawking her for five years. I assumed her marriage would work out. I've never seen an optimistic tandem. She looked sincere and cheerful, which always made me curious. I thought they would prove me wrong, but like every marriage, theirs ended because of perfidy. Marriage is nothing but a ruse.
When I strutted out of the bathroom, Mr. Jonas was still in my bedroom. With one glance at him, I had no idea of what to do. I entered the closet and picked up a blue suit.
"Sir, I still think you should try your best to speak with her. This could cause a great deal if we leave it."
He was right. Even if I didn't want to be part of her life, I should at least get it straight with her cause if left untended to. I have no idea how much disaster it will cause.
"I will speak with her, but not now. The government has yet to qualify the candidates for the coming election. I need to know if I made it there, without it, then there is no wager with what happened with the star couple."
"Okay, sir, I will make sure to confirm." Mr. Jonas lowered his head and intended to leave.
"The star couple, get her address. Meanwhile, we will need another surrogate to carry my child."
I know the star couple wasn't much of a couple anymore, but still, I questioned if her pregnancy was mine.
...
It was another pleasant day, and all that occupied my mind was the list of approved governorship candidates by the government.
"Ding" The elevator sound pierced my ears, and I felt a ripple of fright through my veins.
I don't know why I feel so nervous. Was it anxiousness from the governorship report?
Just when the elevator closed, Mr. Jonas whispered in my ears.
"I was told Mrs. Eloise resumed work today."
"Her legs are completely healed?" I was shocked. I haven't prepared myself to meet her yet.
"It's been a month already, and you gave her the best treatment."
I frowned at Mr. Jonas. The nerves he has saying that to me. I had no choice but to give her the best treatment. I needed her to recuperate quickly, just for my advantage.
Suddenly my phone rang, and I answered the call. It was a call from senator Weber.
"Mr. Cooper, we made it."
"I'm officially the candidate for the party?" My lips slowly dilated, and the wrinkles of happiness surrounded my eyes.
"Thank you so much for your contribution."
"You are welcome, Mr. Cooper."
I placed the phone in my pants and looked up with my eyes shut. Happy moans escaped my lips. I couldn't stop smiling. I will finally be able to support citizens.
The elevator opened to the sixth floor. My eyes crouched, and my legs were about to stride, but I saw her.
"I am pregnant." I could feel the misery in her voice. Her hands clutched his suit, and the tears in her eyes were plummeting like a cascade. For a moment there, I felt like taking her away, but who am I to obstruct.
"Let go of me, Eloise." Her husband nudged her, and she slumped. Her left heel broke. He shoved—the woman with my child. I clenched my fist as my eyes narrowed further; I took a step closer to him, and I felt the grip of someone.
"Mr. Cooper, please don't interfere." Jonas was right. What was I thinking?
Her gaze was fixed on her husband as she helped herself up.
My eyes drifted to her husband, and he instantly lowered his head.
"Good morning, sir."
I squeezed my lips and slightly bit them in disgust. When I darted at her-she dabbed the tears from her eyes. Her gaze slowly lifted and met my gape.
There were a lot of things I couldn't understand in those eyes. There were so many emotions that made me shudder. A lot of utterances left tacit were written in her eyes. She looked like a jagged crucial paper book, and I yearned to unwrap her and skim those lines of great despair.