![]() She wore really exposing clothes, he noticed, she knew he did but his reactions never exceeded simple glances which could almost be overlooked. He was a strong man who did not seem like one to easily fall into temptations. It proved to be a really difficult thing to do because all her seductions seemed not to be working on Habeeb, her driver. ![]() ![]() Cheating on her husband seemed like a ridiculous idea at first but when his abs£nce became irritating, she gave in to the advice. Though she was still very young, he was definitely older than her, so she would not be a sugar mummy to him or anything like that. Her friend had pointed out her strong and s£×y-looking driver who had been driving her for about two years now. It could only possibly be for one person their driver.īeing away from her husband for months had been more than she could handle, and when she complained to her friend, Bimpe, she had given her a ‘solution’. Pregnant? How can she do this? Her husband had been gone for over four months now, to the United States, establishing a new company there.īecause of the rigor of starting a new company and the necessity to be there to pioneer and kick start this initial stage, her husband had gone to be there personally and had been there for more than four months, so there was no way in this world that this pregnancy could be her husbands. Her son, Alex was taking his nap, and she was glad that he was not down, disturbing her. Bello roamed her sitting room with nerves all over the place. Bello totally ignored the doctor and stood up, leaving the office without a backwards glance. This should be good news, are you not married ma?” the doctor asked, looking from the patient’s pale face to the ring on the left hand. “There… there must be a mistake” she stammered shakily. The news landed like an atomic bomb, rubbing her of her speech. “Congratulations ma, you are three months pregnant”. “My were confirmed” she smiled affectionately. “This is the test result” she gave her a brown envelope. Without wasting time, the doctor declared. The nurse led her back to the doctor’s office where she hastily sat her pale form. “That was fast, are you sure it is ready?” she had turned as pale as sheet. She shook her head, ignoring the question. “The result is out ma, you can go in now” the nurse said. She turned with a shaky smile on her face. She stood up and she turned towards the door to leave, a nurse called her. She could not afford to have her instincts right because only doom was hers if the result of the test proved that she was indeed pregnant. Her brain rotated on whether or not to leave. She had never been so frightened in her life. Katherine Bello sat in the waiting room of the hospital, looking at the ticking hand of the wall clock. Her mistake could not be closing in on her! Not now! Never! And Alex? The pregnancy in Amara’s womb? “OH God, it just can’t be!!!” She rubbed her sweaty palms across her face before burying her head in it. ![]() “Oh my God!” she exclaimed and crumbled onto the bed. Of everyone in the world, it can’t be Amara! It cannot be HER! This had to be a great coincidence, she thought shakily. ![]() No! It can’t be! It just can’t be! She wiped sweats of perspiration off her forehead. She flung her purse onto the bed and started pacing restlessly. She hurriedly entered her personal room and locked the door before the s£nator thought about probing her but he did not seem in a hurry to do that. She did not even know what was scaring her most right now. She had been too obvious in that gathering and, thinking of a logical lie to give her husband when he finally probes her was a major worry. He had been quiet throughout the drive home from Amara’s party, with his gaze outside the window and she knew that he was trying to come up with a logical explanation for her actions in the party. Her brain was in overdrive and being confined in a car with her husband, whose silence was more dangerous than a pointed gun was almost running her insane. Bello exited the discomfort of the car before it even parked fully. ![]()
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