Theresa's saving grace

Chapter one.

(I am innocent)

The physician's face twisted in outrage, glaring at Harley and me. He wasn't just any doctor-someone we've known to be practically our family doctor. "Mr Babylon, we need to talk." He squeezed his face vigorously. "Mrs Babylon, if you don't mind you can excuse us." He ushered me out of his office. Embarrassed, I left. Our daughter Harley, is physiologically challenged. What could he have observed that his hiding from me?

"Or is there anything the physician is hiding from me?" I am Harley's mother, I ought to know everything about her.

I heard a few hushed words from the office, "Eight year old Harley Babylon is........" It doesn't seem to echo anymore. My heart raced like wild fire, hearing my heart beats.

A few minutes later, Richard pushed Harley's wheelchair out of the office.

"Let's go," he said coldly. His voice was unfamiliar-detached and void of warmth.

He didn't open the car door for me like he always did. Instead, he drove silently, passing the restaurant we had planned to visit without a word. His gaze was locked straight ahead, his face darkened by a deep scowl.

He no longer shows Harley affection as he does. We planned on visiting a restaurant after our daughter's checkup, he drove pass the restaurant without saying anything. His gazed was fixed at straight motion, strong–wild frowned face.

When we arrived home, Harley had to roll her wheels right on the floor. She could also read the facial expression in her father's face. He pulled my hand harshly and pushed me into the floor.

Richard was holding an envelope. "What is in the envelope is unknown to me." He tossed the envelope on the bed.

"What's this Theresa? So you are this wicked. How could you?" He voice was as thick as bass.

"What's all these?" I yanked the sheet out

of the envelope. My hands were shaking as I read through the doctor's report. "How could this possibly be?" I wept. "Richard please we can fix this, Harley is your child." I held his leg as I pleaded.

He bit his lips to draw his emotions. "Your tears won't solve anything." He sat in the sofa next to our bed.

"I ...I know nothing about all these drama." I stuttered a few words. "Harley is our child. Maybe we should try another DNA test in another hospital."

"Leave me Theresa!" He banged his hand on the wall out in frustration and anger. "She is a bastard." He said breathing heavily.

"Something somewhere is wrong. You met me as a virgin. No man ever slept with me. This is traumatizing to Harley. She's still a child."

"Nothing somewhere is wrong. I don't care any longer if it traumatize her or not." Richard pointed at our daughter. "You know what Theresa? Just pack your bags, including your daughter's own and leave my house! Both of you should leave my house!" He gave a command. "After that, i want a divorce!"

"You want a divorce?" I grabbed his hands shaking him. After eight years of our marriage? How could you possibly believe this?" I gazed at him in disbelief. "Please don't be heartless. Take a pity on Harley and our unborn child." I pleaded.

"A pity? Like you mean a pity?" Richard raised a brow. "Did you for a second take a pity on me? I am your husband, I treated you well, I took you as my wife and everything. Is this how you pay me?"

"Richardson, wait a minute. We can fix this."

"I will soldier on. I am done with you man. There's a great possibility your onborn child might not be mine." He hi–jacked his hand from mine and walked out of my sight with emotions. Harley kept looking at Richard and I while the conversation was going on.

"Mommy, what's happening?" She tapped my shoulders. I am dumbfounded and don't know what to tell her.

"Harley everything will be fine very soon." I tucked her bang and pressed my lips on her forehead. "Dad is just being angry."

"I heard dad saying I am a bastard. He has being the best dad ever. I don't understand why Daddy change all of a sudden." She rubbed her eyes vigorously.

"Don't worry everything is gonna be fine." I ran my hand though her hair.

I sat in the bed in disbelief thinking of how our beautiful marriage just ended in a second. Fear filled my heart as the physician ushered me out. Surely, there's a mix up somewhere. His ex girlfriend–delilah could possibly have her hands in this matter.

She's been after Richard for a while, the DNA was swapped. My vision blurred as tears stung my eyes. I grabbed Harley, and gave her a tight hug. After summoning up courage, I grabbed one of Richard's car keys, heading to another hospital.

I knew quite well the child is Richard's. I want his ex girlfriend to be exposed she must have paid the lab woman to swap the tests. I alighted at another hospital–Annoiting hospital. Thoughts of what happened still baffles me.

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" Madam , our physio therapist is not around." The nurse said as she set her eyes on Harley.

"I want a DNA test."

"A DNA. Well our lab man is not around, so you have to come back tomorrow. He is not around today. I am sorry to say that." She moved on.

I felt downcasted. I will have to wait till tomorrow. "What will be his reaction if he finds me in that house?" My thoughts.

"Arghh!" I slapped my forehead.

"What are we going to do mommy?" Harley asked.

I unlocked my phone password and sent a text to Richardson.

"[Hey sweetie! I am home, even though I am not just to see his reaction. I promise, we will fix this]." His WhatsApp status displayed online. Minutes after, no reply.

An hour after, I laid in the couch, touching Harley with affection. I gazed at her in pity of how her life will look like after this incident. Richardson finally replied. A text popped up.

"[I will send the divorce papers soon. Sign it ASAP. I don't want you in my life anymore]." He exclaimed. On his status I saw his post with Delilah. Romantic position. This is not a new snap. So

Richardson and his ex as re united.

That means he is cheating on me with his ex.

"Oh my God! I can't with stand it."

I continued to gaze at poor Harley.

Finally I realized, I it's high time I come to reality and leave room for decite.

"Richardson is not a good husband and father. I am sorry poor little Harley and my unborn kid, I will have to separate you and your dad.