Chapter 5 A child of Deceit

Jessica's Pov

Now that my daughter is married, I feel a deep sense of fulfillment and happiness within me. But my journey to becoming a mother was not an easy one. After my marriage, I struggled to conceive for about four years. Despite trying everything, I couldn't seem to get pregnant.

Desperate for a solution, I turned to my mother for help. She advised me to seek medical attention, and I did. The diagnosis was devastating: I was told that I couldn't conceive again due to the many abortions I had during my college days. I was shocked and heartbroken. I had never imagined that my past mistakes would come back to haunt me in such a way.

I went back to my mother, tears streaming down my face, and explained everything to her. "Jessica, your marriage is finished," she said, her voice laced with concern.

But I refused to give up. "No, Mother, he loves me," I said, trying to sound convincing.

Just then, Nathaniel walked in. She was my mother's friend's daughter, and since her parents' death in a tragic car accident, my mother had taken her under her wing. I had grown up thinking of her as a younger sister.

"I couldn't help but overhear your conversation," Nathaniel said, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.

My mother scolded her, "Don't tell me you've been eavesdropping on our conversation."

But Nathaniel defended herself, "Not exactly, but I did catch a few snippets when I walked by. And I think I might have a suggestion."

I was skeptical, but my mother encouraged her to speak up. "What's your plan?" I asked.

Nathaniel hesitated for a moment before speaking. "I think you should consider adoption."

But I was adamant. "No, Nathaniel, that's impossible. I don't want my husband to know about this at all."

My mother chimed in, "Nathaniel, you don't have any good suggestions. You're just curious about our conversation."

But Nathaniel insisted, "No, Mother, I'm trying to help."

The conversation ended with Nathaniel storming off, but I couldn't shake off her words. I kept thinking about what she had said, and suddenly, an idea struck me. I went back to Nathaniel, making sure my mother was nowhere around.

"Nathaniel, I need an ultimate sacrifice from you," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

"What is it?" she asked, her eyes narrowing with suspicion.

I took a deep breath before speaking. "I want you to bear me a child, a child that I can call my own."

Nathaniel's expression changed, and she looked at me with horror. "I can never do such a thing. I can never sleep with your husband," she said, her voice firm.

I quickly reassured her, "No, Nathaniel, not in that way. I just need your help to have a child."

"I will contact a sperm donor, and they will insert it into your body until the egg grows and develops in your womb into a baby," I explained to Nathaniel.

She looked at me with concern. "Ha! That's risky, Jessica," she said.

I tried to reassure her. "I promise to pay you," I said.

But Nathaniel was hesitant. "No, I can't do it. And even if I accepted, your husband would still find out," she said.

I was determined to convince her. "Nathaniel, I'll just tell my husband that I'm pregnant with his child, and I'm sure he'll never suspect a thing," I said.

Nathaniel looked skeptical. "How is that possible?" she asked.

I just smiled. "Don't worry about it," I said.

Eventually, Nathaniel agreed to help me. At the hospital, I had already planned with our family doctor, and he promised to help us without informing my husband.

"Nathaniel, I don't want my mother to know about this plan," I said.

Nathaniel looked at me curiously. "How do you plan to keep it a secret from her?" she asked.

I just smiled. "I know what to do," I said.

The plan was carried out as usual, and Nathaniel gave birth to a beautiful baby girl whom I named Emily. However, breastfeeding became a challenge, so I lied to my husband, telling him that I needed a nanny to assist me, and Nathaniel was hired.

Nathaniel would breastfeed Emily whenever my husband was not around. She took care of Emily whenever I was not around, and this arrangement continued until Emily was two years old, when a shocking incident occurred.

I discovered that Nathaniel had been feeling dizzy and sleepy. I advised her to go for a medical checkup, but she insisted that it was just a normal fever. It wasn't until she started experiencing continuous vomiting that I forced her to go to the hospital.

At the hospital, the doctor discovered that Nathaniel was a month pregnant. I was furious and felt betrayed. I couldn't believe that Nathaniel could do this to me.

When my husband returned, I accused him of impregnating our nanny, and he pleaded with me to forgive and forget. But his words only made me angrier, and I was left speechless.

That same night, I threw Nathaniel out of our house. Ever since then, I haven't heard from her, and neither has my mother.

Ever since Nathaniel disappeared, my husband's health began to deteriorate. At first, I didn't think much of it, but as his condition worsened with each passing day, I started to get concerned. Despite my growing unease, I never expected the worst to happen. Then, one fateful day, he passed away, leaving me in a state of shock and grief.

After his death, I took charge of his property, as none of his family members seemed interested in his wealth. As the only son of his parents, he had inherited a vast fortune. His younger sister was married to one of the wealthiest billionaires in the country, and it seemed they had their own lives to worry about.

As for Emily, she had no idea that I wasn't her biological mother. I had kept the truth hidden from her, and she had grown up thinking I was her real mother. But deep down, I couldn't shake off the feeling that one day, the truth would come to light. A nagging voice in my head kept whispering, "The real child will locate their home." I tried to push the thought away, but it lingered, filling me with a sense of unease and foreboding.