Chapter 3 Three

Since I met Dr Jenny, this was the most disorienting I've seen her. I've been sitting in her office for the past forty-five minutes, but not for once had she given me her attention.

Probably, there's an emergency, I told myself as I patiently sat down in her office, watching her as she walked in and out, muttering apologies. Unable to bear it anymore, I decided to stop her when she next came into the office.

I have my own problem and it is also an emergency. If I don't get rid of the implant now, I might be considering an abortion later which is not one of my style.

I would have kept the baby, but the thought of carrying Andrew's child after discovering his evil intention disgusted me. Andrew wasn't worth my time or my energy, he wasn't worth the baby either.

According to them, this child was my ticket to freedom, which I don't really understand yet, but Andrew's child can never be my way to freedom. Instead, carrying his child will only land me in the deepest part of hell.

The door of the office clicked, signaling Dr. Jenny's present for the fifth time in fifty minutes. Unable to hold it in anymore, I turned to her. "Dr Jenny, what's going on? Is there some sort of emergency?" I asked her, my head turning as she moved to her seat in front of me.

"Mirabella, we have a problem," she said, her voice low and soft.

"We?" I repeated, confusion laced in my voice.

"Yes," she said, nodding her head. "You are also a partaker in what is going on right now," she said, confusing me more.

My heart began to race in my ribcage. What have I gotten myself into? Will I get into trouble for having a secret insemination in this hospital? Who will save me now? Then I remembered Andrew's words; I was on my own if anything went wrong.

"Mirabella, breathe!" I heard Dr Jenny's voice after she tapped me on my shoulder.

I didn't even know she was already beside me. I didn't know I wasn't even breathing. I don't even know what I've gotten myself into.

"What's the problem?" I mustered the courage to ask. "What have I gotten myself into?" "Is it some kind of illegal deal? Is your hospital not government-approved?" I rambled as fear tightened its fingers around my throat.

"Calm down, Mirabella," Dr. Jenny said, holding me by my shoulders.

I wiggled out of her grip, getting out of the chair immediately. Calming down is the last thing I need right now. I have my own problem, and she wants to add in another one for me.

"This hospital is legal and government-approved. You don't have to worry about that," said Dr. Jenny, her eyes remained on mine, silently pleading with me.

"So what is the problem?" I asked, raising my voice.

"The insemination you had is a problem," she dropped the bombshell on me.

"The insemination?" I repeated, frowning as confusion washed over me again.

"The sperm planted in you wasn't your husband's. Incidentally, we had it mixed up," she confessed, causing me to stumble backwards.

Before I could land on the floor, Dr. Jenny caught me up and held me up. I think I heard the wrong thing. Or she said the wrong thing. How did she end up putting another man's sperm inside me? What the heck was she thinking?

"Mirabella, the insemination wouldn't have been a big deal if the owner of the sperm was an easy person," she started, but I interrupted her.

"The owner of the sperm? I don't give a fuck about him," I blurted out as I released myself from her hands.

"You have to be concerned, Mirabella. You actually give a thousand fuck if you know who we are talking about here," she said.

"Are you trying to cut my wound deeper? Dr Jenny, I am a married woman. I am married to one of the famous families in this city. How do you think my family would react if they heard that I was carrying another man's child?" I demanded, trying to control my anger.

All she did was stare at me with her gentle eyes. Her eyes have no effect on me in this situation. "I'm having the implant terminated," I announced.

"No, you can't," she replied immediately.

"Yes, I can, and you will do the termination yourself," I said firmly.

Thinking about it now, it was as if the universe was on my side. I wanted a termination, the universe gave it to me without making me explain myself to her.

"I'm sorry, Mirabella, but I can't do the termination for you. You can't even do a termination without Mr Harrison's permission," she dropped the news on me.

"Harrison? Harrison Harrison? I asked, trying to control the shock that had threatened to envelop me.

"Martin Harrison is the owner of the sperm planted inside you."

Her words hit me like a heavy wave of cold water. I'm in trouble, big trouble. How did I go from frying pan to fire? How did I end up in a big mess like this?

Martin Harrison, the last person I wanted to encounter in my entire life. Martin Harrison, the infamous Mafia Don. The most ruthless and cold-blooded man in the entire city.

Andrew's family wouldn't save me from this. In fact, my father couldn't save me from this mess. I have to do something before I get caught up in deeper shit than this one.

"Dr Jenny, listen to me," I said, grabbing her by her arms. My eyes bore into her with intense fear as I poured out my words. "We could do it without Martin knowing about it. We will terminate the implant and no one will know we did. You can give him another sperm in place of his," I rapped as fast as I could, my whole body trembling with fear.

"I wish it was as easy as that," she said, shaking her head. "We can't do anything because we don't have the power to do anything," she added.

"What do you mean we don't have the power? It is my body and I don't want to carry his baby. It was an honest mistake from your side too," I told her.

"This mistake will cost both of us everything when Mr Harrison gets here," she said.

"Martin is coming here!" I screamed, letting go of her arms. "Why did you invite him? We could have settled this quietly," I said, this time, lowering my voice.

I'm completely doomed. Like I am completely finished. Martin can't meet me here. I have to look for another solution since Dr Jenny has refused to work with me.

I pulled myself together, gathering my thoughts on the best thing to do. The first thing on my mind was to leave before Martin got here. I grabbed my bag from the chair with the intention of running away, but my attentions were mere dreams when the door to Dr Jenny's office opened.

My bag fell from my hand as I stood face-to-face with Martin Harrison's angry face. If looks could kill, both Dr Jenny and I would be lying in our own blood now.