Turning the Tables

I finally conceive after being married for five years. It's then that my junior comes to me, her belly swollen as she tells me she's pregnant with my husband's child. She begs me to let her have the child.

I laugh.

Later, I show my husband a medical report, which clearly indicates he has a secret dysfunction.

Lucille Summers was beautiful. She carried with her an elegance that gave her an ethereal charm. At present, she sat across from me in a white dress. She had no makeup on, and her eyes were rimmed red.

"Penelope, I know that I have wronged you. But the baby is innocent…" she said as she gently caressed her baby bump. She looked ever so pitiful with her reddened eyes.

I used to really like her looks, and I had even taken extra care of her because of her gentle and docile nature. But now, I found her simply revolting. Had we not been in public, I would have splashed my cup of coffee on her face so that she would have a taste of her own medicine.

I suppressed the raging fury within me and kept silent. My mind raced as I slowly stirred my cup of cappuccino.

My husband, Patrick Walker, and I had been married for five years. It was ironic that in the past five years, no matter how hard we had tried, I had never been able to conceive. However, the one time that we did it when he had been drunk two months back, it had done the job.

It was an unexpected surprise that I had just found out about half an hour ago. The ultrasound report from the prenatal checkup was still in my bag, and I hadn't yet had the chance to break the news to Patrick. Lucille, however, had given me an even bigger surprise.

I initially had my suspicions that Patrick was sterile. But now, it seemed that wasn't the case. Instead, it seemed he hadn't been up to the task after exerting himself with Lucille.

Lucille got flustered because of how quiet I was. She put on a pitiable expression again and said, "I didn't want to keep the baby, but the doctor told me that with how weak I am currently, I might never be able to have another child if I abort this baby…"

As she spoke, tears began streaming down her face.

I lifted my gaze to look at her. Holding back the disgust I felt toward her, I handed her a piece of tissue. "How many months along are you? Have you told Pat yet?"

Perhaps she hadn't expected me to be so calm. Lucille paused for a moment before answering, "Pat really loves you, Penelope. I can't be sure he would want to keep the baby if I told him…"

So what she meant to say was that Patrick wasn't aware she was pregnant, and she was here to pressure me into supporting her and her baby?