005 Pregnancy test result
964 Words
Bill's Pov.
Tiffany looked like her heart was ripped apart by some heartless monster.
And I'm supposed to be that monster!
I know I promised never to let her tears get to me but then her uncontrollable sobbing was beginning to somewhat melt my stone heart.
But quickly I replaced that feeling with a sardonic smile, shoving away whatever pity that was starting to brew within me.
I'm putting up this front to get her to sign the damn divorce paper and get the fuckk out of my life.
This was definitely not the time to get sentimental. My mind taunted venomously.
Looking at Sheila, she seemed to be enjoying the show, enjoying watching her sister being humiliated.
Noticing Tiffany zoned out for a moment, I yelled at her immediately. Why are you still standing there, sign the damn divorce papers and get the fuckk out of my life, you whoree!" I sneered angrily, which seemed to bring her back to reality.
I let out a few deep breaths as I watched Tiffany sign the divorce paper and drag out her box which I rolled over to her.
That's it, it's done!
That knowing feeling washed over me instantly, Yes! Freedom, at last, I breathed inwardly.
Sheila walked up to me, still wrapped up in the bedsheet, she snaked her arms around my waist and whispered. "So, where were we?"
I turned vehemently and glared at her, unable to hide the anger seething inside me, making her withdraw sharply from me.
I know her tactics all too well.
What was she thinking? That I would have anything to do with a woman who could sabotage her sister?
Arguably, Mom thinks Sheila is more deserving to be by my side as my wife, she never really talks about it but I could see it from the way she adorns her since she returned to the country.
Sheila on the other hand charmed her way into Mom's heart, of course behind Tiffany's back.
Mom never really adorned Tiffany, she never liked her, she never liked anyone who could stand up to her, she was always nagging at Tiffany at every slightest opportunity she gets.
I hardly say anything, I always let Mom have it her own way every damn time.
Arguing with Mom always spells stress, so I try to avoid it as much as I can.
Not like I saw any need to defend Tiffany anyway!
But I can't deny not knowing that Sheila was into me, I figured she would get tired after I turned her down several times but she never did!
What's with their family and persistence? It's annoying.
Funny enough, I don't even see Sheila in that light and after she sabotaged Tiff, I can't help but think that she wanted Tiffany out of the way so she could be with me.
Looking at Sheila, I could see through her fake goody-two-shoes.
I sighed. Too much drama in one day!
I'm not cut out for any more drama.
Quickly, I scan the room, looking for Sheila's clothes. I quietly walked to the clothes, picked it up, and walked back to where she stood, looking at me in confusion.
"Here, get ready, the driver will take you home," I said, keeping an expressionless face while handing over her clothes to her like nothing happened.
She snickered, clearly not cool with my sudden change of attitude. "This is some big joke, right?" she groaned, clearly exasperated.
I raised my brows at her, my face indicating how serious I was.
"I just helped you with Tiffany, the least you could have done is be nice to me," she breathed.
Hearing that I sneered, my patience wearing thin. "Oh, you mean you helped sabotage your own sister?"
"Step-sister!" she corrected, a look of disgust and a mix of something deeper flickering in her eyes.
"Whatever, just get dressed and go home, Sheila. We're done here!" I let out sternly
Moving forward, I grabbed my laptop and began replying to emails, Ignoring the tantrums she was throwing at me.
I let out a smirk as Sheila returned from the bathroom, fully dressed. She shot me one last sharp look and stormed out of my room, slamming the door loudly behind her, indicating she was livid.
Good riddance! I mumbled inwardly.
Shrugging back to the chair, I let out a deep breath, the day's chaos taking a ton on me. That was too much drama in one day!
Quickly I tried to maintain my composure, I had left the office on time, just to deal with Tiffany. Now, there's work to be done.
I continued responding to emails and sending out contract drafts to some of our investors.
Suddenly my eyes caught a glimpse of a white envelope, lying beside the flower bouquet and the small gift bag Tiffany had left behind.
I wanted to ignore it and have Mrs. Jones trash it but eventually, curiosity got the better part of me.
Standing up, I slowly walked over to where the envelope was carelessly lying on the floor and picked it up.
I glared at it, my eyes widening as I saw it was a hospital result, still neatly sealed.
A test result? Was Tiffany sick or something?
Why not open the damn envelope and find out? My mind taunted me.
Carefully I began to open the envelope, my heart strangely racing more than it should.
As I tore the envelope apart, now holding only the white paper, quickly I flipped the paper and began to scan it with my eyes.
I rolled my eyes, almost getting weak to my bones as my eyes landed on the boldly written letters.
A gasp escaped my lips. My hand trembled as I held the paper.
"A Pregnancy test result!"
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