― Right place. Wrong time.
“But I thought you understand that I don’t want her anymore?” I asked over the phone. My feet halted on my track. The maids are waiting for me. I can see the driver from the outside of the house, also waiting in the car. I sighed and turned around to go back inside the house to let them know I’m not ready to leave yet.
I faced the intricate wall mirror with small wooden designs to see my appearance. The first thing I noticed was the frustration on my blushing face. And it’s not because I have put too much blush-on. In fact, I didn’t put any because I’m noticing how this pregnancy thing is making me bloom. And as my stomach becomes obvious, my breasts are also making changes.
“I thought it’ll be best for us to have a familiar doctor. Someone who is professi
