“If I am all that, Madam, why did your son fall in love with me, then? Do you think he would have loved me if I was the garbage that you just described?” I implore, not even blinking.
She smirks.
“Love, you say? Don’t make me laugh.” She cloaks her smile.
“Your son loved me, whether you believe it or not!” I say, and she scoffs.
“My son is a man. I understand that he had desires that he needed to quench. I didn’t understand why he had to chose you of all the wealthy descent girls surrounding him. But I let him bask in the pleasure you were loosely offering him. What I did not expect was that he would be so careless to plant his seed in you!”
He was enjoying himself, huh? Now that stings, but maybe she is right. It was me who was blinded to not see that I was way too out of league. I could have known that I really didn’t belong to their circle. And Ray decided to make that crystal clear to me. But at the very last minute when things had already gone south. I curse him for not opening up to me sooner, and I blame myself for not opening my eyes to the truth sooner.
“What? Does the truth hurt?” She asks.
She has no intentions of stopping anytime soon, does she?
“The only truth there is to this whole issue is that I truly loved your son. The rest are just your own assumptions. And what hurts is that you think so low of people. I didn’t expect that from you all.” I speak sincerely, and again, she smirks.
“Oooh, don’t give me that crap. I can see through your eyes what your intentions were. But sorry to disappoint you, because there is no way a loser like you can ever become a Mazur. You don’t, and will never belong here. Not you, nor that brat you are carrying.”
Hang on , now! Did this stupid egotistical old-brat just insult my child? What gives her that audacity? No, who gave her those fucking balls? I won’t allow any fucking person to insult my child much less any member of this God-forsaken family. It is okay if they don’t want me or my baby, but my baby is so innocent in this whole fiasco. It doesn’t deserve insults or disrespect from no one.
“My child, Mrs Mazur, does not deserve to bear the name of such a repellent, moral less, and heartless dirty family, if you should know. You all make me sick! And for your peace of mind, my precious child will never even know that he/she carries your blood!” I speak, bold like a cucumber, but heaven knows I am burning with rage inside.
That caught her off guard. She furrows her eyes, cocking her head to the side as she tries to cloak her stupor.
Who do these people think they are, huh? I feel like strangling this arrogant witch with my bare hands for insulting my child.
“You have no right to insult the people who have fed you for years, you ingrate!” She scoffs.
“Correction! I worked like a horse for each and everything you gave me! You did me no favor. Everything I have from this family is a wage for my labor which I did wholeheartedly.” I state, and she takes in a good amount of air inside.
Now she is the one fuming with unwarranted rage. Why, though? Did she think I would just accept all her insults and groundless blames? She better think again!
She composes herself, putting on her usual crown on arrogance and coldness. She clears her throat before speaking.
“With the full consent of my son, I came to offer you a deal to settle this pregnancy issue once and for all. I want to make sure that after tomorrow morning, I don’t get to see your pathetic face ever again, and that I will not have to worry about the reputation of this family getting stained!”
I am taken aback.
Forget about the reputation bullshit, but this Deal? And with the consent of her son, Ray? So, he knows that I am carrying his child? And he did not bother to confront me about it? They have discussed me and my child? So, what freaking deal did they come up with?
“What deal?” I ask, feeling torn already.