His Wife (A Contract Marriage Story) by Heer Mangtani

Chapter 69

Chapter 69

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Gabriel.

It’s me. Sofia. Baker.

I’m sorry if I’m intruding, but please don’t discard this voicemail and hear me out.

When I left from your house, I never had any intention of coming back into your life or contacting you ever again. I don’t want anything from you.

I.. Um, ever since I left, I’ve been sick. Even the week before that when my Grandpa passed, I… I was sick. I kept throwing up and feeling nauseous all the time and we both discarded it as my grief. It was, I think, but when I didn’t get any better, I went to a doctor last week and she asked me to get a pregnancy test.

Any way, long story short, I’m pregnant.

I’m about ten weeks along, eleven now, I think. That’s a little over two months, just so you know. It’s yours, just so you know, and it’s two of them. I haven’t been with anyone except you in a very long time, but if you wish, we can get a paternity test or something.

I don’t, I’m not doing this to get anything from you. If you’ve moved on and are happy in your life with… I guess what I’m saying is, you don’t have to be a part of this. I don’t want anything from you, especially not your money. I’m just letting you know so that, well, you know. I’m keeping the babies.

Um. Yes. That’s it, I guess. Call me back when you can? This is my new number. Bye”

in pregnant’ at the cashier’s desk, removing the last twenty dollar note in my bag and placing it

eyes me weirdly, and my cheeks flush. The note was folded and slightly crumpled, the kind it becomes when you leave it in your jeans pocket

pocket. I was just severely out of cash, and I’d dug this one out from a corner of mas bag to put off going to

tomorrow when the groceries of the house were due, but I wasn’t prepared for the

those paycheques if I wanted to rest at home in the third

bookstore, who I thought was immensely disinterested in me earlier asks,

says, pulling out a bag from one of the drawers and putting the book inside it along with the bill. “Your change, $1.50. You want it or

I squirm watching her put the 1.50 into the little box on

get back home. Luckily, it

my eyebrows knit

on my

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finger.

hadn’t even realised I was wearing it all these

the bag from her, getting out of the store as

chilly again, and the sweater I was wearing did a very poor job in keeping me warm. I hadn’t packed any coats in the one bag I had dumped with some things that came to my hand, but I

sure I could afford buying a

been doing every fifteen minutes since I sent

and the little happiness I had about hearing from him again and the hope to get an explanation or some sort of closure

neighbour decided it was time to begin his daily practice, and made my way out to see a frowning Luna in the living room. “I don’t like him,” she grumped, making her way to the bathroom after

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