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”

breath, putting the copy of ‘what to expect when you’re in pregnant’ at the cashier’s desk, removing the last twenty dollar note in my

cheeks flush. The note was folded and slightly crumpled, the kind it becomes when you leave it in your jeans pocket and forget about

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

I wasn’t prepared for

the next two months which is when I shift back to my hometown. But I had to save both those paycheques if I wanted

immensely disinterested in me earlier

and putting the book inside it along with the bill. “Your change, $1.50. You want it or

watching her put the 1.50 into the little box on the

back home. Luckily, it was just a twenty minute walk, not

rise into a smile, and my eyebrows knit when my gaze falls to

on my

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finger.

I hadn’t even realised I was

I give her a right lipped smile and grab the bag from her,

packed any coats in the one bag I had dumped with some things that came to my hand, but

sure I could afford buying a coat just because the weather decided to give a

my phone, something I had been doing every fifteen minutes since I sent Gabriel that voicemail

explanation or some sort of closure fizzled down when I slept that night and there was still no

on the dot when the rock guitarist had for a 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

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