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 a long breath, putting the copy of ‘what to expect when you’re in pregnant’ at the cashier’s desk,

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

I was just severely out of cash, and I’d dug

to, if not today then tomorrow when the groceries of the house were due, but I wasn’t prepared for the rea check and the inevitable need for me to get

job, even if only 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 to rest at home in the third trimester and prepare for

I thought was immensely disinterested in me earlier asks,

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 should I donate

into the little box on the side with a sticker of dogs

bus money to get back home. Luckily, it was just

and my eyebrows knit when my gaze falls to

on my

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finger.

I was wearing it all these

and grab the bag from her, getting

job in keeping me warm. I hadn’t packed any coats in the one bag I had dumped

then, I wasn’t sure I could afford buying a coat just because the

every fifteen minutes since I sent Gabriel that voicemail

again and the hope to get an explanation or some sort of closure fizzled down

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 grumped,

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