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”

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

eyes me weirdly, and my cheeks flush. The note was folded and slightly crumpled, the kind it becomes

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

wasn’t prepared for the rea check

both those paycheques if I wanted to rest at home in the third trimester and prepare for the babies. Not to forget the few months after the birth when I couldn’t be working, but that was a problem for another

was immensely disinterested in me earlier

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

watching her put the 1.50 into the little box on the side

home. Luckily, it was just a twenty minute

ring.” The girl’s dark lips rise into a smile, and my eyebrows knit when my gaze falls to my wedding

on my

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finger.

realised I was

a right lipped smile and grab the bag from her, getting out of

the sweater I was wearing did a very poor job in keeping me warm. I hadn’t packed any coats in the one bag

could afford buying a coat just

I had been doing every fifteen minutes since I sent Gabriel that voicemail in

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

five 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, making

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