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I rushed to close the curtains, darkening the room.

“Oh…Oscar. It’s you. How did you get in?”

I ran my hands through my hair nervously. “I used the door?”

“Wait, let me rephrase. What are you doing here?”

I was quite taken aback by the question but responded anyway. “I came to see you, V. You called in sick.”

“Is this how the CEO checks up on all his sick staff?”

“hey, I was just worried about you. Don’t be like that.”

Her voice went up a notch. “You break and enter my house and you’re asking me not to be like that? What do you mean by ‘don’t be like that', huh?”

At this point, I was exasperated and could not hold it in anymore. “Why are you pushing me away, Vanessa? What exactly did I do wrong that you’re treating me like I’m some piece of shit you can’t wait to get rid of?”

She cut in almost immediately. “Things! Things I’m sure you don’t even know half of!”

“What things, Vanessa!” I found myself yelling at her, obviously losing my temper.

“I…I can’t tell you!”

At that moment I was more frustrated than I had been all week.. “Just fucking talk, woman! Goddamit!”

The next words I heard her say caused my head and mind to go blank. They came as a bludgeon to my head and I struggled to make sense of it. How? How come? I thought…

CHAPTER EIGHT

Vanessa

There. I said it.

“Cheryl said she’s pregnant!”

The words left my mouth leaving a bitter after taste. I felt my stomach heave like I was going to be sick. I barely made it to the bathroom before I threw up the half bowl of canned soup I managed to swallow the night before.

Oscar held up my hair, while I bent over the sink, emptying the contents of my stomach. I rinsed my mouth and looked back to look at the man that stood behind me. His expression tense, his face, a whirlpool of varying emotions.

We sat in silence for nearly twenty minutes until Oscar decided to speak, out of the blue.

“But she can’t be pregnant. She told me she was on the pill.”

“That’s what I thought too until she dropped the bombshell the last time we spoke.”

He got up and started pacing, his anger and confusion very visible. “So, you mean to tell me she lied, right?”

“Honestly, I don’t know. But I don’t think she'd lie about something like that,” I shot back in her defense.

“This is literally all your fault! I should have known the whole drama, the show you were both putting up was an act, a farce!”

I felt tears sting my eyes and my lips quivered, straining to hold back the barrage of hurtful words that threatened to burst out. “What do you mean an act?”

“Oh, you think I haven’t figured it all out yet? How she conveniently came in while I was fucking you and how easily she agreed to join in? This is some sick joke and I’m not going to let you both play me for a fool.”

“What the fuck you even saying at this point?”

He waved a finger in my face, his visage taking on a crazed appearance. “No, no, don’t you tell me that. This is some elaborate plan to what end exactly? Get money? Cheap blackmail? What, exactly?”