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| think I'm going crazy. Half the t| want to scream out my frustrations.
Twas going. My delivery date is fast approaching. Aiden had marked my delivery date on the calendar just
beside our bed. Every morning, it was the first thing | saw once | opened my eyes. It worsens the situation.
The day drew closer, but | was yet to think or act fast. | needed to think before | could act, but I couldn't think of
anything that would really help. I've thought of adopting a newborn. But apart from the fact that that'd be hard,
it would involve quite a lot of people which will make the secret harder to keep. | couldn't take that risk. And let's
not begin to deliberate on how difficult it would be to find a child that was just a few days or weeks old.
And the more the days rolled out, the more my fear that he'd find out grew. | didn't even want to think of him
leaving me. But | couldn't help it
The fact that Ana bore two children for him made the situation even worse. If he finds out that I lost the
pregnancy, he won't hesitate to leave me. Afterall, he already has two children. Why stay with a liar and a fraud?
| tried to tell myself that Ana is married and he possibly can't go to her.
| suddenly found myself contemplating telling Aiden the truth. | scolded myself, thinking of how easier it would
have been if | had just told the truth from the onset. How I'd have the peace of mind that seemed so out of reach
now.
Now, whenever Aiden opened his mouth to speak, my heart would skip a beat and fear would numb all of my
senses until he let his words out.
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The other day, he asked if | was fine. When | affirmed that | was. He took my shaky hands. "You've been fidgety
these days. Are you sure it's not a symptom of something? Should we go to see the doctor?"
It had taken a lot forto convince him that | was just scared of delivery because of the delivery stories I've
read.
Just then, my phone rang out. | scowled at the unknown number, "Who is this?"
Probably one of those gossipers | gave my number to at the party. | hissed and dropped my phone.
Immediately the call ended, my phone began to ring again. | glanced back at it with so much annoyance to find
that it was the snumber.
"For fuck's sake!" | gritted out as | swiped left.
This person was relentless and determined to speak with me. When my phone rang out again, | snatched it from
where it laid. | was not going to not pick the call and afterward, I'd switch off my phone.
But something promptedto pick up the call. | can't switch off my phone just because of sriffraff, |
thought. Perhaps warning whoever the caller is would be the perfect step to take. "Hello, Mrs Aiden."
| heard the smooth clear voice and it didn't sound like any of the gossipers.
"What do you want?" Still, | bit out.
"Woah, easy there," she laughed lightly then, "I'm just an ally."
My brows scrunched up and all the words and sentences | had formed in my head to warn her disappeared. "My
ally?"
There was a short pause, then, "Yes, Mrs Aiden. | am your ally and | want to help you."
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TABITHA
| didn't realize that you could love someone so much and still hated them at the stime. After Dennis fired
like Ron said, but I liked to call it love.
| love Dennis and | would do everything in my power to ruin his picture perfect life.
| want everything in his life to crumble to the ground so that he can crunning back to us, not only will we
get our means of extortion back, but he'd be
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submissive to me. And if he doesn't return, it's his misfortune because then, I'd totally ruin him.
But before then, plus having lost Dennis as our client and also getting fired by the bastard, | needed a new prey
as soon as possible; someone to feed off before | get Dennis back. And a certain Sharon who was somehow
intricately involved in Dennis’ life seemed like the perfect prey.
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Sid sighed, his fingers buried in his hair. "Are you sure we should do this, Tabitha? Didn't you say he looked us up
and found out it was all a lie?"
"I did," | muttered back to him absentmindedly as | frantically searched for Sharon's contact. There were so
many of her contacts online. | knew eighty percent of them were fabricated.
"So? Shouldn't we stay far away from him, from his vicinity? In fact, we should change locations!" He erupted.
"Look, | don't know about you guys, but | don't want to go to jail."
"Shut your trap, idiot," Jon murmured, tipsy. He's been drinking non-stop since | told them what happened. "We
won't go to jail."
"I told you guys he was bad news," Ron said calmly. He seemed to be the calmest among us. He has always
been. "| saw it coming. | knew he knew."
| rolled my eyes as | dragged my
gaze away from the list of numbers I'd listed out. "He didn't always know. We completely got him, until I joined
him in his bath." Even now, | didn't regret what we shared, it felt like the best makeout session of my life.
"I told you to be careful," Ron said, his voice tipped with concern.
| sighed. "I was. I'm shocked he found out."
| returned my attention to the numbers. | tried each and began to tick off. Sof them were picked up by
strangers who didn't sound like her. Finally, there was silence after | dialed the last number and | knew it was her.
| gave the group a thumbs up before | said, "Hello, Anastasia."
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