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The doctor, recognising her after a beat, replied quietly, “Ms. Brooks had a miscarriage; it will be difficult for her to become pregnant again.”
Nina’s eyes returned to mine, filled with scorn. “Such a shame; you can’t play the other woman with a baby anymore.”
I was drained. My eyes were filled with rage as I stared at Marshall. “Marshall, tell her, what am I to you?”
Marshall appeared devastated, as if he hadn’t fully processed the miscarriage.
However, Nina mistook his silence for my final joke, sauntering to loop her arm through Marshall’s. “Marshall, she’s lost the baby. She won’t bother you now. Tell her to let go. What are we to each other?”
Marshall snapped awake the moment Nina touched him, his hand flying out and sending her stumbling back.
“You killed my son! You monster!”
The entire room froze. The doctors and nurses, sensing the tension, quickly dispersed.
I felt no pleasure as I watched Nina with her hand on her cheek and her eyes wide with shock.
Slapping her a thousand times would not restore the baby I had lost.
“You dare to hit me?” Nina staggered forward, grabbing Marshall’s collar in a rage, tears streaming down her cheeks. “Marshall, you hit me for the other woman?”
Marshall had been looking away, trying to control his emotions, but he snapped when she called me the other woman. He grabbed her hand and pushed her backward. “Who are you calling the other woman? Sasha is my wife. She was the one I married.”
Marshall moved to stand beside me, his hand resting on my shoulder. “Nina, enough with the drama, okay?”
It was reassuring to hear him defend me, but the way he scolded Nina while trying to contain his rage left me with the impression that he was taking sides.
He suddenly seemed like a stranger to me. Maybe our love was just a mirage, a sweet phase that every couple goes through at first.
“What did you just say?” Nina was more surprised by Marshall’s statement than by the slap. Her eyes were huge as she pointed at me, and her voice shook. “You say she’s your wife? Then what am I? We’re married!”
Marshall simply frowned, silent. I overheard him murmur: “If you hadn’t been so persistent, I never would’ve gone through with the registration back in your hometown”
Nina’s face blanched as she turned to face me, realising her grave error.
However, I knew all along.
The video of her interview with me went viral, accusing me of being the other woman. It backfired spectacularly. As a reporter, she should have checked her facts before jumping to conclusions and misleading her audience.
What’s with the irony? She played a role in the story as well.
The cops then arrived, knocking on the door and entering. “Hi, we’re officers from Capetown. Who called for help?”
I raised my hand, struggling to keep it together, and pointed directly at Nina. “That would be me. She’s the reason my baby’s gone, and she’s been spreading lies that I’m a homewrecker. Officers, please arrest her.”
Nina was a mess; all of her confidence had vanished. She clung to Marshall desperately.
“Marshall, please, you have to help me!”
Marshall stared at her, his eyes hard and angry, but he did not push her away.
“Officers, this is a family issue. We’ll handle it ourselves, if you don’t mind.”
Marshall pulled out Nina’s video, attempting to prove she had not touched me and suggesting they consult a doctor who could back him up.
Nina’s eyes returned to mine, filled with scorn. “Such a shame; you can’t play the other woman with a baby anymore.”
I was drained. My eyes were filled with rage as I stared at Marshall. “Marshall, tell her, what am I to you?”
Marshall appeared devastated, as if he hadn’t fully processed the miscarriage.
However, Nina mistook his silence for my final joke, sauntering to loop her arm through Marshall’s. “Marshall, she’s lost the baby. She won’t bother you now. Tell her to let go. What are we to each other?”
Marshall snapped awake the moment Nina touched him, his hand flying out and sending her stumbling back.
“You killed my son! You monster!”
The entire room froze. The doctors and nurses, sensing the tension, quickly dispersed.
I felt no pleasure as I watched Nina with her hand on her cheek and her eyes wide with shock.
Slapping her a thousand times would not restore the baby I had lost.
“You dare to hit me?” Nina staggered forward, grabbing Marshall’s collar in a rage, tears streaming down her cheeks. “Marshall, you hit me for the other woman?”
Marshall had been looking away, trying to control his emotions, but he snapped when she called me the other woman. He grabbed her hand and pushed her backward. “Who are you calling the other woman? Sasha is my wife. She was the one I married.”
Marshall moved to stand beside me, his hand resting on my shoulder. “Nina, enough with the drama, okay?”
It was reassuring to hear him defend me, but the way he scolded Nina while trying to contain his rage left me with the impression that he was taking sides.
He suddenly seemed like a stranger to me. Maybe our love was just a mirage, a sweet phase that every couple goes through at first.
“What did you just say?” Nina was more surprised by Marshall’s statement than by the slap. Her eyes were huge as she pointed at me, and her voice shook. “You say she’s your wife? Then what am I? We’re married!”
Marshall simply frowned, silent. I overheard him murmur: “If you hadn’t been so persistent, I never would’ve gone through with the registration back in your hometown”
Nina’s face blanched as she turned to face me, realising her grave error.
However, I knew all along.
The video of her interview with me went viral, accusing me of being the other woman. It backfired spectacularly. As a reporter, she should have checked her facts before jumping to conclusions and misleading her audience.
What’s with the irony? She played a role in the story as well.
The cops then arrived, knocking on the door and entering. “Hi, we’re officers from Capetown. Who called for help?”
I raised my hand, struggling to keep it together, and pointed directly at Nina. “That would be me. She’s the reason my baby’s gone, and she’s been spreading lies that I’m a homewrecker. Officers, please arrest her.”
Nina was a mess; all of her confidence had vanished. She clung to Marshall desperately.
“Marshall, please, you have to help me!”
Marshall stared at her, his eyes hard and angry, but he did not push her away.
“Officers, this is a family issue. We’ll handle it ourselves, if you don’t mind.”
Marshall pulled out Nina’s video, attempting to prove she had not touched me and suggesting they consult a doctor who could back him up.