Wrong Injection

Chapter 48

I stood in the opulent penthouse, watching the men unpack my belongings into the lavish room, I couldn't help but feel a sense of resentment. I blamed myself for not pushing Sultan harder to reveal the truth about my child's paternity to his mom. Now, I'd be living in her house, and I had no idea how Sultan would react when he found out. It was a mess. "I hope you like your room," Sarah said, her voice dripping with expectation, as soon as we entered the room.

I remained silent, observing the servants as they arranged my clothes in the wardrobe. The setup was impeccable, but I couldn't shake off the feeling of discomfort. "If you don't like it, I will let them clean the next room for you," she offered.

"No, don't bother, it's okay. It's just that I don't like the idea," I replied honestly, trying to convey my unease and Sarah exhaled, her expression unreadable. "Sarah, your son doesn't know I'm here, obviously, and you know he's going to be angry when he finds me here. So why? Why do you want me here?" I asked, my curiosity and frustration getting the better of me.

"The fact that Sultan is depressed doesn't mean he's completely lost his mind and senses. Milani, you're carrying his child, too. I won't sit back and watch him treat you unfairly. You deserve a fair share of his love and attention. Why are you being stubborn? Are you okay with how he's treating you?" Sarah asked, her words piercing through me. I didn't know how to respond.

"Sarah, for the love of God, please let me go back home," I pleaded, trying to appeal to her compassion. I didn't want to be the cause of potential conflict between Sultan and his mother, and I also disliked the idea of staying in the penthouse under false pretenses, pretending Sultan was the father of my child. The situation felt wrong, and I couldn't imagine living under the same roof as Sultan, especially knowing I meant nothing to him.

"No, no, no. You're staying, and that's final," she said firmly before walking out, leaving me feeling trapped and frustrated by her stubbornness.

I quickly grabbed my phone and texted Bella, filling her in on my unexpected situation – I was currently staying in the penthouse against my will. I decided not to reach out to my mom for now, hoping to resolve the situation quickly without involving her. My plan was to get out of the penthouse as soon as possible, and I didn't want to worry her unnecessarily. For now, I just needed Bella's understanding and possibly some advice on how to navigate this predicament.