Wrong Injection

CHAPTER 50

I crept down the stairs, my footsteps light as I tried to make sense of the commotion coming from the living room. As I reached the bottom, I saw Sarah and Sultan engaged in a heated argument, their voices raised in anger. It was clear that I was the cause of their disagreement. Sultan's words cut deep as he demanded that Sarah take me back to my house. Despite knowing he would be upset, hearing him ask his mother to send me away still hurt. "She needs to leave," he repeated, his tone firm and unyielding.

Sarah's expression was stern as she countered him. "What has come over you?" she asked, her voice laced with frustration.

"Nothing Mom. All I'm asking is for you to send her back to her home. That's all." He said.

Sarah's patience had clearly worn thin. "Sultan, out of my sight now," she said firmly, her voice brooking no argument.
I watched in stunned silence as Sultan turned and stormed away, his anger palpable. As he disappeared upstairs, I felt a pang of sadness, wondering what had caused such a drastic change in his behavior. I slowly made my way back up to my room, lost in thought and worry.

Moments later, I heard a knock on my door, I opened the door to find Sultan standing in the hallway, his face twisted in anger. I wasn't surprised to see him, given the argument he'd just had with his mother. His intense gaze didn't faze me, as I'd expected him to be furious. I stepped aside, allowing him to enter, and he strode into the room. "Why didn't you stop her?" he demanded, his voice low and menacing, as soon as I shut the door behind him, I met his gaze but.

"I did, and you think I like the idea of being here?" I shot back, my tone even. When he remained silent, I took it as a yes. "I would never be happy to come to a place where I'm not welcome. I'm not happy to be here, so go and make your mom understand that. If you'd listened to me, we probably wouldn't be in this situation," I said, my words laced with frustration.

"She is not willing to listen to me," he said, and I let out a scoff, incredulous that he thought his mother would blindly follow his demands.

"And you think she would listen to me?" I asked, skepticism evident in my tone. "This is your mess, fix it, or I'll end up living here for the rest of my life," I said, frustration simmering beneath my words.

"Just tell her you want to leave, she'll listen to you," he suggested and I let out a dry laugh, shaking my head.

"I've been telling her that all day, and I'm still here," I reminded him, exasperation clear in my voice. "Sarah wants me around because you made her believe I'm carrying her grandchild, but I promise I'll leave immediately after I give birth," I said, giving him my word. He nodded, his expression unreadable, before turning to leave. Despite his agreement, I knew he wouldn't be thrilled about me living under his roof until I delivered, but he had no other choice.
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"Sweetheart, you have to tell me the truth, why are you here?" Mom asked, her voice laced with concern, as we sat down to talk after two weeks of me staying in Sultan's penthouse. I'd been dodging her visits, but I finally asked her to come over, knowing I couldn't keep her in the dark forever. I took a deep breath, unsure where to start.

"Because Sultan made his mom believe that I'm carrying his child," I admitted, feeling a mix of frustration and resignation and Mom's eyes widened in shock.

"What? Why did he do that?" I shrugged, feeling drained, both mentally and physically, from the situation. I didn't have the energy to explain the intricacies of Sultan's motives or the complicated dynamics at play. "Well just tell Sarah the damn truth," Mom suggested, her voice firm and practical, as if the solution was that simple.

"I can't," I said, feeling a sense of hopelessness wash over me.

"Why?" Mom asked, her voice soft with concern.