Chapter 211 - Abort That Child

|Innaya|

"WHAT? She's pregnant?"

Two shouts rang out. I wanted to shout as well. Eshan nodded seriously. Ayesha held onto his mother's arm. They both exchanged glances.

How could Eshan lie with that straight face? His single lie forced those two women to look at me with utter disgust. I wanted to shrink away.

My hand went to my stomach, subconsciously. There was no life in it, yet my instinct kicked in. Was this what they called maternal instinct?

Eshan's mother was shocked, and Ayesha had received the same shock as well. Perhaps, my action gave them the wrong impression. Eshan did not clear it out for them. Instead, he chose to pull me by his side and away from the reach of those two women.

Fortune followed behind as if he was guarding me. His head would occasionally rub against my thigh as if he wanted to tell me that he was there.

Eshan's mother recovered from her shock before she said, "Who knows, it might not be yours."

"Yes, it definitely is not yours." Ayesha echoed his mother. She sharply glanced at me, nodding to herself.

Of course, it wasn't his. It was not mine either. There was no child, what were they fighting for? I did not understand Eshan's intentions. What was he trying to do? Just earlier, I had thought about the possibility of me carrying a child, and what would have happened. Eshan had worded it before them.

Why did he do that?

I failed to understand.

I knew what would follow after his confession though. His mother would not yield. Rather matters were going to get more complicated.

Why Eshan wasn't being swift as he always was, ending the matter once and for all?

"I'm telling you. She's pregnant with my child," Eshan replied, glaring at Ayesha. She cowered under his gaze, backing further away, trying to minimize her presence. I wanted to back away as well, but I knew Eshan would not let me.

I could feel my anxiety rising. All this stress was not helping me to keep the demons of a panic attack from emerging. If I suffered from a panic attack now, his mother would create a mountain out of it. She would not watch silently. She already considered me a madwoman. My panic attack would only firm her wrong beliefs. Was there really no way to handle this situation?

Eshan faced his mother, whose face was changing as she thought about the sudden news she had not expected. The wheels in her head were running, trying to find a way out of the situation. I could see it.

"Now, how are you going to handle it? It's late now. Don't you think so?" Eshan clearly taunted, but his mother took his words in opposite meaning. She thought Eshan was feeling trapped.

"How far is the pregnancy?" She inquired.

"Four weeks," Eshan answered.

"YOU…" She exploded right away. Pointing her index finger at me again, she said furiously, "Great. I didn't know that you were so calculative. You planned it out very well. Didn't you? One month ago, I gave those divorce papers to you. You felt threatened. You knew Eshan would definitely leave a loose woman like you. So you seduced my son. What did you think? You can tie down my son with that child? Don't even think about it. I won't let it happen."

After warning me, her focus shifted to Eshan. She breathed deeply. "See, Eshan. This is how she is. Calculative, scheming… Don't worry. I won't let her succeed."

Her face had turned red due to her anger. She stopped to take deep breaths. She was truly angered.

Her words were too hurtful for me to even consider her age, and what anger would do to her. Did she think how her words and actions would not affect me? Loose woman? Calculative? Scheming? What wrong did I do that she was calling me such names? Each worse than previous.

My tears fell endlessly. I did not wish to waste my tears on her, but I could not stop my aching heart from reacting. It truly was too painful to bear.

She opened her purse again, and this time took out something like the checkbook. She threw it at my feet. I almost jumped away. "You… Take any amount of money you want and get out of my Eshan's life. Abort that child. Who knows if it's really Eshan's or not? I won't let you continue leeching off my son. You better not harbor those ill intentions of sticking to him. And, who really knows, who's the father." She snarled like an injured animal.

I was so right. My early thoughts came true. She could not even stop for a moment to solve things. She could not wait to throw me out of Eshan's life as if my very presence was like a curse for him. I balled my fist by my side. When she called names to the child which was not even created, I wanted to rebuke her.

That feeling was so intense. For a moment, I wanted to let it loose. But, then Eshan was silent. How could I say anything then? How could she be so inhuman? Being a woman herself, how could she harbor such sickening thoughts for another woman?

I willed myself to stand upright there despite my wobbly legs.

She had fallen so low in my eyes. Was that how the woman from high society behaved? I had heard of many cases of domestic abuse where mother-in-law's tortured their daughter-in-law's. Never had I thought I would face the verbal abuse and character assassination by my in-laws,

"Why do you think it isn't mine?" Eshan asked slowly. I raised my eyes at him. His face held no expression. It was back to the mask of coldness. This cold Eshan was unfamiliar to me. I stretched my trembling hand and held his wrist.

Eshan lowered his head. For a moment, his gaze lingered on my hand before he peeled my fingers away from his skin, leaving my fingers grasping on the empty space. At that moment, there was a feeling of emptiness in my heart as if something had broken in me.

"The proof is lying before your eyes. Can't you see?" His mother pointed at the photos scattered on the marble floor.

"Who's that man?" Eshan fired the question, folding his arms across his chest.

"That friend of yours. Arjun. A-and he isn't the only one. There's that another man, Karan. Any one of them could be the father. Perhaps, She does not even know it herself," his mother said.

I almost fell on the floor as my legs went soft. Eshan reacted more swiftly. His hand sn.a.k.e.d around my waist, and he held me by his side.

Eshan's mother strode forward. She tugged at Eshan's other hand. "Don't touch her." Her nose wrinkled, and she looked down at me with those narrow eyes. "Who knows how dirty-"