Perfect disguise by Elizabeth A (speld decodable readers .txt) 📗

Diana.

It was a server that rescued me that early morning. She came to request for the meal I wanted to eat for breakfast, but had seen me lying lifeless on the cold tiled floor. Immediately, she rushed me to the hospital at the hostel. 

The first thing I heard when I woke up was the dripping sound of water. My vision was blurred, but it became clearer as I blinked. Chad and Annie stood like a huge shadow over my bed. 

"Diana… " Annie gripped my hand as I turned to look at her. 

My pulse was still weak, but the pain in my stomach had subdued. I sat up and Annie quickly adjusted my pillow.

"How are you feeling?" My brother asked me.

"I feel weak," I admitted.

Annie bit her lips, worried. "Do you feel pain anywhere?"

I shook my head. "No, I just feel weak." I looked at Chad. "What did the doctor say?"

"We don't know yet," Chad said. "They are still running some tests on your blood and urine." 

Annie sat beside me and patted my hand. "Don't worry," she said. "You are going to be okay."

Soon, the doctor came back to my ward with good and bad news. Good news: I wasn't ill and was perfectly healthy. Bad news: I was with child—Dominic's child.

Annie and Chad were astonished. 

I mentally slapped my face. Having a child wasn't bad news: the problem was if Dominic was going to accept the child. His  careless act of cheating on me with Chloe just revealed that he didn't have interest in me anymore.

I bit my lips and forced back my tears; you are not going to cry over any man again, remember?

Chad had left with the doctor to fill in some details since he was my guardian. And Annie kept asking who the father of my child was. I couldn't tell her it was Dominic; I didn't want to hear his name at the moment.

Then, they left me in the ward. I touched my stomach, thinking about the baby that was growing there. Soon, I was going to be a mother; it was both pleasing and shocking.

Unfortunately, Dominic called me. I stared at the ringing phone for a long time and picked it up after the sixth call.

"Diana, I'm sorry I didn't pick up your call last night," he said. "I was… busy."

"Busy doing what?" I sassed.

He noticed the bitterness in my voice and asked. "Are you okay? You sound like you are in a bad mood."

Instead of answering, I said. "I asked you a question."

There was a long pause before he answered. "Listen, I have something to tell you, but I can't say it over the phone." He said. "I'll tell you everything when I arrive in Las Vegas tomorrow."

"I also have something to tell you."

"What?"

"Let's break up."

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Until next Friday ;)