Abandoned While Pregnant and Left on the Highway novel
But just as we entered the highway, his phone rang.
On the other end, his assistants voice sounded flustered.
Mr. Greer, my mother said that if I dont bring a boyfriend home for the New Year this time, shell set me up on a blind date. Can you come back and pretend to be my boyfriend just for a while?
Angelo slammed on the brakes, his expression suddenly tense.
"Get out of the car. I need to go back and help Dora."
Hearing this, anger surged through me.
"Youre seriously leaving me, a pregnant woman, stranded on the highway because of that?" I demanded, my voice shaking.
"Do you have any idea how dangerous this is?"
But Angelo frowned, a flicker of impatience flashing across his face. Without a word, he stepped out of the car, walked to my side, and yanked the door open. He grabbed my arm and pulled me out.
"There are plenty of cars passing by. Just flag one down," he said coldly. "Dora has no one else. I have to help her."
With that, he left me standing on the side of the highway as he drove off.
Despair washed over me as I stared at his retreating car. Heartbroken, I made a decision. I turned and walked back along the shoulder of the highway, tears blurring my vision, and called the hospital to schedule an induced abortion.
When the doctor heard my request, there was a moment of silence, followed by surprise in her voice.
"Are you sure? Inducing labor at this stage will be very harmful to your body. Just last week, you seemed so excited about the baby during your prenatal check-up."
I forced my voice to remain calm.
"The childs father is dead."
The doctor paused, her tone softening.
"Im so sorry to hear that. Ill schedule the procedure for tomorrow afternoon. Please come to the hospital in the morning for preparations."
"Thank you," I replied quietly before ending the call.
The blaring of horns snapped me back to my surroundings. Cars rushed past me, their drivers glaring as I walked close to the edge of the highway.
Just then, Angelo called. For a moment, I thought he had realized how cruel he had been. But his commanding tone quickly shattered that illusion.
"Where are you? Bring your diamond ring to Dora. She needs it. The stores have nothing suitable, and yours will do perfectly."
I let out a bitter laugh, my voice laced with sarcasm.
"Did you forget? You left me stranded on the highway."
He hesitated for a second before snapping impatiently, "The highways full of cars. You couldve just paid someone to deliver it. Stop making excuses. Dont forget I bought that diamond ring. Now hurry up and bring it over. Dont waste time."
I stood there, stunned. How many times had Angelo borrowed something from me for Dora Pearson?
At first, it was small thingsa dress for a party, earrings to match her outfit. Embarrassed to say no, I had let him take them. But over time, their demands grew bolder.
Once, they even tried to borrow the planning proposal I had spent weeks perfecting. When I refused, Angelo accused me of being petty.
"Doras just starting out," he said. "Shes not as capable as you. Cant you share your resources? Its not a big deal."
Hed taken credit for my work and handed it to Dora, even throwing a grand celebration for her achievements.
And now, they wanted to take my fianc and the diamond ring he had given me when he proposed.
Dora never returned anything she borrowed. I doubted shed return these either.
Before I could respond, I heard Doras soft, disappointed voice in the background.
"Mr. Greer, if my sister doesnt want to lend it to me, its fine. I can do without the ring."
Angelos impatience melted away instantly. Completely ignoring the fact that I was still in the line, he began speaking to her in a gentle, comforting tone.
"After Sherry Ritter became pregnant, her body swelled significantly, and her hands became as puffy as pig trotters. It was nearly impossible to fit the diamond ring on her fingers, and when she did, it looked awkward and unflattering.
Its perfect for you, Dora. Dont worry, Ill make sure you get it, Angelo said reassuringly.
Hearing his words, I felt my blood boil. My voice trembled as I forced myself to speak.
"Angelo, isnt the child Im carrying yours?"
He ignored my question entirely, instead demanding, How long will it take you to get here?
I couldnt bear to argue anymore and hung up the phone. Moments later, it buzzed againa text from him.
[Youd better show up within half an hour, or youll have to go home alone to celebrate the New Year. Imagine going back with a big bellyyour parents will be furious!]
Though I had resolved to go through with inducing labor, his message cut deep, and tears streamed down my face. I clutched my phone so tightly my knuckles turned white, crouching on the side of the highway as sorrow consumed me. Unable to hold back any longer, I sobbed uncontrollably.
At some point, someone must have called the police. A patrol car pulled up, and a young officer stepped out. Gently, he helped me into the car and drove me home.
When I entered, the house was pitch dark. I curled up on the bed, exhaustion finally overtaking me as I fell into a restless sleep. But it wasnt long before I was jolted awakedragged forcefully to the floor.
My eyes snapped open, meeting Angelos furious gaze.
Where were you yesterday? he roared. Dora and I waited at the office for hours, and you never showed up! She didnt have the diamond ring on her hand, and her relatives laughed at her all night!
His voice rose with anger. How dare you sleep peacefully here?
He flung me to the ground, and my stomach hit the edge of the bed with a sharp thud. Pain radiated through my body, and cold sweat instantly drenched my forehead.
For a fleeting moment, guilt flickered in Angelos eyes, and he hesitated as if to help me. But when I instinctively recoiled, shrinking away, his expression darkened.
Whats that supposed to mean? he barked. Just because I asked you for the diamond ring, now you dont want me near you? Dont forgetthe child is mine, and that diamond ring was bought with my money!
Seeing my pale face and obvious pain, Angelo took a deep breath, as if forcing himself to be patient.
Dora is young. She cant handle the pressure of marriage, so I stepped in to help her. Youre older and still acting like a child, he added, his tone bordering on condescension.
I clenched my fists, suppressing the urge to retort, but before I could speak, Dora burst through the door. Her gaze landed on me sprawled on the floor, and though a flicker of triumph flashed in her eyes, she hurried forward with feigned concern.
Angelo, no matter how upset you are, you shouldnt let my sister sit on the floor. Shes still pregnant, Dora said softly.
Angelo stopped her with a wave of his hand.
Youre too kind, Dora. After what she did last night, youre still thinking about her feelings? He turned back to me, his tone hardening. I have to take Dora home this afternoon, so hurry up and give her the diamond ring.
He paused, adding with mock generosity, If you behave, Ill take you back to your parents in two days.
He clearly believed I couldnt make the trip alone and was using it to manipulate me. Yet, I couldnt forget how hed begged me to keep the baby just a few months ago.
Sherry, please keep the child, hed pleaded back then. Ill come to your family during the New Year to propose.
Blinded by his sweet promises, I had chosen to keep the pregnancy. But in just six months, everything had changed.
Now, seeing that I hadnt moved, Angelos patience snapped. He crouched down, grabbed my hand, and yanked it roughly.
I had gained a lot of weight during my pregnancy, and the diamond ring now fits tightly on my swollen middle finger, leaving an indent in the flesh.
Angelo glanced at it, a flicker of disdain crossing his eyes as his lips curled in contempt.
"Youve gotten as fat as a pig, and you dont even try to lose weight. Look at that ringdoes it even look good on your hand?"
He sneered, adding, "Some women stay slim even while pregnant. But you? Youve let yourself gougly and sloppy."
Without waiting for a response, he grabbed my hand and began pulling the ring off forcefully. It was snug, and his rough movements rubbed my skin raw, leaving my fingers red and sore.
With every tug, I felt my heart sink deeper into despair.
When I first got pregnant, my health was so poor that he had taken it upon himself to manage my meals, flaunting a nutritionist certificate like a badge of honor. He had seemed attentive, and caring. Now, all of that feels like a distant memory.
I lowered my gaze, my heart aching, unwilling to meet his cold eyes.
Doras cheerful voice broke the silence.
"Mr. Greer, what a gorgeous diamond ring! I wish I had one like that!"
Angelo chuckled, his tone affectionate.
"If you like it, Ill get you an even better one next time," he said with a laugh.
Dora hesitated, feigning guilt.
"But if I take it, wont my sister be upset?"
He dismissed her concern with a shrug.
"Her hands are swollen like pigs trotters. Wearing a diamond ring is just a waste on her."
They left together, their voices fading as they moved further away, leaving me alone in the suffocating silence.
I sighed, the weight of my scheduled abortion heavy on my mind, and pulled out my phone to call a taxi. As I opened the app, an update from the local newsfeed appeared on the homepage. My hand slipped, and I accidentally clicked on it.
[Bringing my fianc home for the New Year!]
The attached photo showed Dora sitting in the passenger seat, her right hand held up to display the diamond ring prominently on her finger. The interior of the car was unmistakableit was Angelos most expensive one.
My breath caught, but I forced myself to give the post a thumbs-up. Seconds later, tears blurred the screen. I quickly wiped them away, switched back to the taxi app, and booked a ride to the hospital.
On the way there, my phone rang. Angelos angry voice blared through the speaker as soon as I answered.
"I already told you, Im just pretending with Dora! Why are you being so petty?"
Before I could respond, Doras voice broke in, trembling with faux regret.
"Sister, Im sorry. I shouldnt have posted that. I just wanted to convince my parents. Please dont be mad. Ill delete it right away."
Angelo cut her off impatiently.
"Theres no need to delete it. Shes always making a fuss over nothing. Just ignore her."
The line went dead before I could utter a single word.
The taxi driver glanced at me through the rearview mirror, his expression curious and puzzled. After a moment of silence, he finally asked, Whats going on, miss?
I forced a weak smile and replied, "My fianc is pretending to be his assistants boyfriend so he can go home with her for the New Year."
The driver blinked in disbelief before stammering, "Girl this, this" He sighed deeply, unable to find the right words.
Even strangers could see how wrong this was, but Angelo acted as if everything he did was perfectly normal.
I lay on the cold operating table, staring at the ceiling as the anesthetic was injected into my veins. When I opened my eyes again, my stomach was deflated, hollow.
Not far away, I saw the tiny, unformed fetus resting inside a black box. Tears streamed silently down my cheeks as I reached out, taking the box from the doctors hands.
Staring blankly at the ceiling, I felt an emptiness consuming me.
After what felt like an eternity, I got up and left the hospital, my steps heavy and weak. Passing by radiant new parents cradling their newborns, I could only bow my head and keep walking, feeling like a ghost drifting through their joy.
When I finally returned home, Angelo was lounging on the sofa, a cigarette perched between his fingers. He didnt even look up as I entered.
When he heard the door open, his face immediately darkened.
"Where have you been? I called you so many times, and you didnt answer. Hanging out so latedo you even care?"
It was only then that I noticed dozens of missed calls on my phone. I forced myself to explain:
"I just came from the hospital..."
Angelos gaze scanned me from head to toe. My swollen belly was hidden beneath my down jacket, giving nothing away. He sneered, his tone cold and dismissive:
"Sherry, youve really disappointed me. Do you even think before you lie? You just had your prenatal checkup a few days ago. What excuse is this?"
I opened my mouth to respond, but before I could, the bathroom door creaked open. Dora stepped out, wearing my pajamas.
"Sister, where have you been? Mr. Greer couldnt find you and was worried sick."
I froze, the words I wanted to say stuck in my throat. Turning my gaze to the man on the sofa, I silently begged for an explanation.
He didnt even bother looking up. His voice was casual, almost indifferent:
"Doras lease ended, and she has nowhere to stay. Its not safe for a young girl to be out alone, so I let her stay here for a few days."
Dora offered a bashful smile and added, "I didnt bring any pajamas, so I borrowed yours."
Angelo paused, then looked at me with thinly veiled disdain.
"Honestly, youve gained so much weight, you cant even wear those clothes anymore. Why not just let Dora have them?"
His words hit me like a punch to the gut, making my chest tighten with unbearable pain. I couldnt breathe.
I didnt argue. I didnt cry. Instead, I turned and quietly went to the bedroom.
From the corner of my eye, I caught Angelos surprised expressionlikely shocked that I didnt throw a fit like usual. He followed me into the room, his tone softening slightly as he spoke.
"Sherry, Im just being honest. Why are you so upset?"
"Besides, Dora is just a young girl. Why are you being so petty? Youre still the one I want to marry in the end, isnt that enough?"
His words, meant to placate, only made my stomach churn. I couldnt believe the audacity, the condescension in his tone.
When I didnt respond, he stepped closer and reached out to hug me. Before he could, his phone buzzed. A voice message from Dora played aloud:
"Mr. Greer, I think Id better leave. It seems my sister doesnt want me here. Please tell her not to let this ruin your relationship because of meah"
The recording abruptly stopped, and Angelos expression shifted, his face hardening with panic.
Without a word, he grabbed his coat and pulled me out of the room.
"Come with me to find Dora. If something happens to her, itll be your fault! You will apologize to her!"
I protested, my voice shaking with frustration:
"I didnt make her leave! Why should I apologize?"
Angelo ignored me entirely, dragging me outside. My body, still weak from surgery, stumbled as he nearly shoved me into the car.
Leaning back against the seat, I felt the dull throb of pain in my body blended with the crushing weight of humiliation and grief. My chest felt tight, and I could barely hold back tears.
Angelo, on the other hand, kept his face like stone, saying nothing as he drove. His foot pressed the accelerator to the floor, and within ten minutes, we found Dora on the roadside, collapsed.
The car screeched to a halt. Angelo stormed out, dragging me along with him. My legs buckled under me, and I nearly fell. He didnt carehe just shoved me in front of Dora.
"Apologize," he barked coldly.
I stared at him, my eyes wide in disbelief.
Dora, with trembling lips and tears pooling in her eyes, shook her head weakly.
"Mr. Greer, Im fine Theres no need for her to apologize."
Her voice quivered, but I could see the faint glimmer of satisfaction in her gaze.
Angelos face darkened further. He clenched his fists, his voice rising with fury.
"I said, apologize to Dora!"
Before I could react, he lashed out, kicking me hard enough to knock me to the ground. My head spun, my body breaking out in a cold sweat as sharp pain radiated through me.
My vision blurred, my pale face slick with sweat, as I gasped for air. Still, he stood there, unmoving, demanding compliance.
But he remained indifferent, his gaze icy and his teeth clenched as he spat:
"Dont try to play the victim here. If you dont apologize today, this matter will never be over!"
The pain wracking my body made it impossible to respond.
Angelo, running out of patience, gave me a cold, disdainful look before carefully lifting Dora into his arms. He glanced down at me, his voice dripping with contempt.
"Since you refuse to admit your mistakes, go outside and cool your head in the fresh air."
The winter wind was unforgiving, biting through to the bone. I lay on the frozen ground, watching as Angelo drove away with Dora.
He had no idea Id already lost the baby. In his eyes, I was still six months pregnant. Yet, to appease Dora and vent his frustration, he left mea woman he believed to be carrying his childalone in the snow.
It felt as though my heart had been submerged in ice. The coldness seeped into every corner of my being, dulling the pain until I was almost numb.
Whatever fragile hope I had left shattered at that moment, and I made a decision: I had to leave.
Summoning what little strength I had, I struggled to my feet and began walking toward the station, the wind cutting against my face. But my body, weakened from the surgery, failed me. After only a few steps, my vision blurred, and darkness swallowed me as I collapsed into the snow.
Meanwhile, Angelo had just carried Dora into his home when an inexplicable wave of unease gripped him.
He realized the spot where hed left me was nearly ten kilometers from the housea trek that would take all night in this weather.
Angelo resolved to return for me once Dora had gone to sleep. He reasoned that bringing me back later would prove he still cared for me, even if Id been stubborn.
But Dora clung to him, her wide, tear-filled eyes fixed on his face.
"Mr. Greer, can you stay with me tonight? On my way here, there was this man he looked at me in such a creepy way. Im so scared," she whispered, her voice trembling.
Angelos resolve wavered. Her vulnerability tugged at him, and his guilt over leaving me began to fade.
Sensing his hesitation, Dora leaned closer, her voice soft and pleading.
"Just this once, Mr. Greer. You and my sister have a lifetime together, but I only have this moment."
Her words broke through his defenses. Sighing heavily, he murmured,
"Fine, fine. Ill stay. Dont worry. Go to sleep."
Pushing his unease aside, he convinced himself that Id be fine until morning.
But as he drifted into sleep, the shrill ring of his phone jolted him awake. He answered groggily, only for a frantic voice to pierce his ear.
"Sir, are you a relative of Sherry? She was found unconscious in the snow and rushed to our hospital. Shed recently undergone an abortion."
Angelo shot to his feet, his heart pounding.
"What did you just say? Abortion? Who gave you permission to perform an abortion on my wife?"
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