Chapter 8 ''New Revelations''

• Bethany's eyes widened in disbelief as she stared at the screen showing her baby's ultrasound. "Twins?" she whispered, tears welling up in her eyes. "There are actually two," she continued.
• The news of carrying twins gave Bethany a glimmer of hope, changing her feelings about the tough decision ahead. "It will be hard, but I know you can do it, Bethany," Dr. Murray reassured her softly.
• "I've seen the papers and I know things aren't great between you and Greg," She added gently. "But whatever you decide, it should be for yourself."
• Dr. Murray leaned in, reaching out with a tremor of uncertainty, "Does Greg know?" she asked quietly, her eyes pleading for understanding.
• "No, he doesn't," Bethany replied, her voice tinged with sadness as she nodded. It was clear she longed for compassion in that moment.
• "Don't worry, it will be okay. You'll get through this," she continued, wrapping her arms around her tightly.
• "Thank you, Dr. Murray," Bethany expressed gratefully moments later as she left the hospital, sunlight momentarily blinding her as she stepped outside. Her hair whipped around, prompting her to reach out to tie it back while trying to conceal her now noticeable baby bump.
• "Get here right away," Mr. Griffin instructed Greg urgently before abruptly ending the call. Greg peered down at his phone, frustration evident as he snatched up his jacket and hurried out.
• Despite being authoritative and highly respected, Greg remained dutiful to his parents, as if tethered to them.
• Greg's eyes widened as he drove, catching sight of a woman in the distance who bore a striking resemblance to Bethany, but he couldn't be sure from behind. Uncertain, he found himself staring until his car veered out of its lane, prompting honks from other drivers.
• With a surge of panic, he jerked the steering wheel to correct his course, desperately trying for another glimpse of her in the bustling crowd. However, despite his frantic search, she vanished completely from his sight.
• "Damn it, Greg!" Mr. Griffin snapped, hurling the media paper at Greg. "What the hell is this? What have you done?"
• "When your mother and I handed over the company to you, we trusted you to be a responsible man," he continued, his voice thick with disappointment. "But now, after Michelle's return, you've ruined everything. You're a disgrace."
• "It's not what it seems, Dad," Greg replied quietly, his eyes cast downward.
• "Shut up!" his father cut in sharply. "I know what you did to Bethany. Fix it immediately. I won't tolerate any more of your nonsense with Michelle. The person you've become because of her—I never want to see that again."
• With those words, Mr. Griffin threw the pain of disappointment at Greg, hitting him hard before storming out of the room, leaving Greg standing there, stunned and alone.
• He watched his father leave with a deepening scowl, taking a slow, steadying breath as he adjusted his jacket before making his way out to his car.
• That evening, his father's words and disappointment replayed relentlessly in Greg's mind. "Fix it," echoed the loudest among them.
• Sitting on his couch, he nervously swung his phone back and forth, debating whether to reach out to her or not. "It's been so long," he muttered to himself. "What will she think of me? Maybe if I ask about something innocent, she won't see me as desperate."
• "Hi Beth, do you remember where my black tie is?" he finally typed out, hoping to break the silence that had stretched for over four months.
• Bethany stared at her phone, eyes narrowing with bitterness. "He thinks I'm his help while he plays around with that woman," she muttered venomously, deleting the message and tossing her phone aside.
• "I knew she wouldn't respond," Greg muttered in frustration, finishing the last sip of his drink. "What a waste of time," he sighed, heading upstairs to the room he once shared with Bethany.
• The room exuded a haunting loneliness he had been avoiding, and the mere thought of her not responding frustrated him deeply. Lost in his emotions, he began packing away items she had left behind, driven by an urgent need to erase her from his life.
• "I knew she never loved me," he muttered to himself bitterly. "She was just using me."
• "What are you doing, Mr. Griffin?" Alicia demanded, startled by Greg's angry determination to purge every trace of Bethany from their home.
• Ignoring her, Greg continued to shuttle back and forth between rooms, consumed by rage. "She was never good for me," he seethed. "I tried to text her and she never responded. Can you imagine?"
• "Calm down, Mr. Griffin," Alicia urged, trying to reason with him. "I don't even know where she is. She's been gone for so long..."
• "You know what?" Greg snapped, his voice edged with pain. "I'm glad she left. I'm erasing every last bit of her from my life." He marched on, carrying her clothes, inadvertently trampling on a few as he stormed through the hallway.
• He moved to her side of the bed, frantically clearing it out. He threw away everything she had left behind, including some of her jewelry. His heart seemed to slow as he noticed several photos scattered there. "Why would she keep these?" he wondered aloud.
• Picking them up, he sat back on the bed and saw a trail of their pictures, starting from childhood. Each one brought back memories of their journey together, making his heart ache with her absence.
• Suddenly, his heart plummeted. It felt like it dropped into the pit of his stomach, Shock and disbelief washed over him like a tidal wave, leaving him breathless and shaken, and his pulse quickening as he stared at the last photo: a positive pregnancy test.