Chapter 9 (The Miscarriage)

• Logan
• It has been two months yet Victoria’s way about is yet to be found. I have searched everywhere I could, and contacted the best agents and detectives yet everything still seems futile.
• I don’t know if she intentionally went far…. Nah, but I doubt it. It could have been possible that if she had been the type who had a lot of friends, then I could say that she might have left to stay with one of her friends.
• But Victoria had no friends, not even a single soul.
• And this is what has been driving me crazy: Why is it so hard to find her? Where is she? Is she even alive?
• What if she is dead? I grimaced at the sudden thoughts, fear creeping in.
• “She is still alive, nothing should happen to her. God please," I mumbled repeatedly, and when I was about to put my phone back on the table, it started ringing.
• "Yes,” I answered, quickly pressing the phone against my ear.
• "Good morning, sir, it is Lucas," he informed me.
• “Yes, I know, any news yet?"
• “Not really but we want to know if you can give us the names of her friends. Let’s also check from there," he muttered and I scoffed before sighing, “Victoria has no friends,"
• “Sir but…."
• I didn’t allow him to finish and I impatiently cut in, " Keep searching, check the damn airports. Just everything you can, I need to know where she went to,”
• “Okay, sir," Lucas said and I nodded.
• “Get to work then," I dismissed and hung up without waiting for his response.
• My head was banging so hard, and this whole migraine started right after she left. I sighed and put my phone in my side pocket before striding to the wall mirror to adjust my tie for work when suddenly the door to my room opened and Harper walked in.
• I stifled, my face twisting in disgust and I paused on what I was doing.
• I still don’t know who is feeding her with the audacity that she can easily walk in and out of my house the way it pleases her. I have warned those of my domestic workers never to let her in without my consent yet….
• Hmm, well seems I am going to have some asses fired right away to get others back to their senses.
• “So it was her?" Her voice drew me back to the present, her words sputtering out more like a question that needs confirmation.
• “What are you doing here, Harper?" I paused on what I was doing and turned to face her, my scowl deepened.
• "You are looking for her? The same girl that you intentionally drove out of your life! Your home,” she half yelled frustratedly, anger flashing in her eyes but I remained unmoved, the vertical lines between my eyebrows twisting in a deep frown.
• “Is none of your business,"
• “...... You divorced her, remember, Loggie,” my anger is this Loggie she kept calling me, where on the hell does she find that nickname from? Seeing the look on my face, tears suddenly appeared in her eyes, “Why can’t you just look at me? Am I not that good for you? I have the best body you wanted and even your baby,” she rubbed her tummy and my eyes glued on it for a while.
• Before I looked away, fixing my gaze on her, my lips turned down. “The relationship we had was strictly business, and about that… ..” I motioned to her stomach and she gulped. "Get ready, we will be going to the hospital two days from now,”
• I said and turned back to continue what I was doing when suddenly her desperate voice rang back in my ears. “Fine, I'll go with you,” she said, her voice trembling. “But if the baby happens to be yours, will you apologize for the constant insults and neglect?”
• My jaw clenched, and I strode toward the door.
• “I was on my own when you came with your offer,” Harper rushed after me, her voice escalating. “Now you're making me seem desperate!”
• Seeing that I was not giving her the reaction she wanted, her tone shifted to anguish. she whimpered, her voice cracking as tears streamed down her face. “We had unprotected s*x! What were you thinking? And now, the result is out and you want to make me a baby mama. Do you know the shame? Do you want to ruin my life, leave me with a child?”
• My legs came to a sudden halt on the staircase, and I gritted my teeth, tightening my grip around the handrails before throwing her a look over my shoulder. "I never said I'd abandon my child," I growled, my voice low and even. "I am not a deadbeat father, if the test confirms it's mine, I'll take responsibility.”
• She glared through glass eyes, rolling her eyes.
• My finger tapped impatiently on the rail, betraying my frustration. “So now kindly get out of my house, I will come to pick you up from your father’s house by next tomorrow for the test," I snapped, my tone sharp and final, “I don’t want to meet you here once I return,” with that said, I started climbing down but Harper rushed over again, her footsteps light on the stairs.
• "At least show some respect! I'm the mother of your child!” she yelled, her voice echoing through the staircase. “Loggie, don't ignore me! I'm talking to you!” She reached out fast and grabbed my left arm roughly, her sharp nails digging into my skin.
• With the amount of anger in me, I spun around and furiously tried to shrug off her grip when mistakenly, my hands accidentally hit her on the stomach. I didn’t even know she was so close to me. “Ah….!!” Brielle screamed and quickly retracted her hands to hold her abdomen when instantly, she missed her steps and stumbled backward, her feet slipping on the stairs.
• And in a terrifying slow motion, just like a horrified movie, she rumbled down the stairs. Rolling uncontrollably, her body bouncing off each step. The sound of her fall was like a terrifying crunch.
• I froze, horror etched on my face, as Harper’s fragile form came to rest at the bottom of the stairs, motionless.
• "Sir. Madam!" Albraham's blood-curdling scream shattered the cold silence, snapping me out of my trance. I sprinted toward her, my heart racing with panic.
• *** *****
• "What happened?!" Mom shrieked over the phone, her voice piercing my eardrums. I groaned, raking my hands through my hair in frustration as I paced back and forth.
• "Calm down, Mom, she's with the doctor now,” I said, struggling to keep my tone steady.
• There was a pause before I heard Mom let out a disappointed sigh, “Look, son, something bad should better not happen to that child in her stomach." She warned, her voice laced with worry, clearly not convinced by my words. "That’s the only thing I could say for now!”
• "Mom….
• "Bye,” she hung up abruptly, cutting me off mid-sentence. 'shit!' I groaned, raking my hands through my hair in frustration while pacing back and forth outside the emergency room.
• Hours ticked by, each minute ticking up my anxiety. Fear crept in, my plate was already full, and I couldn't handle another problem. Bronson has been blowing my phone nonstop but I ignored him. I have a crucial meeting but I just can’t leave Harper here.
• Everything is just messed up!
• But what if she's right? What if the baby is mine? My mind raced, heart pounding in my chest. I rubbed my temples, trying to ward off the creeping dread.
• I feel so confused, I am here chasing after my ex wife that I intentionally kicked out while on the other hand, her pregnant sister is in the emergency because of me.
• This is so crazy mehh.
• Just then, the door swung open, and the doctor walked out, files clutched in his hand.
• “Is she okay?" I hurried toward him, anxiety spilling into my voice. "Doctor," I called, urgency etching my tone.
• He sighed, his expression solemn, and unease crept over me.
• "The baby..." The doctor's voice trailed off, his lips sagging into a sorrowful frown.
• And my heart plummeted, icy fingers wrapping around my spine. "What about the baby?" I forced out, my voice trembling.
• "I'm so sorry... We lost the baby."