CHAPTER 3

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Mina's POV

2 months later

Living here with Chaeyoung has been
complete hell. My cravings have
started to develop and morning
sickness is every fu*cking hour of the
day, and I can't escape headaches
because of the literal walking one.

There's never a time where we don't
argue, and they never end because
both of us want to have the last word,
it's absolutely f*cking annoying.

Me and jeongyeon though, have been fine. We've been talking and getting closer, but I can't help but feel like Chaeyoung really hates it.

But why should she?

She doesn't take the time to talk to me.
She knows literally nothing about me
and I've actually been living with
her for almost 3 months. She can't be
protective of me because from what she makes it look like she doesn't give a shit about me, and I can say the same when it comes to her.

I sit in the living room with jeongyeon as I listen to her talk about random things that pop up in our heads. We've been at it for maybe 2 hours, and I can't say I hate it. I've learned to cherish communication since coming here because it's so hard to try and have a conversation with the woman who's child I'm going to have. I know what she's lost and she's been through so much since She was a child, but she acts like such an ass when i've done nothing to her.

But I have her sister. I won't try
anything, that's just wrong. But she's
great company here. I feel so... alone,
I guess. She makes me feel a little less
isolated than I feel already.

As we're talking, my phone rings. "Shit, Let me take this." I say giggling.

"Go ahead." She says.

I look at my screen and a smile appears as I answer.

"Mina?"

"Mark." I say with a smile.

"What the hell, I miss you!" he says
happily.

"God, I know. I've been way too busy
yelling my head off to call you. I'm
sorry. I missed you so much." I say.

"Who're you talking to." a voice says
behind me.

"So how have you been?" Mark asks,
concerned.

"Don't make me ask again." Chaeyoung says.

"Damn it, Chaeyoung." I say under my
breath. I sigh and I shake my head.

"Mark I'm sorry, I'm gonna have to call you back."

"What? Min-". I hang up quickly and
I sigh as I put my phone face down on
the counter.

"Why the hell are you talking to him?"

"I can't talk to you."I say quietly to
where she can only hear.

"You choose not to."

"Because you make me not want to.
Ever since I came here you've not
once asked me am I okay, or do I need
anything. You haven't even asked about the baby."

"That's because I have more important things to do than worrying."

"About your child?" I ask in utter
disbelief. "This baby isn't even yours.
No matter if they inseminated me with your seed or not, it's not yours. I care more about this baby than you do. If you even cared at all."

"That baby is more mine than it will
ever be yours."

I feel as if my chest has caved in,
leaving a big hole there. How dare
he? My eyes start to tear up as I stand
there. I'm not crying because she
intimidates me or because she scares
me, I'm crying because i'm doing this
alone. The only person who's supposed to be with me every step of the way during my very first pregnancy is the very one who doesn't care about it as a whole.

"You talk to him again and I'll k*ll him."

"You can't do that." I say in shock,
crying.

"Who's gonna stop me? You?"

I cry a little harder as she looks at me
with nothing but black in her eyes. Evil. Hate.

"What did you do?" Jeongyeon says,
walking up to me, then looking at
Chaeyoung.

"Stop acting like a child. I only said
what I meant.". And with that she walks
away.

I start to cry harder now that she's gone, as jeongyeon holds me, telling me it's okay while asking me what happened. I can't do anything but cry.

After sitting with Jeongyeon, I feel tired from crying, so she takes me to my room and watches me get in bed before softly shutting the door behind her, letting me be alone with the peace and quiet, and my thoughts.

I pick up my phone and I see multiple
missed calls from mark and concerned texts from him. I decide to call him. I know.

I know what Chaeyoung said, but she can't do anything if she doesn't know what i'm doing. He answers and instantly starts speaking.

"Why did you hang up so fast? Is
everything okay?"

"Yeah. Yeah, everything's fine." I say
quietly.

"Why are you talking so softly?" he
asks.

" just... tired." I lie.

"Oh... Well, get some rest. I don't
wanna-".

"No, no, it's okay." I say. "We can talk."

I hear a sigh of relief come from him, so I spark up a conversation.

"How are you?" I ask.

"I could be better. You?"

"Same. Me and Karter haven't stopped
arguing since the first day I stepped in
his house."

"So that's that relationship?"

"That's that relationship." I repeat.
"Although I wouldn't really call it one.
It's more of a hate-hate kind of thing."
We giggle and I sigh, my smile still
there unknowingly.

"I miss this. Us, Mina. Come see me.
Just once." he says.

"I don't know, Jacob. I don't think he'd
like that-"

"What? She wouldn't like that? I didn't
like when she came and took you
from everything you've known just so he can keep you on a leash until you have that baby of her." he says angrily.

"Jacob-"

"Who cares what she thinks, okay? Just... Mina, come see me. Please." he begs.

"I don't even know why you're trying to protect her. Don't you hate her?"

"Mark come on, im not protecting her.
He just... I don't know." I stumble on
my words as I try to hide the threat
made to her earlier.

"What is it?" he says impatiently.

"Nothing." I say finally. "I'm gonna go
to sleep, I'm kind of tired." I say, lying
again.

"Can you at least just think about it?"
I sigh and contemplate for a while
before I say, "Yeah. Yes, sure."

"Thank you." he says. I hang up and
sigh.

I know I shouldn't be doing this, but
Chaeyoung knows he can't keep me away from my old life forever. I mean, she just can't. But at the same time, it scares me. She threatened to k*ll Mark if I ever talked to him again, and I don't really know what she's capable of. And to be honest, I don't wanna find out.




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