Wrong Injection

CHAPTER 21

I glared at Veronica, my anger simmering just below the surface. "Why did you have to tell her I'm the father of your child? Was that really necessary?" I gritted out, my jaw clenched in frustration. This whole situation was a nightmare. Veronica had shown up at my office this morning, claiming she was pregnant with my child. I had my doubts, but after visiting three different hospitals and running multiple pregnancy tests, it was confirmed: she was indeed a month pregnant. I remembered our last encounter, the day I left for Ghana. It all added up. While I was thrilled at the prospect of becoming a father, the fact that Veronica was the mother was a different story altogether.

"Oh please, that's who you are, right?" she said, her tone dripping with sarcasm. And I rubbed my face, feeling a headache coming on.

"Get in the car before I leave you here," I growled, striding towards my vehicle. I was seething with anger and frustration. The thought of having to accommodate Veronica until she gave birth was suffocating me. But I had no choice. She was carrying my child, and I couldn't trust her to take care of herself, let alone my unborn child. She was a wild card, and I needed to keep her close to ensure the safety of my child. The thought of it all was exhausting.

As I drove us to the house, I was a whirlwind of emotions - confusion, frustration, and anger. But then, a smile crept onto my face as I thought of Milani. She looked adorable in her sweatpants and white shirt. I couldn't help but want to see those beautiful eyes and pink lips again. That was why I pulled over, but she did not give me a chance to talk to her.

The drive home was silent, and I was grateful for Veronica's uncharacteristic quietness. Her constant chatter usually gave me a headache. As we walked into the living room, I greeted my mom with a warm "Hi, mom." But she didn't return the greeting with her usual warmth. Instead, her eyes narrowed, fixed on Veronica.

"How was work today?" she asked, her tone neutral, but her gaze still cold.

"Hectic," I replied. "I was in my office, and she showed up," I said, nodding towards Veronica.

"Why did she show up after weeks of not hearing from her?" she asked, her tone laced with skepticism.

I took a deep breath before dropping the bombshell. "She's pregnant with my child." Mom's expression changed from skepticism to shock.

"Pregnant?" she stuttered, her eyes wide with surprise.

Veronica, sensing an opportunity to play the victim, rubbed her flat stomach and spoke up. "Yes Sarah, I'm carrying your grandchild, so please, treat me nicely. The baby will need that." I rolled my eyes, annoyed by her dramatics. Mom, however, seemed to take Veronica's words to heart.

"Alright Veronica, don't worry at all. I promise to treat my unborn grandchild with love and care." Veronica smiled, seemingly satisfied with Mom's response.

"Good. I'm going to make myself comfortable in one of the rooms. My baby needs some rest now." With that, she started walking upstairs, leaving me to exchange a frustrated glance with Mom. I chuckled wryly, hating the fact that my life had just become even more complicated.

As soon as Veronica disappeared from view, Mom turned to me with a concerned expression. "Sultan, is it true?" she asked.

"I wish it wasn't true Mom. I did want her to carry my child, but not anymore. She's engaged," I said, the words tasting bitter in my mouth and Mom's expression turned grave.

"This is not good," she said, shaking her head. "But it's okay, just think about your child she's carrying." I nodded, trying to focus on the positive.