Chapter 15

Max's POV

"I believe that is none of your business," Priscilla calmly stated, her gaze shifting away as she continued to savor each bite of her meal. Her eyes once filled with tears and anguish, now appeared distant and cold.

"Well, is it a crime if I desire to understand you? To truly know you on a deeper level," I inquired, my gaze fixed upon her. Memories of her pitiful cries and desperate pleas from the past flooded my mind, contrasting sharply with her current behavior.

"No one can truly understand me, so there is no need for you to waste your precious time attempting to unravel the mystery that is me," Priscilla replied, her voice tinged with a hint of resignation.

"Why not allow me the opportunity to try and understand you? To see if I can succeed where others have failed?" I pressed, a genuine curiosity evident in my tone.

A faint frown played upon her face as she pondered my request. "And why, pray tell, would you want to undertake such a futile attempt?"

"Because I envision you as the mother of my future children," I confessed, causing her to shoot me a piercing glare.

"Are you trying to replace me with your stupid wife? And speaking of her, did you ever truly love her? I mean, I never witnessed you shed a single tear or display any anger towards anyone after your breakup," Priscilla inquired, her voice laced with a mix of skepticism and curiosity.

Her question struck me with a force I had not expected. Did I genuinely love my wife as I had always believed? The doubt began to bite at my heart, leaving me questioning the genuineness of my past emotions.

"Honestly, I have no clue. Maybe I just don't get what love is. Maybe I didn't give her the kind of love she wanted. Maybe that's why she went and cheated on me. Maybe that's why I'm not even that hurt about it. I think I'm the one to blame here. Do you know what you said the other day? It hit me like a ton of bricks. I think you're right. "I said

"What did I say?" Priscilla asked.

"You said Nelly was torn between my money and my uncle's love... It made me realize that I didn't love her enough, that she had to find it in someone else's arms," I said.

"Well, I think you're just too damn soft and gentle. People see that and they'll use you for their own gain. Your wife cheated on you because she knew you wouldn't do a damn thing about it," Priscilla said, and I couldn't help but look at her.

"I'm proud of the man I have become. I'm glad that I didn't turn up to be like my dad… I'm glad I'm a gentleman, not a monster like he was." I told her and her expression changed when I mentioned my dad…

Priscilla's POV

My expression tightened, and my pulse started speeding. Ugh, just the mention of the word "Father" makes me want to hurl. It disgusts me to the core, but I try to hold it in.

"Was your father abusive?" I ask, my throat dry.

"That's a story for another day... I don't like talking about it, actually," he says, unease written all over his face.

I didn't say anything after that. We eat our breakfast in silence. So many questions about his father swirl in my mind. Was he abusive? But hey, it's none of my business, right?

After breakfast, my class starts. I spent a grueling 7 hours studying. Yeah, it's a productive way to spend my life, I guess. Even though it'll take me forever to finish, I'm determined to work my ass off.

As the classes finally came to an end, a wave of exhaustion washed over me, leaving me feeling utterly drained. I couldn't pinpoint exactly when this weariness had started to settle in, but it seemed to have engulfed my entire being. Fatigue had taken hold of me, and I couldn't fathom why. Collapsing onto the bed, I felt a sense of unease wash over me. It was as if my body was rebelling against me, each muscle and bone protesting with weariness.

Suddenly, a sharp pain gripped my stomach, intensifying with each passing minute. I could feel my condition deteriorating rapidly, and panic began to set in. What on earth was happening to me? My stomach churned with discomfort, and a wave of nausea washed over me. With a sense of urgency, I propelled myself out of bed and stumbled towards the bathroom, desperately seeking relief. The sink became my refuge as I emptied the contents of my stomach, leaving me feeling hollow and empty once the ordeal was over.

Weakness overcame me, and my knees buckled beneath me, causing me to collapse onto the cool bathroom floor. Beads of sweat formed on my forehead, trickling down my face, evidence of the distress my body was experiencing.

Never in my entire life had I felt this sick. Fear gripped my heart as I contemplated the severity of my condition. Was this the end? Was I on the brink of death?

Amid my anguish, I heard Max's voice calling out my name, breaking through the haze of my suffering.

"Max..." I managed to croak, summoning what little energy I had left.

Max, concerned and alarmed, rushed towards me, his face etched with worry.

"Priscilla, what happened to you?" he asked, his voice filled with genuine concern.

"I'm not feeling well," I sobbed, my voice trembling. "Please, take me to the hospital."

Without hesitation, Max scooped me up into his arms, cradling me gently as he carried me towards the door.

Max's POV…

My heart raced and I hurriedly left the house, unable to go to Mark's distant hospital. I had no choice but to take her to the nearest one. Today, I would face exposure and I was unprepared for Priscilla's anger. Placing her in the backseat, I started the car and drove faster as Priscilla screamed in pain. After a few minutes, I parked in front of the hospital and carried her inside. The doctors and nurses took her to the ward, instructing me to wait outside while they examined her. I was certain she now knew about the pregnancy and I felt utterly helpless.

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