Chapter 81: 81 ~ Mira
I was wailing by the time he walked out without looking back. I knew following him would be pointless. He could go ahead and hit me in the process. There was no telling what he would do.
He had changed yet again. This man had proved how unpredictable he was.
Not bothering how late it was, I practically ran to his mother’s side of the house.
Surprisingly she was awake and seated in her living room watching a show I did not care to know about.
Donna sat up as soon as she saw me.
"Why are you crying?"
I choked on a sob as I tried to speak and she immediately rubbed my back.
"Mira, stress isn’t good for a pregnant woman. Breathe."
I let out a breath as I nodded, trying to gather my words.
"He doesn’t want the baby,"
She went quiet for a bit.
"Did he say that to you?"
"Yes. And he’s being so mean to me," I said.
Donna let out a sigh. She looked like she was pondering on what to do.
"Just relax, I’ll talk to him. He’s probably just shocked."
"It’s been two days since I told him," I pointed out.
"Give him time. He’ll come around."
I wasn’t sure about that but I nodded anyway.
Then I went on to tell what had just transpired.
"Dio mio, this boy!" She exclaimed.
"I need you to go to bed okay? Stop crying. At least for the sake of the baby."
"Okay." I said.
She had a guard escort me to my room and as soon as I got in, I tucked myself in and slept.
~
The next morning, I waited at the dining table for Jace to come down. He did not show up.
I was on the verge of tears again when Donna Carmela walked. Her eyes met mine.
I shook my head in the negative, understanding the question in her gaze.
I heard her tsk and sigh. Abruptly, she turned and headed towards the stairs.
I took some time before following.
I trudged up the stairs slowly until I heard voices coming from Jace’s home office.
I snuck to the door and plastered myself to the wall beside it.
"If you did not want a child. You should have opted for a vasectomy!"
"She’s supposed to be on the pill!" Jace retorted.
"Why did you marry her if you don’t want children? Answer me!"
I held my breath, eavesdropping and anxiously waiting to hear his response.
"Mom, this has nothing to do with you. I don’t understand why you cannot mind your business and stay out of my marriage."
"Jace, I did not raise you to be a beast."
"You did not raise me at all. Dad did!" He yelled.
"If your father behaved the way you’re doing right now, you would not exist."
"I wish I didn’t!!"
The silence was heavy after that.
Then with a tone as cold as ice, Donna Carmela said, "You should have died. Not Rocco."
I gasped, clasping my palm over my mouth.
"Of course you’d say that. He was your favorite anyways,"
"He listened to me. He saw women as humans and not objects. You have tortured that girl enough,"
"She is not keeping that baby."
I placed my palm over my belly. Was he suggesting an abortion?
"She is keeping my grandchild."
"This is a wrong time. We can have other babies!"
"Yeah right. Can you even hear yourself?!"
This was the first time I was hearing Donna yell on top of her lungs. She sounded frustrated by her son’s behaviour. Who wouldn’t be?
Jace Romano was inconsiderate. He didn’t think of anyone but himself. I couldn’t believe I was beginning to feel something for him. I was so dumb to assume he had a soft side that would even become softer with the birth of a child. I was so wrong.
And I was right to want to leave all along. I did not deserve this.
I had heard enough. My legs felt heavy as I walked back to my room.
I found myself seated on the floor staring into space at the thought of what my life had become. It was a total mess. Too much of a mess no one would really understand.
Roberto was right. I had let myself get too carried away playing wife. It had come back to bite me in the ass.
We had not spoken since our altercation when I was in the Maldives.
I picked up my phone and called him.
"How nice of you to remember I exist." He said sarcastically, the moment he picked up.
"You got me mad," I croaked out. My voice failed me. It held so many emotions.
"Are you crying? Is there something wrong?" His tone changed to something of worry. It sounded like he would jump into his vehicle at that very instant.
"No..."
"Mira, talk to me. Did he hurt you?"
I hesitated for a second.
"Well, yes," I finally said, choking on a sob.
Roberto flared up immediately. "That bastard! He hit you?"
"No no. He didn’t hit me. The thing is..." I trailed off, not knowing how to explain.
"Tell me what he did."
"I’m pregnant." I said with a wince.
"Isn’t that what you wanted?"
"Yes, but..."
"But?" He sounded impatient now.
"He doesn’t want the baby." I told him, shutting my eyes tightly as Jace’s words replayed in my head.
"I’ll be with you shortly."
"Roberto don’t do anything-"
He hung up before I could speak further.
"Oh no,"
I knew my brother well enough and he was a fireball once enraged. He had always been super protective of me. There was no telling what he would do when he got here.
I tried calling him to stop him from coming here but he wasn’t picking up. I texted him and frantically sent voice notes pleading with him to not do anything stupid but he was not responding.
I gripped my hair. "Oh God, no."