A Doll for the Boss

I didn't know at what moment the call had ended, but I realized because his phone flew over my head and crashed into the wall. "What's happening?" I asked, scared. I had to be honest, his face was pure terror.

"You..."

He screamed like a madman, pulling at his hair. His face was red like a tomato and his eyes were popping out of his sockets. What had they told him? Could it be that? No. No, that wasn't possible. No one knew.

"You, you're a liar, a climber like your father. I should have let you die in that bar that night. You orchestrated this whole plan with your damn father. How long did you plan on hiding it from me? Acting innocent all this time?" "But what are you talking about?" I asked nervously. I was nothing like my father, he was wrong about that.

"You're pregnant. You did it on purpose. You tricked me."

Everything happened in slow motion. In a matter of seconds, the glass went through my head, the table was smashed, his hands were bleeding, and he kept screaming in other languages. Upon his accusation, all I could do was cry. For the first time in my life, I was crying, showing my weakness.

"Don't cry. I don't believe your crocodile tears. You're a soulless woman."

"I didn't ask for this. You weren't very responsible either. You should have used a condom. It's not just my fault, but of course, as a woman, I bear all the blame. You have no shame. You're a damn emotionless robot."

Those words did something to him because he lost the little sanity he had left. He slammed my body against the wall, holding me by the throat. The air was leaving me, and tears kept streaming down my cheeks. I tried to defend myself by scratching his face, but he wouldn't let go.

"You're hurting me. I can't breathe. Let me go," I struggled to say, but he had lost his sanity.

"Let her go!"

An unfamiliar voice filled the room. In seconds, Zerkan's body rolled on the floor with the stranger. They became a massive ball of muscles and punches. The service staff didn't hesitate to interfere, separating them. It was then that I realized that the one fighting with my husband, or rather my attacker, was the doctor from the hospital.

"You're not a real man. How dare you hit your wife. I knew something was wrong when she hid the arrival of the baby from you," the doctor shouted. I still didn't know his name, or at least I couldn't remember it. "This is none of your business. Who let you in? This is my house and my wife. I can do whatever I want. You'll pay for this."

"Do whatever you want. I'm not afraid of you. Right now, I'm taking Samantha with me."

"You're crazy if you think you're taking her."

"Challenge me and see."

Both men looked at each other defiantly, talking about me as if I weren't present or capable of making decisions.

"That's enough! Don't talk about me as if I'm not here or incapable of making decisions. You," I shouted, addressing Zerkan, "are the most despicable being on this planet, but you'll pay dearly. You'll regret all of this." "I... I didn't know how to react."

I could see the remorse on his face, but what he had done to me wasn't something that could be easily forgiven. However, the one to blame for all of this was my father. He had set a trap for me, throwing me to the lions. "Shut up! You have no excuse. I'll leave with the doctor. I need to be treated. We'll talk later when you're calmer. I want a divorce."

"You know you can't divorce. We'll talk later. We don't need an audience."

"Go to hell!"

"Samantha..."

I didn't care about his warning tone. I took the doctor's hand and we left my prison.

Luckily, the doctor had his own car. We were on our way to somewhere, and neither of us said a word.