Claiming her babies

ETHAN’S POV

It’s been a month since I last saw Monica and every day of my life, I regret ever hurting her. I’ve been burying myself in my word, seldomly going home and trying to get my mind off the fact that I might never impregnate a woman.

“Can I come in sir?” my secretary said after knocking from outside my office door

“Yes Frank, you can come in,” I said, my eyes not leaving the paper I was reading.

“I’m just coming from the Sterlings Mansion and Mrs Sterling has a message for you” My gaze instantly left the papers I was previously reading as they landed on Frank.

Seeing the bouquet and box he came back with, I knew Monica had rejected my gift again. I’ve been trying to sway her and get her back but it’s been very hard doing so.

“What did she say?’ I asked, dropping my pen and running my hand through my hair. I’ve tried taking her out, giving her a gift, and even buying her a car but she rejected everything. What was I doing wrong?

“I can’t say it to you, sir. I suggest you listen to it yourself. Saying it myself would seem I’m disrespecting you and I can’t lose my job because of that” he uttered as he brought out his phone and played the voice recording

“Tell that stupid boss of yours that this is his final warning. The next time he comes to my house and disturbs me with his worthless gifts, I’m going to sue him for invasion of privacy and I’m not going to stop there”

The voice recording ended and I couldn’t help but clenched my fist. What more can I do to get Monica back? Why has she been a hard nut to crack?

“So is there anything you would want me to_”

“Get out Frank” I commanded coldly as Monica’s words replayed in my head. What was Nicholas doing to keep Monica by his side? Why can’t I have the woman I want?

“Hey babe,” Mia said, carrying lots of shopping bags and her heels clicking against the tiles as she walked to where I sat. Her presence here only increased the rage I was feeling.

“What are you doing here?” I asked, my voice cold and distant.

“I came to see my husband,” she said excitedly, as she dropped her bags and walked towards me.

“Get out Mia. I don’t want to see you” I uttered, frowning deeply as I stared at her.

Mia has been nothing but a huge liability. From eating to sleeping to spending all my money on clothes and shoes and stupid lingerie. I regret ever choosing her over Monica.

Mia brings nothing to the table but her body. “Come on babe, are you still angry about what I did? I’m sorry about cheating on you” she said, walking behind me and placing her hands on my shoulders

“Mia get out” I yelled as I rose to my feet and turned to look at her, staring daggers at her.

“Why are you screaming at me?” She asked, her face having a shocked expression “I said I’m sorry. Is this about sleeping with your secretary? But you already fired him?”

“Yes I fired him but that doesn’t change the fact that you cheated on me. I loved you Mia and yet you deceived me. I chose Monica over you but you still manipulated me. Monica would never manipulate me for any reason” I said, angry about what she did.

I still haven’t gotten over the fact that she slept with my former secretary to give me a child. Monica would never do such a thing to me. Monica was calm, polite, compassionate, and always very considerate.

She would always ask my permission before doing anything but Mia wasn’t like that. Mia was always asking for money, never considerate, and always partying and spending all my money on shoes and jewelry. She was a huge liability.

Monica would always remember my birthday. Monica would always cook my favorite and beg me to eat. She would always make sure I ate before leaving for the office. She would always buy something nice for me but Mia was never like Monica and I wonder what I ever saw in Mia.

“So this is about my sister, right? You still haven’t gotten over her. All you ever do is complain. Nothing I ever do is good enough for you” Mia yelled, her veins threatening to pop out of her neck.

“your sister? What do you mean by your sister? I’m talking about Monica and you are talking_”

“Monica is my step-sister. We share the same mother but not the same father” she uttered, cutting me short.

“Well, you two are not alike. Ever since you stepped back into my life, all you’ve ever done was spend my hard-earned money. Just because the money is available doesn’t give you the right to use it. I remember when Monica was still with me, she would suggest we give some money to the orphanage homes but you, you just squander and ask for more money” I said.

“I don’t care if Monica gave money to the orphanage home. I don’t care if Monica did this or that but you’re correct about us not being alike. I can never be like my weak and stupid sister who didn’t use your money when she had the chance to” Mia said, her voice sharp as she stared daggers at me.

“if this continues Mia, I’ll be forced to take drastic actions” I warned staring daggers at her.

“And what do you mean by that? Are you threatening me?” She asked, her gaze narrowing as she took a step closer to me.

“Yes Mia, I am. I won’t tolerate this reckless behavior any longer. I’m tired of it. You need to understand that there are consequences for your actions” I said, my voice steady but firm

“Oh so now, you’re going to play the strict husband? Go ahead Ethan, do your worst but remember I won’t make anything you decide to do easy for you” she said, her eyes blazing with defiance

“Oh, so now you’re going to play the strict husband? Go ahead, Nicholas. Do your worst. But remember, you chose me. You wanted me in your life,” she said, her gaze daring. She smirked then hissed, turning on her heel and storming out of my office.

“Hello sir, I have a package for you,” Secretary Frank said, his head pecking through the door as he waited for me to give him the go-ahead to enter my office.

“What is it? Who brought the package?” I asked as I sighed and sat on my chair in exhaustion.

“I don’t know sir but your name is on it,” he said as he dropped the package on my desk.

Looking at the small brown box, I frowned the instant I realized there was no name on it except my name. “You may go, Frank,” I said and he walked away.

I opened the box in curiosity to find a white envelope and a small note.

“Do a DNA test on Monica’s kids”

The paper read and turning the back of the paper, I discovered it was empty. My gaze landed on the white envelope inside the box and I proceeded to open it.