29. Sinful Book 2

I didn't know how to tell him, Antonio, that I was pregnant. He had asked me why I asked us out for dinner, but any time I thought about the words to say, I'd end up blank and change the topic.

I knew why I was scared to tell him, but I didn't want to think about it, the reason. I didn't want to face his rejection, I didn't want him to blame me for getting pregnant. He might not react like that, but I didn't want to tell him just text until I was sure that he wanted children other than Diego. I mean if he wanted to get married to me, it meant he was thinking of the possibility of adding to our little family right? My thoughts were clouded, and I could hardly think straight. Throughout dinner, I ate in almost silence, leaving all the talking to Diego and Antonio and occasionally, the waiter. I couldn't think about anything that wasn't about me being pregnant.

What if the child was a boy? Or a girl? Or both? What would I do if I had twins? What would Antonio say if I were pregnant with twins?

The car ride back home was not any different from dinner. I was quite, too much into my thoughts to talk to the other people in the car with me. At some point, I think Antonio talked to me but I didn't answer him because I was out of it.

When we got home, we were greeted with a crying Samantha. Samantha had short shorts and a tank top on, she was on the couch in the living room, bawling her eyes out. I could feel a bike riding at the back of my throat as I watched her cry. Why the hell was she crying?

I said the words in my head, but it seemed like the whole house heard me because Samantha and Antonio turned to me in confusion, little Diego too.

"What?" I puffed like a five years old kid, looking away from them.

Samantha's cry increased and she did what she knows how to do best; cry to Antonio.

I watched as Samantha got up from the couch and ran to Antonio, crying as he put her arms around his waist. How desperate can one be?

Antonio and Samantha shot me a look again. What? Was I talking out loud again? I guess my body always has my best interest at heart.

Antonio peeled Samantha's hands from around him and carried Diego away, leaving me alone with the stupid green snake.

"Maybe I've been a little too nice, that's why you think you can just do whatever you want in my house," I smirked. The act was getting to me, maybe it's why I always felt nauseous anytime I looked at her; my baby didn't like her either.

"Sewa, I have no idea what you're talking about," Samantha cried, wiping away tears from her eyes. I scoffed.

"Please spare me all these fake tears. How long are you going to keep this act on? Is it not tiring?" I asked her, leaning on the wall as I watched her change. Samantha sniffed, wiping the stray tears from her eyes, then she looked up at me with a smirk, matching mine. Now this is what I wanted to see, the witch Samantha. It's the only way I can get her to leave.

"You think you're so perfect, and I thought you were at first because if Antonio decided to get himself a girlfriend after all these years, then it should be for someone perfect, right? But you're not, you're dumb and I can't say I'm disappointed," Samantha spat.

"I never said I was perfect, but I am. I am perfect to that man upstairs that you're hung up on. Your desperation was cute, but it's becoming disgusting," I shot back. Samantha scowled.

"You will never be happy with him. I will always be in the way, and I will ruin anything you think you have going on," Samantha whispered.

"Did I ever tell you that Antonio proposed to me and I rejected him?" I asked. Samantha froze, looking at me in pure shock.

"You're lying!" Samantha yelled. I smiled, because I knew how to break her. I knew what to say to make her run so mad that she never recovers. I watched Samantha, I watched as her life crumbled in her eyes. She was finding it hard to believe, but she knew there could be at least some truth to it. She didn't want to believe it fully in fear she wouldn't recover. I didn't like how good I felt to watch her crumble before my eyes, but I couldn't help it. I just wanted her to get out of my business and be on her way, not caring if something good or bad happened to her.

"Now do me a little favor and get the hell out of my house! And never think of coming back here to disturb me or my family. No one wants you here. Antonio will never go to you for anything," I said calmly, lacing as much venom in my voice as needed.

Samantha shook her head, then she smirked.

"What do you think you have over me? Huh? In fact, we're both the same, don't you think?" Samantha asked me, cocking her head to the side.

"I'm not like you and I will never be," I folded my arms, wishing she'd just go already.

"I think we are, Sewa, if not, why the hell are you fucking pregnant?" I froze. I could feel the oxygen I inhaled choking me as I watched Samantha smile, waiting for an answer to her question. I heart picked up pace, beating uncontrollably without any rhythm against my rib cage, my blood pumping faster, while boiling in anger and fear.

How the hell did she know I was pregnant? I had been careful when I checked yesterday, so how did she know about it?

"Who's pregnant?"