Loving You is WrongChapter 1
Emma’s POV
"Congratulations! You're ten weeks pregnant. You're going to be a mom!" the doctor said.
I was shocked and happy.
My fiance—Benjamin Anderson, known as the powerful CEO in the country is going to be a father.
It kept playing back in my head after the doctor stated I am pregnant. I couldn't help but smile happily. Lastly, this might make everything different since Benjamin and I are getting married soon! I can't wait to tell him the great news.
Grateful and excited, I left the hospital. With a smile still on my face, I hop in my car.
Then I took out my phone and called Benjamin's number while I was trying to start the car. Benjamin finally picked up as I slowly made my way to the highway.
“Benj—”
But my voice hitched when I heard a sweet and seductive woman's voice on the other end. "Hello, Emma! Looking for Benj? I'm so sorry; he's a little tied up with me right now." Her voice trailed off, laced with a sigh. “You know I just came back, so I think Benjamin missed me terribly. So don’t call anymore, okay? Benjamin is mine now."
Hearing Violet's voice - Benjamin's ex-girlfriend - shattered my world. The confirmation hung heavy in the air, a sickening certainty. Tears streamed down my face as I choked out, "W-Who is this?! Why do you have his phone?!"
“Oh? Don’t you recognize my voice, Emma? Or maybe you’re just trying to act like you don’t know me? Stop playing like a fool. It doesn’t suit you.” she whispered mockingly, and added, “This is Violet, Benjamin’s first love….”
As she laughed at the other end of the line, my heart was beating fast with anger—until I accidentally hit the gas pedal and made a mistake on the street that goes around, losing control of the car and hitting the tree in front of me.
I gasped nervously and hit my head on the steering wheel. I was so out of breath that I couldn't even grab my phone on my feet but still managed to snatch my phone and put it on my ear. I called Benjamin's number over and over until he answered. Tears ran down my face as I whispered, "B—Benjamin... h–help me."
Benjamin let out a frustrated sigh and said, "Enough, Emma. I'm sick and tired of your drama. Can you stop playing?"
“Benj—”
He hung up the phone without even asking if I was okay.
Drama? Am I, for real, making this up?