Daisy Pov
I decided not to pick a fight, and that day we went to the hospital together taking several tests. He was busy on the day we were supposed to get the results so I went alone.
The doctor met me and told me that my husband had a low sperm count. My heart sank the moment I heard of the news.
"Doctor what does this mean?" I asked, gripping the arms of my chair even though I already knew the answer.
"It means that it will be very difficult for your husband to get you pregnant, the chances are very,very low."
A thousand and one were spinning in my head as it gradually fell to the floor. Robert was a proud man, if he knew about this–that he was the one with the problem. He would be absolutely devastated.
As cold as he had been recently, I still loved him, and didn't want him to be hurt.
"Doctor, can you do me a favor? I'll make sure that you are well 'compensated'" I paid a doctor to formulate a different result, one where I was the one with a problem.
That's what I took to my husband who was surprisingly back late into the afternoon, instead of deep in the night as it normally was for us now.
"The doctor said that my womb is too fragile to properly house a fetus…which is why I keep struggling to get pregnant,"
Despite everything that had happened and the rocky patch we were going through, I still expected for my husband to reach out for me and gently pull me into his warm chest consoling me. Instead he started to pace around the living room then suddenly he stopped and snapped his eyes over to me.
"So all this time it's been your fault?" His comment hit me like a whiplash. At that moment I felt so foolish that the very person I sought to protect was lashing out at me without hesitation.
He suddenly called down after steaming up, then he walked over to me and gave me that much awaited hug though this time it felt cold.
"I'm sorry for yelling at you," the apology seem to us exhaust him as he spoke, "it's not your fault, besides you got pregnant before so maybe we can keep trying and this time–you'll make sure you're not stressed,"
His suggestion made fear creep into my life, what if he ended up digging into my life and finding me out? I didn't want that.
I just hope that he didn't get suspicious.
The next day, he got ready for work. I woke up extra early so I could catch him putting on his tie when I walked into the bedroom. He noticed me and grunted good morning while keeping his eyes on the mirror.
"Good morning," I greeted him with more enthusiasm than he had, already prepping an excuse for him in my mind; he must be tired from working.
"Honey, there's something I wanted to bring up with you for a while…"
Still working on his tie, he asked me; "What?"
I told him that I was thinking of coming back to the company to really work, that staying home all day was making me depressed and finally he looked at me.
"No," he said firmly, "aren't you still depressed about the first pregnancy?"
My chest tightened as he reminded me of the baby I miscarried, but I kept a neutral expression not showing my heart.
"Aren't you? I'm sure you're still sad about the baby too but you're going to work,"
He bit his bottom lip, "Well, somebody needs to pay the bills in this house, I don't see why you are angry. I'm the one who has to work all day while you sit back and spend my money,"
"Your money?" I tried to clarify if he was talking about the company I inherited and then made him CEO, he backtracked a little bit still fiddling with his tie.
"It was a slip of tongue, gosh! you really have to make a big deal out of nothing all the time," he finally gave up on the tie and threw it to the floor before marching out, saying nothing more to me.
This…this was getting so tiring.
I love this man with all of my heart, but how much longer would I have to put up with this?
That day I decided not to remain cooped up inside of the house, so I got dressed up in a nice simple gown, nothing too showy or flashy. Then I went to the mall, I avoided the kids and baby sections like a plague and bought some new clothes for myself. It felt good like a breath of fresh air after holding myself back for so long.
But I was met with an unpleasant surprise when I tried to pay for my purchases and the card was handed back to me with the claim that it was invalid.
"Check again…" another swipe and then I was told that there was partly enough India to even cover a top from my haul.
"No, there's a lot of money in that account,"
The boutique employee looked at me helplessly, "I don't know what to say Ma'am you might have to get in touch with your bank,"
"B-but…"
"If you can't pay then make way for others," a familiar voice snapped at me from behind, I turned around and saw my mother-in-law Mrs Brown, a small hopeful smile found its way to my lips when I assumed she had only spoken to me like that because she hadn't recognized me.
"Mom, thank goodness we ran into to each other I don't know what's going on but–"
"Are you deaf?" Her voice rose angrily, "and blind too? Can't you see that I'm busy now?"
I was silenced as she paid for her own purchases, my eyes growing wider with each one I saw. Each bag was worth at least a one year salary for a well-paid employee in my company.
After she was done I directed her back to my plight, even promising to pay her back the money once I got my account sorted out, I hardly could speak when a slap hit me out of the blue.