He Cried and Begged When It's too Late

"Is this it?" I asked, staring at the body laid out before me.

The man nodded. "Identical to your measurements. Once the switch is made, no one will know the difference."

I swallowed hard, forcing myself to inspect every detail. It looked eerily real—down to the faint freckles on the arms. This was it. The first step to freedom.

"Good," I said finally, standing straighter. "Make it happen."

Without waiting for a reply, I left the building, the cool air outside clearing my thoughts. My next stop was my lawyer’s office.

“I want the divorce papers ready as soon as possible,” I said, sliding into the chair opposite his desk.

The lawyer raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure, Mrs. Rose?”

“I’ve never been sure of anything,” I replied firmly.

He nodded, scribbling down notes as I gave him instructions. Everything was moving into place.

From the lawyer’s office, I went to the pharmacy, slipping inside with my coat pulled tightly around me.

“Do you have something…” I hesitated, lowering my voice. “Discreet. For termination.”

The pharmacist glanced at me, then wordlessly handed me a small bag. “Follow the instructions carefully,” he said.

I nodded, clutching the bag tightly as I left. The plan was in motion.

When I arrived home, the sight before me made my blood boil.

Carmela was rearranging the living room, moving things that had been perfectly fine where they were. She spotted me and immediately pasted on a sugary smile.

“Oh, Felicity,” she said sweetly. “I hope you don’t mind. Adrian told me I could redecorate. For the baby, of course.”

I didn’t respond, walking past her without a word. Her fake kindness grated on me, but I wasn’t about to let her win.

In my room, I began packing.

Carmela appeared in the doorway, leaning against the frame. “Going somewhere?” she asked, her tone falsely casual.

“A business meeting,” I said curtly.

Her smile widened. “Too bad I’m not your secretary anymore. Adrian asked me to resign so I could focus on our baby.”

I turned to her, my lips curving into a mocking smile. “Our baby? Funny. Adrian told me you’re just the surrogate. That baby will be ours soon, and you’ll disappear. Just like that.”

Her face fell, and I saw the panic flash in her eyes. “That’s not true,” she snapped, her voice rising.

I shrugged. “Ask him yourself.”

Carmela’s hands flew to her stomach, her breathing shallow as she turned and fled the room, tears streaming down her face.

Minutes later, Adrian stormed into my room. “What did you say to her?” he demanded.

I looked at him calmly. “I told her the truth. Isn’t that what you said? The baby is ours.”

“Felicity,” he said sharply, “don’t be insensitive. You’re upsetting her.”

“Is that my fault?” I asked, my tone flat.

He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Just… cook dinner for us, okay? It’ll make up for the mess you’ve caused.”

I smiled faintly. “Of course.”

In the kitchen, I started cooking, ignoring the murmurs I could hear from the living room. Adrian and Carmela were talking in hushed tones, but I didn’t care. This was my moment to act.

Once the food was ready, I carefully added the medicine to the dish meant for Carmela. Stirring it gently, I set the plates on the table and called them in.

They sat down, thanking me as if everything were normal.

“I’ll be leaving for a business trip tonight,” I said, picking at my food.

Adrian barely looked up. “Fine. Just make sure the project stays on track.”

I nodded, rising from the table. “Enjoy your meal.”

Grabbing my bag, I walked out the door, my heart pounding. The cab I’d called earlier was waiting at the curb.

As I drove away, the sound of an ambulance siren pierced the night. It raced past us, heading toward the house I’d just left.

I didn’t need to look back to know where it was going.

Adrian’s going to lose that baby just like he had lost me.