While I was in labor, he was accompanying his mistress

I lay in the hospital bed, clutching my swollen belly as a contraction ripped through my body. I gritted my teeth, trying to breathe through the pain.

Where was Harris? He was supposed to be here with me, holding my hand and coaching me through this. But, he was doing this for his ex-lover, for someone else's baby.

I was fortunate that an old lady saw me on the road and immediately helped me get to the Hospital. I can't imagine what I would have done, had the kind lady not helped me.

I looked around the sterile hospital room, feeling a sense of panic rising up. The nurse was busy checking the monitors, but there was no sign of the baby’s movement.

The nurse rushed over to my side. She then said in a concerned voice, "Ms. Darcy, I'm going to check on the baby's heart rate. Can you try to relax for me?"

I nodded, trying to focus on my breathing. But my mind kept wandering back to Harris. Did he not care about me or his baby? How could he leave me alone in this situation?

I looked at the nurse, who was trying to avoid my gaze and was looking extremely worried.

"What's going on?" I asked her. "Why are you looking so worried?"

The nurse hesitated, looking uncomfortable. "I'm not supposed to say anything, Ms. Darcy. But...I think you should prepare yourself for the worst."

I felt a chill run down my spine. What did she mean?

But before I could ask any more questions, another contraction hit, leaving me gasping for air. The nurse rushed to my side, helping me to breathe through the pain.

As the contractions intensified, I couldn't help but wonder why Harris was not with me. Didn't he promise me that he would be with me when I would deliver the baby for him?

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After going through the hard c-section surgery, I was advised to take a proper rest and then try walking along the corridor. After taking enough rest, I began walking along the corridor.

My legs came to an abrupt halt as I heard familiar voice coming from the door beside me.

It was Harris's voice. It sounded somewhat cute and funny. A female voice also sounded from inside.

I slowly opened the door, peeking through the crack to see what was going on. And what I saw made my heart feel like it had been ripped in two.

Harris was sitting on the couch. A huge smile had spread through his face as he played with a tiny baby. But it wasn't our baby. It was Cindy's.

I couldn't help feeling betrayed and hurt. How could he? How could he be so happy and carefree with his ex's baby, when just yesterday he had left me alone and in pain to go to her?

I watched, frozen in shock, as Harris gently put the baby on his lap, cooing and laughing with her. Cindy sat beside him, smiling and chatting with him like they were old friends.

“She is so cute! What will she call me, Cindy?” He asked excitedly,

“You are his Godfather, Harris! If you don't mind, I will let her call you DaDa.” She replied. Harris laughed before saying excitedly, “I like that. She will call me DaDa then.”

I felt a pang of jealousy and hurt. Why was he so happy with her, when he had never shown me that kind of joy and affection?

Just then, Harris looked up and caught my gaze over them. For a moment, we just stared at each other, with no one talking. The only sound that heard was the gentle cooing of the baby.

Harris face sank and he looked away, clearing his throat. He then turned to me, asking hesitantly, “Darcy, You...uh… What are you doing here?"

Then, as if remembering something only now, he looked down at my stomach. After noticing the lack of baby bump, his face instantly turned pale. He looked up to meet my eyes as he asked excitedly, “Have you delivered already?”

“Why are you asking now? Do you even care?” I blurted out. He chuckled. He immediately passed the baby to Cindy and stood up, saying, “Darcy, let me explain…”

I felt a surge of anger and hurt. Explain? He wanted to explain? After what I had just seen?

I shook my head in refusal. Tears were formed in my eyes but I didn't let them fall.

"No," I refused him in strict voice,” I don't think there's anything to talk about."

And with that, I turned and walked away, leaving Harris and Cindy alone with their happy little family. But, Harris chased after me, saying, “Darcy! You are taking me wrong. It's not like this…”