Three Months Pregnant, I Left With His Twins Chapter 04

Three Months Pregnant, I Left With His Twins Chapter 04

“Sloane Hart, you switched your appointment here because you thought the Westburys wouldn’t find out?”

Margaret’s voice rang out in the prenatal waiting area while I was waiting to be called.

Seven or eight pregnant women sat around me.

Some had husbands beside them. Others had mothers or partners.

At the sound of her voice, everyone turned to look.

I stood up.

“Mrs. Westbury, this is a hospital.”

“I know exactly where I am.”

She walked closer.

“I also know you’re here for your prenatal checkup. I just didn’t expect you to keep using the maternity wing funded by the Westbury Foundation after ending the engagement.”

This wasn’t the Westbury family hospital.

The Westbury Foundation had only funded this private maternity wing. Margaret knew the head of obstetrics, so she acted like she owned the place.

Elodie followed behind her, holding a thermos and looking concerned.

“Margaret, keep your voice down. There are pregnant women everywhere.”

Margaret lowered her voice a little.

“Sloane, I don’t want to make this ugly. You shouldn’t keep this baby.”

“The spiritual advisor in Sedona has already seen it. She said this child’s energy will drag Nate down.”

“If you keep going, you won’t just destroy whatever dignity is left between you two. You’ll hurt his position in the Westbury family.”

“Mrs. Westbury, Nate and I are over. When the babies are born, they’ll be Iris Hart and Eden Hart. The name Westbury won’t be part of their lives.”

Margaret paused for a second, then let out a cold laugh.

The sound wasn’t loud, but it cut through the quiet waiting room.

“Iris Hart? Eden Hart? You’ve already picked out identities for Westbury children?”

“They aren’t Westbury children.”

“The Westbury name isn’t something you can just remove.”

“I decide their names.”

Margaret looked me up and down.

“Sloane, I won’t hide it anymore. Nate and Elodie have been close since they were children. I’ve always wanted to make this happen.”

“Elodie has known the rules of this world since day one. You haven’t.”

“I’m not looking down on you. You two simply don’t belong together.”

“End this cleanly while you still can. Don’t wait until the choice is out of your hands.”

I looked at Elodie.

She kept her eyes down, gripping the thermos.

If this was a lie, she should have denied it.

She didn’t.

One of the pregnant women’s husbands couldn’t take it anymore and stood up.

“Ma’am, this is a public place. Could you keep it down?”

Margaret turned and looked at him.

The man took half a step back.

I took a deep breath, my hand instinctively moving to protect my belly.

“Mrs. Westbury, I’m raising the babies myself.”

“Are you sure you can take that on?”

Her voice rose again.

“Two babies aren’t something you can take responsibility for just by saying you’ll do it yourself.”

“You know very well you didn’t come from this world.”

“If it weren’t for Nate, do you think you would have ever gotten into Greenwich circles?”

“And now you’re saying the Westburys shouldn’t be involved?”

The waiting room went silent.

Everyone was watching.

Elodie spoke up then.

“Margaret, stop. Sloane’s been through enough.”

She turned to me.

“Sloane, Margaret isn’t trying to humiliate you. She’s just worried.”

Then she turned back to Margaret.

“Let’s go. Let her have her appointment in peace.”

Margaret let herself be pulled a few steps, then turned back.

She pulled an envelope from her bag and set it on the arm of a waiting chair.

“There’s a cashier’s check inside.”

“Sign the waiver and end this with dignity. Your recovery and future won’t be a problem.”

I stared at the envelope.

I registered that this was really happening.

A woman standing in a prenatal waiting room, in front of all these pregnant women, was offering me money to give up my babies.

A sharp pain twisted in my belly.

I grabbed the chair beside me.

Another one, stronger.

A nurse rushed over from the triage desk.

“What’s happening? How many weeks?”

“Twelve weeks, twins.”

The nurse’s face turned serious immediately.

“Sit down. Don’t move. I’ll get the doctor.”

Margaret stood two steps away, the envelope still in her hand.

“Don’t turn this into a spectacle.”

Elodie crouched down and touched my arm.

“Sloane, don’t be scared. It’ll be okay.”

I pulled my arm away.

The doctor arrived with a wheelchair and helped me into it.

Margaret still stood there, unsure whether to leave or stay.

As the wheelchair rolled down the hallway, the waiting room doors opened.

A woman walked in.

Her gaze swept the room and landed straight on me.

She crouched down and covered my hand with hers.

“Sloane, I’m here.”

Vivian.

The moment Margaret saw her, every expression on her face froze.

Her lips moved.

“Ms. Hart?”