ASHER'S REJECTION
ASHER'S POV
"Congratulations, Mrs. Morren. You're pregnant."
The doctor's voice was gentle, but the words felt louder than thunder in my ears.
"Pregnant??" Woooo…..
For four years, that word had been a silent prayer I whispered into pillows soaked with tears, four years of hospital corridors that smelled antiseptic and of disappointment.
Four years of negative test results and tight smiles from nurses who avoided my eyes.
Four years of pretending I was strong.
And today… Heaven finally looked at me.
My fingers trembled as I collected the test result. I stared at the tiny printed confirmation like it might disappear if I blinked too hard. My vision blurred anyway. Tears spilled freely down my cheeks, and I let them.
I pressed my palm against my stomach.
"There you are…" I whispered.
Fred would be happy; no, he would be overjoyed. My husband, the untouchable CEO, the golden son of the Morren empire.
The man who had slowly grown distant over the years but who still wanted one thing more than anything else: an heir.
This baby would fix everything, right?? Or wouldn't it? I asked myself.
I drove home that evening with my heart lighter than it had been in years. The sky was gray, heavy with rain, but I didn't care. Even the traffic felt poetic instead of frustrating.
I rehearsed how I would tell him.
Maybe I would cook his favorite meal.
Maybe I would hand him the result in a gift box.
Maybe,.....
Then the mansion gates came into view… Morren's mighty mansion …
Very broad and speaks with authority; I am really blessed… I whisper to myself with a smile.
That was when I saw it.
The luggage.
At first, my brain refused to process what my eyes were seeing: suitcases, boxes, and clothes.
Shoes.
All scattered across the driveway like trash thrown out after spring cleaning.
The rain poured down mercilessly, soaking fabric, ruining leather, and washing away dignity.
I remained seated in the car; my fingers froze around the steering wheel. Something in my chest tightened painfully. Could this be… my property? Had I imagined this scene?
This has to be a mistake.
Slowly, I stepped out. My heels sank into shallow puddles, cold water splashed against my ankles, and the rain drenched my hair within seconds, but I didn't move to shield myself.
I walked closer, no mistake. That was my wedding photo frame cracked in half.
That was my favorite blue dress lying in the mud.
My grip loosened.
The pregnancy report slipped from my fingers and landed in the water at my feet. I stared at it as the ink began to bleed into the rain, dissolving proof of my miracle.
I immediately ran to the door in full curiosity…
The door loomed ahead, and I pushed it open with the last of my strength. And froze.
Here they are, standing in the living room, as if they had been waiting for me since God knows when…
Fred. His mother. Sandra. And behind her… her smug parents.
I opened my mouth, closed it, and my heart thudded violently.
"What is going on?" My voice sounded small, almost foreign. "What is… what is going on?
Here comes Sandra, tall, elegant, and perfectly styled even in the storm.
Already wearing the diamond necklace Fred gave me on our third anniversary.
My breath caught.
She smiled… and stepped towards me.
"Hey, barren," she called sweetly.
The word hit harder than the rain.
Behind her stood the rest of the audience, and a few house staff members, pretending not to stare.
I swallowed the lump in my throat.
"What is going on? "...I asked once again. …?
Sandra responded while folding her arms casually, "I thought by now you would have picked up your trash and left."
My heart began to pound violently. "This is my home," I fired back. …,
Before I could say another word, she stepped closer, lowering her voice.
"Not anymore."
Her perfume filled my lungs, expensive and familiar.
A strange memory flickered in my mind: office dinners where Fred insisted Sandra was just a "business partner's daughter." Family gatherings where she somehow always found a reason to sit close to him, claiming nothing was going on between them anymore, that they were just business partners.
I had ignored it.
I had trusted my husband.
I raised my hand instinctively, not to hit her, but to create space between us.
But someone grabbed my wrist midair, Fred.
His grip was tight and cold…
I barely had time to register the expression on his face before pain exploded across my cheek.
The slap echoed, and I stumbled backward, nearly losing my balance on the wet tiles.
Sandra gasped theatrically and collapsed into his arms as though I had actually touched her.
"Watch out!" Fred barked, holding her protectively. "Are you okay?"
I stared at him, still in shock…
This was the same man who once stayed awake all night when I had a fever.
The same man who used to say, "Asher, you're my peace."
Now he looked at me like I was something he stepped on accidentally, and then his mother stepped forward, disgust written all over her face.
"I warned my son not to marry you," she said sharply. "A girl from nowhere. No background. No class."
Her gaze traveled over my soaked clothes like I was filth.
"But now," she continued, "he has corrected his mistake."
She placed her hand gently on Sandra's stomach.
Sandra's smile widened.
"She is pregnant," she announced.
The world stopped.
Even the rain seemed to fade into silence.
Fred's voice followed, calm and decisive.
"She's carrying my child. The heir to the Morren empire." Not only an heir, "Twins," and here is the result… he flung it to my face…
An heir?? Twins??? "How?" I asked myself with my eyes rolling in the ocean of tears… Words paralyzed me.
The thing I had been blamed for not providing.
My lips trembled. "Fred… What are you saying?"
He stepped closer, but not in comfort.
In finality.
"I married you out of pity," he said.
Each word landed like a knife ready to pierce my heart, "he continued"
"You were convenient, loyal, and grateful that I was blinded not to see your unfruitfulness.
"But now, I need a real wife, someone who can give me a child."
My chest tightened painfully.
The irony was suffocating; I wanted to scream.
I wanted to confront him with the truth.
I'm pregnant too.
But something inside me snapped, not loudly, but quietly…
Fred's voice cut through the room, commanding.
"Throw her out."