Chapter 50
After a couple of rounds of treatment at the hospital, Yolanda finally came to. She groaned and blinked, looking around the room like she had no idea where she was.
“Why am I here?” she mumbled.
“You fainted,” I said, keeping it short and to the point.
She frowned and rubbed her temples. “I ha
the weirdest dream. I dreamt I gave birth in class.”
I didn’t hesitate. “That wasn’t a dream. You actually did give birth in class. It was a boy, by the way.“}
She looked at me like I was out of my mind. “No way. That’s impossible. I couldn’t have been pregnant and there’s no way I gave birth in the classroom.”
Weve roll.
“Why would lie about that?” I asked, not bothering to hide my
Then she shot back with, “Wait… it’s you who’s pregnant! You said you were having stomach pains. I bet you gave birth while I was out and now you’re blaming me.“}
“Seriously?” I gave her a flat look. “Are you for real? You honestly think I’d be the one pregnant?“>
Yolanda’s eyes flashed with panic for a second, but she quickly recovered. “I know what I saw. You said your stomach hurt! I bet you secretly gave birth and tried to blame it on me.“>
“The baby’s in the NICU,” I said calmly. “But it’s not mine. It’s yours.”
She went bright red. “What the hell? You’re really trying to throw me under the bus here?“>
your memory is a little off. Let me jog it for you.“}
I pulled out my phone, casually scrolling through my gallery. Mayaitan
I found the video and handed her the phone. “Here, take a look. That’s you, in the middle of the classroom, screaming and pushing.”
“Ah!” she shrieked, reaching for the phone, but I pulled it away just in time.}
“Delete that now! You’re so cruel for taking those videos!” she yelled, her voice cracking.
“Relax,” I said, keeping my cool. “I didn’t record it. Your ‘friends‘ did. Not only that, they posted it on the campus forum. So now, everyone has seen it. Doesn’t matter if I delete it.”
Yolanda’s face crumpled and she buried her head in her hands, sobbing. “How did this even happen? It’s supposed to be you, not me!“}] Then, with one last glare, she hissed, “Did you take off the peace locket I gave you?“}
I pulled it out from under my shirt, dangling it in front of her face. “Still wearing it. Why do you keep asking if I took it off? What’s your obsession with it?”
Yolanda completely snapped. “You always wear it? Then why the hell am I the one pregnant? Why aren’t you pregnant?”
She was pacing, getting more worked up. “What kind of con–artist is this guy? Made me spend 10 thousand dollars on this crap. He’s a total fraud, ruining people’s lives. I’m gonna make him give my money back, I swear! I’m not letting this go!”
I just sat back, watching her meltdown, then casually asked, “Wait, what do you mean by that? What does the locket have to do with me being pregnant?”
Yolanda took a breath, her face completely shifting. “Trixie, you’re overthinking it. It’s just a regular locket.“}
She tried to brush it off, but I could tell she was dodging something. “I was being dramatic earlier, just ignore it.”
Then, out of nowhere, a rough–looking couple barged in. The man wasted no time and stormed up to Yolanda, slapping her twice.
Her face turned bright red as she froze. “Mom, Dad, what are you doing here?”
Her dad was absolutely livid. “If we didn’t come, how would we know what mess you’ve gotten yourself into?”
‘Mom, Dad, please, let me explain…” Before she could even finish, her dad slapped her again.
“Shut up! I don’t wanna hear it!” he shouted, his voice full of rage. “You stole 10 thousand dollars from us to go abroad and blew it all. We forgave you for that! Do you know how hard we worked to save that money? We gave up everything; food, clothes, all for you and you just throw it all away?“}
He pointed at her, shaking with frustration. “You never learned to be grateful, always causing trouble!“}
