Page 11 of Falling for the Wife

When he simply frowned, I wanted to die on the spot. Could this day get any worse? Fuck.

Okay. Breath in. Breath out. There was no point in panicking. The poor man might need me to elaborate. After all, I was in a foreign country. One shouldn’t expect that everyone spoke English. I was sure most of the country did, but a few were an exception. It was just my luck I had to step into one that made my life more of a struggle. Surprised at my unlucky streak as of late? Not entirely.

“Erm,” I awkwardly said as my mind scattered about the small pharmacy and found a stack of diapers. Pointing at it, I began to describe it to him. “Test forbeba.” My hand mimicked a burgeoning baby over my belly. “Bebatesting…pregnancy test…if there’s abeba.”

His frown deepened before mumbling something I couldn’t catch. He lifted a finger in the air, wagging it as if to tell me to wait before he went behind the curtained door, only to emerge with a baby milk bottle.

Poor guy.

Poor me.

My energy deflated even more.

“No, no.” I vehemently shook my head, mightily trying to block the frustration slowly creeping into my resolve, imploring the confused frowning old man before me. “No beba!”

Pulling my phone out, I figured my AI would be able to help me translate, but to no avail. My roaming was down.

Shit kabobs. What now?

I pointed my finger towards the door where he recently emerged, feeling hopeful. “May I go in there?” I took a few steps, and I heard him shuffle behind me. “Can I go in there, please?” I tried to do the best animated hand gestures possible before I saw him nod, seemingly understanding what I was trying to convey.

Relieved, I took a few steps and entered the storage room. The back was lined with shelves, and my eyes roamed one after the other until I found what I needed—or the closest to the pregnancy test I’d seen back home. I took three altogether. One for each brand.

The man only grinned, showcasing his toothless state before giving me a thumbs up.

I couldn’t help it; I let out a riotous laugh because my life was far from great. Based on the chain of bullshit knocking me down, my chances of not being pregnant were nil.

Since I didn’t have any kuna, I handed him five one hundred dollar bills, mostly thanking him for trusting me enough to let me inside his storage room so I could hunt down these bastards.

“Hvala ti.”Thank you.

I shoved my items into the purse.Where the hell was Jack, anyway?I thought as I strode back to where the speedboat was stationed, waiting for anyone ready to head back to the yacht.

Vivienne and Ethan were still out and about, and Blair was at the spa. But I wanted to go into my room and was ready to get on with it.

I carefully undressed and only pulled my Japanese soft blue silk robe with cherry blossoms on it before entering the bathroom. Quite unready for doomsday.

Ten minutes later, my suspicions were confirmed.

All three.

Pregnant, it said in small bold letters.

“No. No. No.” I chanted agitatedly as my hand shook while gripping the slender stick. “There’s got to be a mistake,” I whispered unsteadily as my tears welled around my eyes, my sight glassing over at the daunting word that changed my life forever. “I can’t be…” Then a thought came to me.Maybe I need better lighting…Maybe something was broken.I desperately reasoned as I rashly strode over to the door, yanking it open.

My head pounded as my mind repeated the damning word over and over again.

Lifting my hand to the side of my head, I dug my fingers into the roots of my hair, frantic and seconds away from a serious meltdown.

In my current hysteria of trying to get to the window where the bright sunshine beamed brightly, I didn’t see the figure until it was too late.

CHAPTER5

Jared

I had barely heardthe faint sound of the door shutting behind me when I froze on the spot. My eyes narrowed the moment Gisele hysterically emerged from the bathroom, silently sobbing as she gripped a pale plastic stick. She was so distraught she didn’t even notice me as she clashed against my solid frame, dropping the ominous stick on the carpeted floor.

Our eyes collided. Time stood still as my eyes took her in, devoured the very sight of her while I effortlessly maintained my perfectly rehearsed stance of indifference. Gisele Weber was known for her quiet elegance and class. Known for her warmth, gorgeous smile and striking good looks. The perfectly practiced look of calm and composure apparently went on vacation, too, because the woman before me wasn’t the Gisele everyone knew. But even in her disheveled state, she still was the most stunning woman I’d ever set my eyes upon.

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