Then, Adrian's anxious voice echoed down the hallway, making its way back to my ears. "Clara, don't worry. Just leave the house and wait for me outside in the hallway. Be good, and don't do anything. I'll handle it personally. Mercury is extremely toxic."
I ignored his comforting words to Clara, my attention fully drawn to the doctor standing before me. "Mrs. Reed, your condition is quite unique, and there are a lot of medications we can't use right now. I'll prescribe something without steroids for now, but you need to go home, rest, and take good care of yourself. We'll also need to monitor your condition closely."
Still confused and a bit overwhelmed, I asked, "Doc, what exactly is wrong with me?"
The doctor looked at me with some surprise. "You've been pregnant for over a month now. You didn't know?"
I stared at him, equally shocked. Adrian has severe OCD and finds intimacy repulsive. As a result, he's barely touched me in the eight years we've been married.
Suddenly, a memory resurfaced. Last month, during Adrian's grandmother's birthday banquet, he drank far too much while covering for Clara, who was on her period.
That night, he held me all night, but in his drunken passion, he kept calling out, "Clara, Clara..."
That memory was still cut deep in me. Heartbroken, I had left in the middle of the night, avoiding confrontation with Adrian. I had buried the incident deep in my mind, and he never mentioned it again. But here we were. What I didn't expect was that the one time we had sex this year would result in pregnancy.
Feeling the warmth of my hand resting protectively over my abdomen, I quietly decided not to take any medication.
The next time I saw Adrian was a week later.
It was the company's anniversary celebration, and as the boss's wife, I was expected to give a speech on stage.
But when I arrived at the venue, I found Adrian standing with his arm wrapped tightly around Clara's waist, casually announcing to everyone, "From now on, Clara will be my secretary. Every company matter, big or small, must go through her before it gets to me."
Someone from the crowd spoke up, breaking the awkward silence. "Mr. Reed, wasn't Miss Emily handling those projects before?"
Hearing this, Adrian's face immediately darkened, and without hesitation, he snapped, "How can someone as stupid as her get approval for major projects?!"