***Emma's POV***

I sat in front of the doctor’s desk, many thoughts swirling in my mind.

“Doctor, what is wrong with me?”

I had undergone some tests immediately, upon entering the hospital, including a pregnancy test. Now I sat nervously, waiting for the doctor to predict my fate.

“Ma’am, you need to calm down. Nothing is wrong with you,” he said, picking up the file in front of him. “From the tests we just did, it shows that you are four weeks pregnant.”

Many emotions erupted in my chest; relief, joy, and hope. I opened my mouth to speak but couldn’t utter a word.

Finally, after four years of marriage, I had something to show for it. I was finally pregnant. Tears of joy fell from  freely from my eyes.

"You sure right?” I asked, wiping my tears. “There’s a baby inside me?”

The doctor nodded.

“I’m guessing this is your first pregnancy?” he asked, lifting his gaze from the file.

“Yes, yes, this is my first pregnancy.”

“Okay…” He leaned forward. “Earlier, you complained about bleeding, weakness, and pain in your lower back. We aren’t sure yet if it’s because of the pregnancy or something else.” He adjusted his glasses and continued, “I’m going to give you some medications now, but you have to come back in a week for further tests.”

A dreadful feeling rose inside me, but I buried it immediately.

“Okay. Is there anything I need to do to make sure the baby is alright?” I asked.

“All you need to do is take your medications, avoid stress, and always get proper rest,” he answered, handing me a piece of paper and the pregnancy test result.

“Go to the pharmacy and pick up these medicines. The instructions on how to take them are written there.”

I took the papers and thanked him before stepping out of the office. Mrs. Wilson approached me immediately.

“Mrs. Brooks, what did the doctor say? You’re pregnant, right?” she asked, holding my hands.

I nodded, tears returning to my eyes. Before I could stop myself, I hugged her.

“I’m pregnant. I’m finally pregnant… I have a baby inside me. I’m not barren… I’m going to have a baby,” I cried out, releasing all my deep-buried emotions.

Mrs. Wilson patted my back gently without saying a word. After calming down, I wiped my tears and released her from the embrace. She looked a little flustered. Well, I understood, she was the chief maid, and we weren’t that close.

Awkwardly, she took the papers from my hand.

“Why don’t you call the young master while I go buy your meds?” she said hurriedly.

“Oh yes, I almost forgot. I’ll meet you at the hospital entrance,” I replied, taking out my phone.

Mrs. Wilson nodded and left. I suddenly became nervous. What if Daniel doesn’t want this baby? It was always his mom, Susan, who pressured me. No, no… he would be happy. Before we married, he always said he wanted to have many children. He loved children.

Moving toward the exit, I finally dialed his number and held the phone to my ear anxiously. Suddenly, I heard a familiar ringtone. Instinctively, I looked toward the sound and froze.

Daniel was standing beside a woman. He was holding her hands and speaking softly in a way that looked like he was consoling her. The woman was sitting down, and a nurse was tending to a wound on her leg.

I stood there, staring at them dumbly. The way Daniel was looking at her, the way he was coaxing her, it all seemed strange. I hadn’t seen that side of him throughout the four years we’d been married. A bitter feeling rose in my chest. So it wasn’t that he wasn’t compassionate,  he just didn’t care about me.

I tried to see the woman’s face, but his body was blocking her. I dialed Daniel’s number again, hoping he would step away so I could see her face. Instead, he looked at his phone, his face showing irritation as he rejected the call.

My heart sank. Why wouldn’t he pick up my call? As I was still contemplating what to do next, Daniel bent down and scooped the woman into his arms. He turned and started walking in my direction.

I stood rooted to the ground, not knowing whether to hide or approach them. As Daniel moved closer, he finally noticed me. I watched as his face turned sour, as if he was irritated.

The woman in his arms must have noticed his sudden change in mood because she lifted her face, initially buried in his chest, to look up at him.

Another wave of shock swept through me. Rachael Adams, my stepsister, Daniel’s first love.

What was she doing here? When did she come back? Wasn’t she supposed to be abroad? And most importantly, why was Daniel with her?

They had broken up before our wedding, so why was Daniel carrying her in his arms as if she were some fragile creature that couldn’t afford to be broken? These thoughts relentlessly flooded my mind. I suddenly started feeling sick and nauseous.

Rachael followed Daniel’s gaze, and her eyes gleamed. A mocking smile appeared on her lips before she quickly changed her expression. I watched as her face lit up and a fake smile replaced the mocking one.

“Emma, is that you?” she shouted enthusiastically. “Daniel, put me down quickly. Let me greet my sister,” she said, tapping on Daniel’s chest.

“No, there’s no need for that,” he replied, shifting his gaze from me to her. “Your ankle is injured. There’s no need to strain it again.”

Rachael pouted, putting on a childish face. Daniel ignored her and returned his gaze to me.

“What are you doing here?” he asked impatiently.

I stared at him, anger crawling inside me. Why was he looking at me like that? Was he not the one with a woman in his arms?

“I told you I wasn’t feeling well during breakfast,” I replied, sadness slowly enveloping my chest. Why couldn’t he just care for me?

He seemed a little embarrassed but immediately put back his expressionless face.

“So what is wrong with you? Have you seen a doctor?” he asked. I could tell he was barely interested.

I clutched the test result in my hand and opened my mouth to answer, but Rachael suddenly interrupted.

“Emma, are you okay? Is there something wrong with your body?” she asked, putting on a concerned look.

I looked at her, feeling more nauseous at the fake concern.

“Nothing is wrong with her. She likes doing too much work, so she’s stressed. You don’t have to worry about her,” Daniel stated before I could even speak.

“Oh, in that case, Emma, you don’t have to stress yourself anymore. Now that I’m back, I’ll take over everything diligently,” Rachael replied shyly.

“What do you mean, take over?” I asked, confused.

“Haven’t Daniel told you yet?” she asked, surprised. “Daniel, why haven’t you told her?”

“I forgot.”

“Tell me what?” I asked, a bad feeling creeping inside me.

Daniel fixed his emotionless eyes on me. Then he spoke the words that shattered everything in me.

“We’re getting a divorce.”

***Emma's POV***

Divorce? Did I hear that right?

"Who's getting a divorce?" I asked, unable to make sense of anything.

Daniel's face contoured in displeasure. "Don't act dumb, Emma. I know you understand what I mean."

"But I really don't understand." I insisted.

We stood there looking at each other for about 30 seconds before Daniel finally moved and gently placed Rachael on one of the waiting chairs. He then turned and faced me, looking all serious.

"Look, Emma, I know this is coming all of a sudden, and I'm sorry for telling you like this." he  moved closer and placed his hand on my shoulder as if he was consoling me.

I looked at his hand on my shoulder. This was the first time in forever since he had initiated a physical touch between us. Ironically, it was when he was asking me for a divorce.

"Why? Why are you doing this?" I asked, my throat tightened painfully. I thought about the child in my belly. I thought this would be a new beginning for us.

"Emma don't blame Daniel. I was the one who went to him," Rachael said, trying to stand up. Daniel quickly rushed to her side and gently pushed her back to the chair.

"Stay put, I've got this. You don't have to explain anything."

I stood there looking at them as if I was the outsider and they were the couple. What shocked me more was the way Daniel was tending to her. It was still difficult for me to comprehend.

"Mrs. Brooks, here you are," Mrs. Wilson's voice sounded behind me. I turned to see her rushing up to me.

"I have been waiting for you at the hospital's entrance. What are you still doing here?" She asked.

I opened my mouth and closed it again, not knowing what to say. She finally noticed Daniel's presence Daniel's presence.

"Oh, Mr Brookes, are you here to pick up madam?"

"No," Daniel replied without missing a beat. "You can take her home. I have things to attend to."

Mrs. Wilson, still unaware of  the situation, continued, "but the young madame is..." I stopped her before she could finish.

"Let's just go. Daniel is busy at the moment." Taking her hand, I dragged her out of the hospital.

"Ma'am, what's going on?" She queried the moment we stepped outside the hospital.

I sighed, looking at the pregnancy report again. Many plans were already forming in my mind. "Have you gotten the medicine?"  I asked instead.

"Yes, here it is" she answered, raising the medicine for me to see. I took the medicines and stuffed them into my bag. I turned to her and mustered all the seriousness that I could.

"Mrs. Wilson, can I ask you for a huge favour?" I held her hand

"Yes, you can ask me anything, ma'am. As long as it's within my capabilities I'll definitely do it."

Her reply was satisfying enough.

"Can you promise to keep this pregnancy news between us?"

Her face looked like I had asked her to keep a forbidden secret.

"But ma'am, how can I? Why don't you just tell the young master?" She asked, her voice sounding confused and at the same time scared.

Holding her hand tighter, I replied, "Because he wants to divorce me." 

My heart skipped a beat upon saying that. Looks like I haven't even come to terms with it yet.

"What? How can you say that? I haven't seen you and the young master quarrel before. What could possibly make him want to divorce you? Or else..." She trailed off.

She finally remembered that Daniel was holding a woman back inside the hospital.

"Promise me okay? Please?" I begged.

"Alright. But what if the baby could actually change the young master's heart?"

I knew she was trying to convince me. I was still confused about where to stand but, one thing was certain— I can't hold on to this marriage any longer. I deserved so much more.

"I sincerely don't know what I'm going to do but let things just progress first," I replied. 

The overwhelming tiredness returned again. As if sensing my exhaustion, Mrs. Wilson slowly guided me to the car after promising not to say a word to anybody.

Once we  got back, I quickly went up to my room and dozed off. When I woke up, it was already dark. I reached for the bedside lamp and turned it on. Glancing at the clock, panic immediately set in. It's 8:32 PM.

How did I sleep for that long? The thought of Daniel coming home at any time from now immediately got me to my feet.

I rushed downstairs to the kitchen, only to see Mrs. Wilson cooking. That surprised me since she only cooked when I asked her to  or  when I'm sick. Neither of those happened so why was she preparing the meals?

Sensing my presence, she turned around, her face brightening up immediately. Now that's definitely unusual.

"Ma'am, you shouldn't be here. Go and wait at the dining table. I'm almost done here."

Before I could ask what she meant by why I shouldn't be in the kitchen, she ushered me out of the kitchen. I went and sat quietly in the dining room.

Not long after, she came out and started bringing plates of food to the table. She then handed a small bowl of soup.

"Here, drink this. It's chicken soup, and it's good for pregnant women, especially during this early stage." She said, looking around as if to make sure no one was listening. "I'll go and call Madame Susan to come down for dinner now" she added quickly and left.

I stared blankly. pregnant?  How could I forget? The tears returned to my eyes again. It felt as if I wasn't alone anymore.

I took the bowl of soup and started sipping it slowly. The warmth of the soup spread throughout my body as I drank it.

"Why are you smiling at yourself? Have you suddenly gone mad?"

I looked up to see Susan majestically walking down the stairs. What was she even still doing here? Wasn't she supposed to go back to Brooke's main residence?

"How can you start eating when your husband isn't at the table yet?" She asked giving me the unimpressed look again.

"Daniel's not home yet" I answered and continued drinking the chicken soup.

How could I tell her that Daniel rarely came home, and when he did, it was always later in the night. I had waited for him constantly every night after we got married, but I eventually gave up.

"Then wait for him to come home. Why do I always have to remind you of your duties as a wife?" she yelled, her tone filled with disappointment.

Irritation spiked in me. I thought I was already used to her constant nagging, but it looked like I was wrong. I was about to explain that Daniel never came home on time when the noise of a car moving into the compound stopped me.

I dropped the bowl and looked toward the door. I didn't know why my heart was beating restlessly, as if something huge was about to happen.

The door swung open, and Daniel walked in. He wasn't alone though. Rachel Adams was in his arms with his coat draped around her.

***Emma's POV***

I held Rachael gently as we entered the living room. Looking up, I met three shocked faces, I ignored them and led Rachel to the sofa to sit down.

The noise from the wheels of Rachael's suitcase interrupted the tension in the room.

"Mrs. Wilson, take Rachael's luggage to the guest room on the top floor and prepare a bath for her." I ordered.

When I heard no movement, I turned around to see Mrs. Wilson still rooted to the floor, her mouth hanging open.

"Didn't you hear me?" I snapped.

"Yes sir.. I mean I'll take the suitcase upstairs now." She replied, then hurriedly took the suitcase and left.

"Who do we have here? Daniel you didn't tell me you're bringing someone home." my mom stated, slowly walking close to me.

I wondered why she was still here. I love her but sometimes she is overbearing, the last thing I need is drama in this house.

"Mom, this is my friend Rachael." I answered.

She didn't spare Rachael a single glance. With her gaze still fixed on me, she asked again

"And What's Rachael doing here?" she quipped.

Already frustrated, I tugged on my collar and removed my tie. Why was she asking so many questions?

"She just returned to the country and her accommodation is not yet settled. She also injured her ankle so I brought her here to stay for a while."

"Oh I see." Mom said dramatically.

She turned and finally looked at Rachael. "She looks familiar. Young lady, What's your surname?"

Rachael looked extremely nervous but she still answered. "It's Adams. Ma'am."

Mom seemed pleased with her and that's only because Rachael called her ma'am, unlike Emma who always called her Susan.

Thinking about Emma, I looked at the dining table and saw her sitting quietly and sipping soup. Although she looked focused and unbothered, I could still see that her body was tensed and the spoon was shaking due to her trembling hands.

"Adams? Hmm. That sounds familiar." Mom said.

She must be putting two and two together now.

"Wait, you mean Adams. As in Mr and Mrs Michael Adams?" Mom asked again.

"Yes ma'am. They're my parents." Rachael answered. I could see her nervousness was easing off.

"Wait, does that mean you're the same Rachael? Daniel's first and only love."  Mom blurted.

Rachael's cheeks turned pink immediately. Before I could tell mom to stop teasing her, a sound of a plate hitting the floor echoed in the room. Turning around, I saw Emma standing there with a devastated look on her face. What's wrong with her?

"Why are you always messing things up? If you're sick, go and rest. Stop being destructive." mom scolded.

Hearing mom's tone, I wanted to interject but Emma spoke first.

"I'm sorry, it slipped from my hands. I will clean it up immediately." She mumbled.

Seeing her tired face, I quickly instructed a maid to clean up the mess.

"Emma, there's no need to do that. You looked stressed. Go and take a rest."

Emma looked surprised by my words. Well, usually, I don't really care but I've never seen her like this before.

She slowly turned and started walking upstairs. Looking at her back, I noticed how thin and frail she had become. Isn't she feeding well? Then I remembered she was at the hospital earlier.

"Emma." I called out.

She stopped, but didn't turn around.

"What did the doctor say during your checkup?" I asked feeling concerned.

"Nothing." She uttered, then continued going up the stairs.

I sighed. She must be angry I didn't go to the hospital with her, but was there with Rachael. Well, Rachael chatted me up during breakfast this morning, she was landing at the airport and wanted me to pick her up.

That was  the reason I didn't go to the hospital with Emma. Unfortunately, Rachael sprained her ankle on our way back, so we had to go to the hospital.

"Daniel, you don't need to bother yourself with her. She had always been dramatic." Mom interrupted my thoughts. 

I turned around to see Mom already sitting close to Rachael. Gosh, she's going to interrogate the life out of her.

"So tell me, Rachael, how's your parents? I knew their company was about to go bankrupt years ago before they decided to relocate abroad. So what happened?" She asked.

Rachael's face turned a little sour before it brightened up again. Yeah, that's a sensitive topic to her. She answered anyways.

"yeah, my parents were able to stabilise their business abroad. They're planning to bring it back home. That's why I'm back first, to start making preparations."

Mom's face lit up immediately. Of course it did, the only thing that could impress her was wealth and money.

"That's really nice to hear. Have you found a job yet?" She probed.

"Yes. Actually, Daniel gave me work in his company as his second personal assistant. That way, I'll be close to him and learn a few things about managing a company." Rachael replied.

"Hmmm, that's good..," Mom drawled, turning her gaze at me.

"Close huh. Now, I'll go straight to the point. Are you two getting back together?"

"Mom.."  I muttered. Why was she asking so many questions.

"Actually Ma'am. Eh mmm..   Daniel and I are planning on rekindling our old feelings. What happened back then was unfortunate but we're ready to start over again." Rachael answered before I could say another word.

I frowned, there's no need to explain all that to mom. After all I'm still married.

"Really? Daniel is this true?" She exclaimed looking all excited. " Why didn't you say anything since? I could have instructed the maid to prepare the second master for her bedroom before you guys arrived"

"Mom, the room is occupied by Emma. Have you forgotten?" I reminded her.

"Oh yes, I almost forgot, " she sighed, almost regretfully.

She thought for a few seconds and asked, "so what are you going to do with Emma"

" Divorce, of course. After all.. the time is almost up"  I trailed off.

"Yeah, right. Prepare the divorce papers so she'll leave immediately. That way Rachael won't be uncomfortable." she said smoothing Rachael's hair tenderly.

I frowned at her words, but I didn't take it seriously. After all, she had never liked Emma.

"I'll leave you two now. Your father called so I have to go back to the family house." She said, standing up.

Rachael wanted to stand too but Mom quickly held her down and gently told her not to move.

It really irked me how she was treating Rachael like that but she had never been gentle with Emma before. Well I guess this house would be more peaceful once Emma leaves. A sudden ache sliced through my chest, I hissed and rubbed it. For some unknown reason, that thought felt wrong.

" Is everything okay Daniel?" Rachael asked, looking all concerned.

Mom was staring at me with a strange look on her face.

"Yes, everything is good. Mom, isn't it already late to go tonight? Why don't you go in the morning?" I asked her.

Eventually, the look was replaced with a smile as she answered,

"Well, darling, I must go now. Your father is a hard man to deal with." She then turned to Rachael, "I'll see you soon dear. Daniel, don't fail to bring her to the family house to meet your father." she walked off, without waiting for me to answer.

I was about to sit down when I heard her voice again. "Daniel, accompany me to the car, would you?"

"Of course, mother." I answered, and followed her after giving Rachael a nod.

I caught up with her in front of the waiting car. She turned to me looking all serious.

"About Emma." She started.

I wasn't ready for this conversation.

" Mom..." I drawled.

"No, hear me out," she interrupted, "I've been waiting for this day. I've seen how lonely and unhappy you have been throughout these nine years. So I'm glad you're moving on."

Unhappy? Was I unhappy? I don't really know.

She continued, "make sure she signs the divorce papers and also compensate her well  so she can leave. A woman doesn't like another woman intruding in her relationship. I'm sure you don't want Rachael to leave because of her."

Her words didn't sit right with me. How was she an intruder? Something must be wrong with me this evening. I looked up to see the same strange look on mom's face again, as if she's trying to assess my inner thoughts.

"Daniel darling, you're not in love with Emma, right?"