True Love
(Book 3) – Chapter 122

The girl opened her eyes when she felt her friend shake her. She squeezed her eyes until she half sat up in bed. She had had a horrible nightmare and was grateful to her friend for waking her from it.

By now the Frenchman must surely be more than married to this woman. She didn’t doubt at all that he would have signed those documents without question. After all, they were only married by contract.

-What happened?

-You had a nightmare or something, you slept restlessly.

-Yes, it really was a nightmare. Confirms the brunette. – Are you coming?

-Yes. The day was crazy.

The brunette sits on the edge of the bed taking off her shoes… she looked exhausted, and who wouldn’t be. With two jobs, poor Maya had to work for her too. Since her condition made it impossible for her to work, she was almost nine months pregnant. After two weeks of work she started to feel more tired than usual. When she went for a check-up she was told she was pregnant.

She continued to work for a while longer until her belly made it impossible… so Maya was forced to look for another job to cover expenses.

-I thought we should look for one.

-For what? He’s probably more than married by now. And I’m sure his wife has already given birth to his child.

-But it’s important for him to know that you’re expecting from him too.

-No. He denies to stand up with great difficulty. -I don’t want him to know anything about me.

-Girlfriend, you’re expecting twins from Jean… for God’s sake! He must know.

-Do you think he wants to know about me? He hasn’t even looked me up, it’s obvious he doesn’t want to know about a woman he met in a bar.

-We can’t know, we’re miles away from him. You know I’m worried that you’re expecting two babies. With one it’s a little easier, but with two.

-I know. The brunette sighs.

When she found out there were two babies she almost fainted at the doctor’s appointment, and she seriously thought about looking for Jean but then decided that she would manage on her own with her children. And that was already 8 months ago.

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Jean was looking over some notes in his office, he had given up his father’s business months ago. The old man was so tough that he had hired someone else to look after his business. So he and Adrien took care of his business. One they were having trouble keeping afloat. Since Jean hadn’t married Adelaine, the old man was making his life miserable with the restaurants every day.

The last address where Zoé had been seen was supposed to appear in the information she had in her hands, she had the envelope in her hands… it had cost her a fortune to obtain that information, and 8 months, but at last the detective had found it. He didn’t know what to expect from those papers, the truth is that he was a bit scared. Because what if she was married again? What if she had had children? What if… she had fallen in love with someone?

That person she had told him about the last time… Jean couldn’t bear the anguish, he put his hands to his face just as Adrien entered the office.

-The results are in.

-Well?

-She’s not your daughter, brother.

-I knew it!

The previous evening Adelaine had gone into labour, so Jean had paid a large sum of money to have the infant DNA tested. Of course, the mother had refused from the first moment, which led the Frenchman to suspect the child’s paternity.

And he was not far from the truth, he knew that the baby was not his… and with the tests in his hands, he was able to rub his father’s nose in it so that he would be left in peace. Now he only had one thing left to do, find out where his wife had been for so long.

-Did you finally get the address?

-I have it.

-And what are you waiting for?

He tried to open the envelope when his father’s presence in his office interrupted him….

-Why the f**k haven’t you gone to see your daughter? Are you trying to make me look bad to her father?

-That child is not mine, you should know that by now. How you investigate everything!

-What are you talking about? The old man frowns.

-Adrien…

The blond hands the paper to the old man. He reads it carefully, and you can tell from his expression that he’s more than pissed off. The girl he defended so much and held on a pedestal had lied to him.

-How dare she cheat on me like that.

-Well, there you go… I told you, that baby wasn’t mine.

-You’ll see what I’m capable of. He says storming out of his son’s office.

Jean and his brother deny… it was the first time they had deceived their father like that. They didn’t know what he could do to that woman, or well, her father. Because if Jean wasn’t a father, no one but her would know who the father of this child was.

While Maya and Zoé were at her flat that night. The brunette wasn’t working that day so the girls began to fold the mountains of baby clothes they had bought over the months.

-That’s a lot of clothes! I think we’ve gone overboard. Maya says with a smile.

-I think so, too. But I blame you, you plan to spoil them a lot.

-They’re my only nephews, what do you expect? She smiles.

Then just at that moment the brunette feels a sharp pain in her lower belly, as she screams Maya is at her side in seconds.

-F**k Zoe, what happened?

-It hurts so much. She m***s, holding her belly. -I think I’ve gone into labour. She says fearfully.

-No, but there’s still time to go.

At that moment, both girls saw how the floor was filled with a yellow liquid coming out of the chestnut girl’s legs.

-Your water broke! exclaims the pale brunette.

And that was when they knocked on the door, calling the attention of both desperate women… Zoé was already pushing because she couldn’t stand the pains.

-I’m going to see who it is, don’t worry, I’ll be here.

-Yes… yes…” she said between gasps.

The brunette opens the door to find Jean’s face in front of her… she only opens her eyes like plates when she sees the blond with blue eyes staring at her, and behind him she sees Adrien with another strange expression.

-AAAAAAAhhhh! Mayaaaaaa….

A muffled scream rang out from inside the flat, prompting Jean to rush inside at the sound of his wife’s voice. But to his surprise he finds the brunette sitting on a soft sofa with a huge belly.

-Jean, for God’s sake! she whimpers.

-You…

-Aaaahhh! -She screams again, frowning visibly in pain.

-Maya… Maya… Maya… -the brunette screams.

-Yes, I’m coming. I’m here, let’s go to the hospital my friend, everything will be fine.

-What the f**k is going on here? Jean shouts when he sees his wife with such a big belly.

-We have to take her to the hospital, quick! Shouts the brunette.

By instinct the blond takes his wife in his arms, much heavier than before… she clung to him by the neck while pushing and panting non-stop.

The four of them left the girls’ house, and within seconds arrived at the first clinic they saw along the way. They admitted Zoe immediately, while they waited outside.

But the two blondes immediately cornered the brunette, who seemed more distressed by their presence than by her friend’s delivery.

-How did they find us?

-That’s the least of it. I want to know what’s going on.

-What else could be going on, my friend is giving birth.

-I know that, what I want to know is who the hell the father is and why the f**k he’s not here.

-The father’s here, you’re the idiot. -What did you think? That my friend would sleep with another man. What kind of woman do you think we are? The brunette claims to him.

-Mine? That’s all she said. -Is that baby mine?

-Babies, my friend is expecting twins. -Congratulations, brother.

-Congratulations, brother. Adrien congratulates him with a smile on his lips.

He was going to be the father of two babies, the exact day had come to witness the birth of his real children. After so long searching for his wife, he had found her just in time to meet his little ones. He was so happy he couldn’t get it into his chest, he was really very happy about the news.

-Why the f**k did they leave like that? Jean asked angrily.

-And why the f**k didn’t you look for her before? Of course your new wife wouldn’t let you.

-I’ve been looking for them for months. Until I finally found her whereabouts. I never stopped looking for Zoé.

-Why? -Why?

But before he could answer, the nurse comes out of the delivery room…

-Who is the patient’s husband?

-I am! sentences the blond going towards her.