Chapter 225 - Two Hundred And Twenty-five: I Had To Do This (1/2)
The third point of view
”Why would you do such a thing for me?” Emily was unsure of his intention. This offer was quite a rare one
Perhaps, if he was in love with her, it would be a different case. Then, Ahmed would be doing it because of the genuine love he had for her.
Funny enough, that was not the case here! They came to that restaurant to know each other and none had romantic feelings for one other. This was just an arranged marriage; one made to strengthen the relationship between both families.
”My mother,” Ahmed began,” got pregnant with me at the age of seventeen. She was just a senior in high school when her devoted Christan parents discovered her pregnancy and it didn't sit well with them.
”They admonished her for such reckless act and putting their reputation in jeopardy considering they were deacons and deaconess at their local church respectively; it would be a huge shame if the members of the church were to find out about it.
”Turns out the father of the child was a major dork at school- typical bad boy- and her parents had warned her times without number to stay away from him; the boy was bad luck, yet she wouldn't listen.
”As expected, the son of a biscuit denied the pregnancy and went ahead to announce to the whole school that she was a lying bitch, trying to pin the unknown pregnancy on him.
”Her parents were mad when the news of the pregnancy spread across the town and insisted she should have an abortion.
”However, she refused and after a heated argument with her parents one day, she ran away from home and came to live with a distant relative from her mother's side.
”Unfortunately, people were not as open as they are now. Nosy gossips gave her the shaming look wherever she went.
”My mother was shamefaced remembering she was a teenager without even a high school diploma. At first, she was sad which gradually developed into resentment, and finally, she fell into a deep depression.
”Amid everything her relative did, my mother took her own life after giving birth to me. You know the funny part?” Ahmed gave her a pained look.
”That was the same day her parents pardoned her and were planning on taking her back home but they arrived too late; she was gone. Forever.
”I was raised by my grandparents and I've seen the guilt eat at them. The guilt of knowing they should have done the right thing without caring about public opinion and I don't want the same thing to happen to you,” he explained.
Emily was speechless, she didn't know what to say at all. It was rare to see gentlemen like him these days. Maybe this marriage to him wasn't a bad idea at all, she thought.
”What were you planning on doing if I had rejected you?”He unexpectedly asked her out of sheer curiosity.
”I don't know?” Emily shrugged,
”Probably run away from home which is an unrealistic plan since my father would eventually find me and -”
”You'd commit suicide?” He interjected.
She bit on her lips, glancing up at him, ”I strongly want this child to live since he's the only seed his father left on earth. But I don't know what I'll do if my father forces my hand, I might as well die with my child rather he dies alone,” Emily declared, her slitted eyes flashed with determination
Ahmed gulped, a mother's decisiveness was scary. They could go to the depth of hell and return for the sake of their child.
”I think it was good you came clean with me else I would have been really mad if you had tricked me for years, only to find out one day that the child I invested all of my resources and time wasn't mine,” he told her.
Emily lowered her head apologetically,” I'm sorry,” she said.
Well, how was she going to tell him that? Not every man was willing to carry such a burden.
”How late are you?” He asked with eyes on her stomach.
”Almost a month,” was her reply.