Chapter 40: Chapter 40
A fleeting moment of pure lull passes. Mitch is, on the face of it, battling with her riling, deep sense of shock, awe, and incertitude. With the dark scowl on her face, it seems like she would not have anticipated any of this. And me? I am sampling the rhapsodic hilarity of seeing her in this state and discharging it in a permanent glow. Liam, too, is not as content with seeing her this way as I am. I know how much he is throbbing with contentment behind this cold demeanor.
“Liam? I am waiting! What the fuck is this hokum hoax that you are ranting about?” She implores, compelling herself to recoup from her state, which is grossly mediocre. She probably will never recover from this daze. And I cannot help the anxiety of seeing her poop-like face when she comprehends the de facto conception that this is nothing but a sort of jocular.
“Do I look like I am joking? Ooh, yeah, I am sorry. It skipped my mind that you know nothing about me, so you cannot tell when I am overserious or not.” Liam says this in his glacial deportment.
“Don’t just give me that crap now, Liam. What I want to hear is that you are lying.” She squeals, her vexation and anxiousness selling her off.
She is far from being unruffled or considering the authenticity of what Liam says. She is without a doubt a mess inside, with conflicting senses.
“And I presume that you heard me crystal clear the first time. My child is growing up here with me and my two mothers! It is the least I can do for someone who at least understood my predicaments more than my wife could ever do, and she gave me something that my wife denied me. And you talk of sacrifices, Mitch? This, what Lynn did for me, is what I call an altruistic sacrifice.” Liam says, and I feel like I am on cloud nine because of his extolment, but that is until this bitch opens her rotten god-forsaken mouth.
“Are you seriously blaming this on me?” Mitch asks, fury molding in her, coupling the combo of other sentiments she was battling with prior.
What on earth is not her fault in this whole thing? If she had at least a little bit of understanding for Liam, maybe he would not have been pushed to result in this. If only she accepted the shabbiness that bundled them into this shitty marriage with a little bit of humanity, I probably would not be in the picture, you know. Sometimes it is not about love or anything. It is about the level of humanity and maturity. This bitch has zero humanity and negative one-hundred maturity. So who does she think is to blame here?
Me? I was living my miserable life far away from them. There was no way in the two years that Liam and I were apart that I ever wished that something like this would ever happen. I never in my life dreamt of wrecking anyone’s home. That was until I saw Liam again, tangled up in a drench of dilemmas that, presumptively, or as fate wanted, only I could help him. He was pushed into such extreme mind-clogging measures. So can he be blamed for this? I guess no, right?
“I am, Mitch! All that is happening is none else’s but your sole fault." Liam howls.
His demons must be arising, and things don’t usually end well when they do.
“How dare you point your finger at me for your own mistakes, Liam? I was not the one who brought about this fucking surrogacy shit, and neither was I the one who instilled the stupid idea of making your whore our surrogate, and worst of all, bringing her into our home. It wasn’t my empty brain at work when you blindfoldedly got into this surrogacy nonsense that you could not set the rules. It was fucking you, son of...
She holds her tongue before she lets out something that she will surely regret. I am not an advocate for violence because even I can’t stand a violent man, but I must admit that that beating Liam gave her three months ago shaped her a bit. She can go all wild with rage and impermissible attitude and all, but she has never made even a tenuous mistake to insult Liam since then.
“I will ask you just a simple question, Mitch. What is your contribution as my fucking wife to this?” Liam fires, and the bitch isn't just about to get intimidated.
That is one thing I admire about this impossible bitch. She never loses so easily, but what riles me the most about her is the fact that even when she knows she has no grounds for winning, she will still fight to the end. For nothing. Such an annoying bitch!
“I consented to this, Liam, irregardless of how stupid and revolting it was. Mind you, I had all the rights to refuse this as your wife!” She fumes, her eyes conforming to an inferno of rage and dread.
Liam, on the other hand, has managed to get hold of his cool, and I don’t know whether this equanimity he is exuding is a bang-up thing or whether I should be preparing to stop a fight soon. He is always like this when he is about to rapture. God help us, and more so, him.
“Your right? You had not fucking rights to right this if indeed you considered being my wife, even just for once in our stay together. I expected my wife to bear me kids, not to send me out to go look for someone to do that for me. But of course, how could you have born me a child if you never allowed me to even touch you?” Liam speaks with a calm voice, but it is filled with suppressed anger.
His Adam's apple is still moving up and down even after he speaks, swallowing his anger and pleading with it to stay locked up deep inside.
“We have a mutual agreement that, in case you have forgotten, you implemented. You drew that fucking contract. You did not expect me to come beg you to make love to me, did you? You should have thought about your freaking desire to become a father before coming up with that agreement.”
I told you. This witch will twist the story until there is nothing left to twist. Twisted twister!
“Would you have really allowed me to fuck you if that contract wasn’t there? Because, if I recall correctly, we had problems from day one of our encounter. ‘We are married on paper, but we are strangers until this whole sh*t ends. Don’t ever think of kissing me or touching me ever again.’ That was your wedding day message for me, right? You forbade me from sharing your bed from day one of our wedding. Have you forgotten?” Liam fires, the corners of his mouth trembling with fury.
She really said on their wedding day? I did not know that part. Poor Liam! I cannot imagine all that glee about the wedding day, and then someone says that shit to you on that same night. That must have really hurt. This woman is a real witch, for sure. But I somehow understand her. I mean, if what Liam suspects is true, then she could not risk getting pregnant for him. Ooh, I so fucking hate her.
“We are not reminiscing about the past here. You and I both know how absurd this whole marriage was from the beginning. We couldn’t, and we cannot back out of this. We both need to swim in this hell together as husband and wife. The two of us, Liam Not with this third wheel!” Mitch says, changing the subject to save her ass. I told you she only stops when there is nothing else to twist.
“Well, she and my child are here to stay. There is absolutely nothing you can possibly do about them at this point other than to accept seeing them every single day of our lives! And I won’t tolerate anything that will challenge my decision from you!” Liam states, drawing this witch into flummox and mental rejection.
Now, how does that sound, huh? I mean, his statement. Him and my baby, together, forever as a sweet, lovely, and adorable family? That is ecstatic! Terrific! Heart-stirring! It is so mind-boggling to even just envision that. But with this witch around us? Naah! That ruins it all!
I know they say that it is good to keep your enemies closer so that they can bear witness to your blessings, but I would pass this one. I want this witch gone for good from our lives the minute we start our happy ever after. Gosh! It is already bad that she can see my belly bump. I don’t want her to set her witchy eyes on my child when he is born. She may cast a spell on my child. God forbid!