important meeting. What is it that you could possibly want after all this time? If it’s money I can’t help you.”
“ I haven’t called you since the birth of YOUR child. If I wanted money I would have had my lawyers call you!”
Ryan stood in his office looking at his watch. He didn’t have time for this. He’d hope the ghost of Vicky Martin would not rear its head ever again. Yet, somehow he knew this episode in his life would come back to haunt him. He closed his eyes and sighed “My my my…last I remember you couldn’t afford ramin noodles now you have lawyers? Aren’t you being a little dramatic? I haven’t heard from you in four years Vicky.”
Vicky’s head was starting to throb all over again. She took slow deep breaths. She had to remain calm not just for her sake, but for the sake of her unborn child. She closed her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose. “Ryan, if I could have gone a lifetime and never spoke to you again I would have. But, circumstances have changed. I need you…let me re-phrase that YOUR child needs you.”
Ryan spat out bitterly, “I tried to locate you, you moved, and changed your number. But you managed to cash that check I sent.” THAT was a sure sign to me that you didn’t want me anywhere near you or MY child , which was probably best. Then you call me up out of the blue demanding to speak to me.” Through clentched teeth he spoke “What…do…you…want Vicky?”
Vicky was not cowered by Ryan’s self- righteous bullshit. “You pig! You are not going to make me out to be the bad guy here. I was a naïve young woman. You preyed on that and took advantage of me. You were married for god’s sake! You knew I would have never dated you had I known you were married. So, yes, I cashed the check because Angel deserved better than to not live in that hell hole where we were living. I changed my number, my address, and I even changed my hair. What did you expect me to do? It was one thing to be with you and not know about your wife. I wasn’t about to willingly be your mistress!”
“Can you get to the point, no need to re-live the past. I have important business to attend to. For the last time what do you want Vicky?”
Vicky couldn’t let her anger and frustration toward Ryan keep her from getting what she needed from him. “Angel has a rare blood type and she needs an emergency blood transfusion within the next 24-48 hours. She’s vel-negative. I need you to get tested.”
Ryan didn’t know what to say. The first thing that came to his mind was that Vicky had given birth to a daughter and her name was Angel. He’d wondered if the baby was a boy or a g irl. After trying for so long with his wife he’d given up all hope of ever being a father. But, he did have a child. He had a daughter….with Vicky.
What the hell was he going to do? When Vicky told him she was pregnant he’d tried everything to convince her to get rid of the baby. Ryan never told Alicia about Vicky or about the pregnancy. There had been other women even another pregnancy or two but he had always convinced them to terminate them.
Ryan had never intended for the affair to get so out of control or for anyone to find out about it. It was suppose to be a simple ‘thing’. At the time, he loved his wife, but Alicia was so over bearing and controlling. Everything was always his fault. By the time he met Vicky their relationship had become virtually a partnership. But, when he was with Vicky she had made him feel loved and needed. Not only had Vicky been beautiful, she was so innocent and giving. He knew it had been wrong to let her think he was single and down on his luck but at the time he didn’t want to give her up. He also knew she had been in love with him. Ryan tried to use that knowledge against her and he’d hoped the silent treatment would convince her to terminate the pregnancy.
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