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She was half running and half walking down the street, careful not to stumble, when a car draw up next to her. She could hear Puck close behind her, shouting for her to wait. She glanced at the car and saw a uniformed driver inside.

He stopped, jumped out of the vehicle and opened the door to the back seat for her."Ms. Jones please get in," he said politely.

By then Puck had caught up to her but he had stopped and was looking at the driver puzzled."Cedes, wait, don't go, wait, I'm sorry, I lost my temper..." he pleaded.

Someone alighted from the back of the car. He unfolded his tall frame and in one step, stood next to Mercedes. His cold blue eyes glared at Puck as he towered over the latter.

It was Sam. He put an arm around Mercedes . "Are you okay, mercy?" he asked, a glint in his eyes. She gulped and nodded silently."Get in the car" he ordered. She complied silently, not daring to look at him or Puck.

She slid into the leather seats and sighed. Max was already furious this morning. Now, he will be even more furious to find her being chased down the street by her ex boyfriend.

She peeked out the windows at the two men facing each other. One tall and intimidating in his sharp expensive Armani suit while the other, disheveled and unkempt, his face flushed with anger. The men appeared to be conversing, Sam appeared cool and collected, his wide shoulders rigid while Puck was gesturing wildly, occasionally pointing at the car, presumably at her.

After what seemed an eternity, Sam turned away and slid into the car, next to her. Puck was glaring at them angrily, his hands deep in his pants pockets, as the car pulled away.

She found herself holding her breath in trepidation. The tension in the car was so thick, a knife can slice through it. She released her breath and tried to keep her calm. She didn't do anything wrong. She merely met with her ex to end their relationship for good.That was all.

She opened her mouth to explain but Sam held up his hand. "Are you still in love with him?" he asked coldly. He was not looking at her. His profile was rigid and cold as ice.

"No, I..."

"He was your first love so it is understandable that you may still love him," he bit out succinctly.There was a tic in his jaw.

"No. I..."

"If you don't want to get married, we can cancel the wedding now" he said, not letting her explain.

"No, wait, cancel? But..." she spluttered.

I'm not even sure if the child is mine now, you could have gotten back with him in the months after our one night stand;" he said icily.

"What??? How dare you!!!" she raised her voice. She was livid now. How dare he imply such a thing."You refused to look at the DNA test! It's a good thing lI still have it! This is your kid! You bastard!" she screamed and hit his arm.

He grabbed her hands before she hit him again. He turned to her, his eyes unfathomable, his expression cold. "I don't see a reason for you to meet him unless it was a plot you two cooked up to get me to marry you and maybe get some money out of me?"" he said.

She gaped at him. What does he think she is? Some gold digger out to cheat him of his money with a kid that's not his? How DARE him??? It was a good thing she kept the DNA report.

"I have the DNA report to prove that this is yours!" she said.

He raised an eyebrow."We all know that can be faked.I shall order a DNA report of my own," he said and released her hands. He turned away and ordered the driver to take them to a laboratory.

Did he mistrust her so much that he really believed that she would stoop so low to get him to marry her? If he didn't trust her, why agree to marry her in the first place? Why didn't he look at the DNA test then? What was his problem?.

She burned with anger at the unfairness of the whole thing. How did he jump into this conclusion just because she met with Puck? It was too farfetched. She crossed her arms on her chest and turned away from Sam. She has nothing more to say to him. Let the DNA test prove him that the baby is his.

The ride to the laboratory was filled with tension and a sullen silence. Mercedes took out her phone and started to text Santana but thought better of it. There were a few more messages from Mr Schue.

"Mercedes, are you okay? Just checking in," he had texted with a smiley face. She smiled at the message despite her anger at Sam. Mr. Schue has always been nice and kind to her.

"I am resting up.Thank you for your concern Mr. Schue," she replied. Just then a message from Santana came in."Hey, you ready for Hawaii?? l am so ready for some sun, sand, sea and a slice of paradise!" She smiled again. She could almost hear Santana's infectiously cheerful voice saying those words. She replied with the dancing emojis.

They arrived at the laboratory just as she slid her phone back into her hand bag. Sam had remained stonily silent. He alighted and held the door open for her. She ignored him and got out on her side.

They walked into the laboratory together but far apart.At the counter, Sam told the reception what he wanted while Mercedes went to sit down at the waiting area. They only waited a few minutes before both of them were called in. Samples were taken from both of them and they were out of the building in l0 minutes.

The reception assured Sam that the results will be confidential and sent directly to him once its ready. The car ride back was equally silent. Mercedes refused to talk to him. He had remained cold and silent too.The car stopped in front of his condominium and this time, the driver came around to open her door for her.

Sam remained in the car. She controlled her urge to stomp into the condominium but instead, walked steadily inside. The friendly doorman opened the front door for her and tipped his head in greeting.

"Welcome back, Mrs Evans" he said. She was slightly taken aback by his greeting but realized Sam must have informed all his servants and everyone in the building management about her. Even though they are not married yet.The elevator door swished open and she entered.

Once back home, which didn't feel much like her home since it's more of Sam's home, she stormed up to her room and threw herself on her bed. Big fat angry Tears welled in her eyes and sobs escaped her. Anger, hurt and a mixture of feelings overwhelmed her.

Her chest was heavy and it hurt. It was as if someone stabbed her and twisted the knife within her. She sobbed and let the tears wash over her.The stress, anger and hurt from what happened with Puck and then Sam came spilling out of her. She let the pain wash over her as she sobbed. Leaning into her pain and anxiety. What will become of her and her baby now? She had already given up her old apartment. She might need to look for a new place.

She can't live with Sam now. Not with him accusing her of such a heinous thing. Calling her a gold digger and accusing her of plotting with Puck to cheat him into marrying her. She felt a stab of pain at the thought.

Is that how little Sam thought of her? How are they to live together if he doesn't even trust her? Just as her sobs slowed to a halt and her tears dried, there was a soft knock on her door.

"Mrs. Jones? Do we prepare lunch for you?" it was Blaine's voice. She was not hungry. In fact, she was nauseous and her throat parched from all that crying. She didn't want to go downstairs. She is certain she must look a fright with swollen eyes and a blotchy complexion from all that crying.

She glanced at the clock. It's 2pm. She can't stay here. She felt claustrophobic in her room and in the condominium. It was like she was trapped in a golden cage. There was another knock on the door."Mrs. Jones?"

"It's okay Blaine. Just get me some water and ice'" she replied. She got up and went to the bathroom to wash her face. She splashed cold water on her face and stared at swollen face. She will need some ice to get the swelling down. She will also need some extra makeup to cover it up. She can't very well go out looking like this.

An hour later, Mercedes is standing outside the condominium. She had changed out of her dress into practical comfortable clothes, a sweater, maternity jeans and sneakers. She can't fit into her old jeans anymore.

She called an Uber and went to Santana's office. Santana is still at work so she told her to meet her there. She has no one else to confide in and vent.

Santana's office was bustling with activities. She had a lot of patients waiting that there was barely any empty seats in the waiting room. Didn't want to take up space, Mercedes decided to head to a nearby cafe and wait for Santana there instead.

She was feeling hungry though she barely had any appetite. At the cafe, she sent Santana a text, telling her that she was getting a bite and some drinks nearby. She ordered a vegetarian sandwich and a hot chocolate. She sat near the windows and looked out at the busy streets as she slowly Waiting her meal. Once the sandwich arrived, her stomach growled in hunger and she practically inhaled it within minutes.

Santana joined her a couple hours later, looking frazzled. She ordered a coffee before sitting down. Noticing Mercedes's drawn face and puffy eyes, she took her hands and squeezed them.

"What happened? Did you get in a fight with Sam?" she asked.

Mercedes explained about Puck and then Sam's reaction upon finding her with Puck before ending with the DNA test and her storming back to the condominium.

"I can't live with him like this. I don't thinkl can marry him. He accused me of being a gold digge, that was so insulting" she finally said. She twisted the engagement ring on her finger, contemplating removing it but thought twice about it. She didn't want to lose it. It was a family heirloom.

"Wow.That's like straight out from some tv drama," Santana said. She shook her head and kneaded her neck."Look, maybe you two need to calm down. I am sure the results will be out tomorrow and he will realize he made a mistake and apologise," she said.

"But he accused me of being a gold digger tana!!"" Mercedes said. Will an apology suffice for the hurtful things Sam accused her of?

Santana reminded her that they barely knew each other. They met four months ago and in between, had only met a handful of times.

"Even then, you don't go around accusing someone of plotting to steal your fortune! I mean, I don't go around accusing him of plotting to enslave me as a sex slave or something" Mercedes said.

Santana blew her breath out loudly. "I know how you feel, he is definitely wrong for saying such things, but...you are getting married in a few days, so now what?"

Mercedes shrugged. She didn't feel like marrying Sam now. Or ever. She doesn't even want to live with him right now. They might have to come up with new arrangements.

"Cancel the wedding I suppose. I can't bear to stay with him now, I can't bear to even look at him, I want to slap him and push him off the balcony" she said vehemently. "Can I crash at your place tonight? I don't have anywhere else to go and I am not going back there," she added.

Santana nodded and looked at her questioningly. "Are you sure you want to cancel the wedding? everything is ready and RSVPS done, your dad is ready to fly out tomorrow." she said.

Mercedes was resolute in her decision. She can't marry Sam. Not when he doesn't trust her. Not when she is still so angry with him.And hurt. It was as if her heart was breaking.

lt hurt more than walking in on Puck and Sugar. Which does not make sense, she was only with Sam for a month and it wasn't as if she was in love with him. Or was she? She brushed the thought aside. She can't have fallen in love with him.

She could get by as a single mother. She has a stable job and income. She doesn't need a billionaire husband.A cold, hurtful but so hot and handsome billionaire husband, who's so amazing in bed.

She need only tell Mr. Schue that she is cancelling her leave and going back to worlk on Monday and he will be happy to have her back.

Yes, I don't want to marry him. He can fuck off for all I care" she said. She twisted the ring on her finger, reminding herself to return it to him when she gets the chance.

What about the baby?" Santana asked gently.

"It's mine. He obviously doesn't believe it's his. Even with the DNA test, he might find a way to say I rigged it, maybe this is his way of getting rid of me and the baby. I take care of the baby on my own," she said bitterly.

The way he accused her and his icy look still playing clearly in her mind. She sighed heavily and Santana sighed alongside her.

"lt's your decision.I support you no matter what" Santana told her."But you have to tell him and your dad and some of the cousins you had invited to the wedding that it's cancelled," "Of course, you have to tell Sam too," she added ruefully."And don't do it over text please, two of you need to sit down and talk over this first," she said sternly.

Mercedes protested but Santana told her it was only fair that they discussed it as adults and cancel the wedding as adults.

"You wouldn't want anyone to break up with you via text right? It's just not right," she pointed out. "Also, you better do it today, I mean, the flight to Hawaii is tomorrow and we wouldn't want everyone flying there only to find the bride is not there,"

She reluctantly agreed with Santana. It has to be done and it has to be done face-to-face. There was no other way around it. She has to call her dad too and her cousins and some of her other friends back home. It won't be easy explaining to them why she had to cancel the wedding. She can't very well tell them it was because her fiancé had accused her of being a gold digger. She will have to think of some other excuse.

She reluctantly made the call to her dad first. She didn't want to talk to Sam just yet. After almost 30 minutes of patiently explaining to her dad that she was not merely getting the wedding jitters and that she was serious about not going ahead with the wedding, she finally hang up.

"Phew. That was painful," Santana said."Let me deal with your cousins and other friends for you" she offered. I'll make the calls outside, it is time you gave Sam a call and ask to meet him here." she suggested.

Mercedes nodded in assent. Her pulsed quickened as she tapped on Sam's number and made the call. It rang and rang, then went to voicemail. She tried again.This time, it went directly to voicemail.

"Oh so, now you're avoiding my calls? You made horrid accusations against me and you are angry, that's rich!" she said to the phone, jabbing at his name on the display. She tried again. Voicemail again.

"Fine. That's how you want to play it. I will do it through the voicemail then," she said.

She dialed again. This time it rang twice and he picked up."Mercedes, is something wrong?" he sounded concerned, not even a sliver of anger in his tone.Her heart leaped into her mouth and she could barely stammer out a word. She gulped.

"Mercedes? What's wrong? Is it the baby? Where are you" Now, he sounded worried.

"No, I...er... .am fine," she managed to get the words out. Her heart is thumping so loudly, she could barely hear herself.

He didn't reply.The silence on the line was deafening And also scary. She wondered if now he has switched back to his cold anger from earlier.

"I think...we...need ...errr.to...talk," she said.The silence on the other end stretched on. She waited. Is he still there? Have they been cut off. She looked at the screen.They have not been cut off. She put it back to her ears.

There was a soft sigh on his side. "Fine. Where are you?" he finally said, his voice measured. She told him and quickly hang up before he could say anything or ask her anything else.

Then she waited.