Driven by Anger
Enrico
I spent the whole day at the stables and then, as usual, went to the pub with Bruno. I needed a few drinks, but I limited myself to just two shots, as we had a trip scheduled for the next day, very early in the morning. This time, Tayla wasn't accompanying my friend, as she had traveled to the Caribbean for work. This was providential because we could talk completely freely, something that hadn't been possible for several days.
"Are you dating Tayla?" I asked curiously. "You don't have to answer if you don't want to."
"No," he replied nonchalantly, savoring his soda. "She doesn't want to date."
I liked the calm way Bruno approached all situations, not really caring about anything. Proof of this was that he didn't mind being with Tayla, even when she made her interest in me clear.
"Rachel is pregnant," I blurted out without thinking much about the words.
"Seriously!?" Bruno asked, with a wide smile that initially confused me. "So, Enrico Bianchi will be a father?"
"There's no way it could be my child," I explained, with irritation.
We had a friendship where we shared everything, always being honest about our feelings. In Rachel's case, it wasn't any different, so it was understandable that Bruno had believed for a moment that the child was mine.
"I had a vasectomy two years ago."
"Oh, man!" Bruno lamented, sharing some of the same irritation as me. "So, this can only mean she was seeing someone else, without you knowing."
"Or others..." I wouldn't dismiss that possibility.
"But, come to think of it..." Bruno began to say with apparent indecision. "Everything that happens in your house, the security guards inform you. And as far as I know, Rachel hasn't left the residence at any time."
Of course, Bruno was correct, but I wouldn't doubt that Rachel had managed to seduce my security guards to keep her outings secret, all to maintain her facade of a remorseful girl seeking a fresh start.
I shared exactly this suspicion with Bruno. I was tired of being made a fool of by Rachel, but still, I always desired to have her in my arms, despite everything she had done and apparently continued to do in London. I was convinced she hadn't even left the mansion during all this time.
"It seems like Rachel will never change," Bruno commented, taking the last sip of his drink.
I had left home soon after the unpleasant discovery and only returned in the evening. Despite the anger I felt towards Rachel, I still arranged all the vitamins and anti-nausea medications that Dr. Learns had prescribed for her. I couldn't help it, after all, her pregnancy symptoms were intense, and she could barely get out of bed since the previous day.
I found the house silent upon arrival, which was common for the time. I went straight to my room, a slight feeling of irritability still present, but now considerably milder, considering the annoyance that had dominated me throughout the day.
Due to medical ethics, I couldn't access the results of Rachel's test, but I had no doubts that the result would be positive, especially after finding out that she had taken a pharmacy test confirming her pregnancy.
Now, I had a cruel doubt: who was the other man Rachel got involved with since arriving in London? Until then, she was a virgin, but I also wouldn't seek answers.
In the end, I was a great fool for believing in her pretense, when she portrayed herself as a victim for having that scar on her face. That mattered not to me and did not change the fact that she was extremely beautiful.
If, for a moment, Rachel believed that I would assume the child of another man, just because I felt guilty in some way for her difficult situation now, or even because of the strong feelings I had for her, she was very mistaken. That pregnancy fell upon me as a betrayal, and I would not forgive her at all.
Even though we didn't have a relationship, the fact that Rachel pretended to be hurt by it, pretending to have this desire for me, while in reality, getting involved with others behind my back, was something I wouldn't accept.
I imagine Rachel's secret encounters happened while I was in Formula One competitions. She took advantage of my absence to live her life normally, pretending to change when I was in London, which was now clear that hadn't happened.
Despite being quite upset, even enraged, one thing was decided in my mind: I wouldn't send her away. I had no intention of getting involved in her situation or helping her in any way, but I also wouldn't leave her on the street, helpless, when her family, especially Sarah, had already made it clear they didn't care what happened to her.
All these conflicting thoughts disrupted my sleep, and it was easy to be at the airport promptly at seven in the morning to catch the flight to the next destination: Singapore. This time, I would be away from home for almost two weeks, as we would head directly to Japan, where the next race would take place. This seemed providential, given the situation that was happening in my house.
I hoped that when I returned to London, I could see Rachel only as the employee she was, forgetting the desire she had always aroused in me since the first moment I saw her in a club in Seattle.
Unlike the other times I went out to compete since I met her, now I would return to my normal behavior as a single man, a pilot coveted by several women wherever I went.
I would follow my masculine instincts, and when reports about my involvements with women appeared in gossip articles and media outlets dedicated to celebrity life, they wouldn't just be speculations but the reality, as it used to be.
It wouldn't just be to provoke jealousy in that cold and selfish girl; now, I admitted that it would also be to hurt her, just as I was feeling. Maybe I was just wasting my time because something was quite clear: Rachel had no heart.
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