If it wasn't the fear of being discovered kicking in the first time it was right now I feared this person the most, and I was the one responsible for this.

I was beginning to feel anxious, my breaths going heavier.

I had to put an end to this impersonator.

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NEXT DAY.

The days after a personal loss was always icky. 

This one was even more horrible than usual.

I felt terribly lightheaded and weak as the hours passed by. Perhaps, it was a response to feeling responsible for Serena's condition.

Something didn't feel right. My nosebleeds were so much more often, my head was pounding harder, my heartbeat was quicker and I had experienced a loss of appetite.

   3 PM. 

I ended up ditching my daily schedule and decided to stay in bed. I wasn't doing so well.

I laid in bed feeling loathsome. The thought of Serena gone became more shattering. Draco wasn't home.

It was just me and it was just my devasting thoughts accompanying me.

I sat up and suddenly felt something warm rush down my nose. My mind was blank for a second until I touched the substance. 

Blood.

I stood up and my head spun, what was happening?

It wouldn't stop. The more steps I took, the more my head pounded.

The blood wouldn't stop, there were stains of blood printed on my shirt.

My hands trembled, and the next step I took felt as though I'd end up tripping.

Until it stopped. 

"Master?Master!" I could hear the one voice around me as my vision went black. 

3RD POINT PERSPECTIVE.

"I realize now, that it was a horrible idea not to let you know of my presence in England.." Mattheo said, sitting in front of Tom, who was silent.

"It's too late now," Tom mumbled.

"I'm sorry.." expressed Mattheo, his voice almost about to crack. 

"For what exactly?"

"For everything, I take accountability and know it was wrong, it was wrong of me to leave you and Serena all by yourself, I take accountability for stealing and wrongfully using the money collected by you," Mattheo answered, this answer of him had been butchering him for a long time, he had yearned years to say these exact words to his siblings.

He sniffled. "I was in a terrible state of mind, but that will never justify my actions, Tom.."

Tom's gaze softened. "Do you actually mean it, or is this another one of your sick jokes?"

"Tom, I mean it."

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BACK TO EMERLYN'S POINT OF VIEW.

I was in a hospital. 

I could smell the strong scent of hand sanitizer you would only smell in a clinic or hospital. 

I could feel the soft texture of the bed sheet and I slowly motioned my head around. 

The room was mostly white with a few posters about health, there were various amounts of potions distributed on a large desk beside me, and on top of them were cabinets.

On the other side was Draco, who hadn't realized I was awake. 

I let out a groan and sat up and a wave of memories flashed through me, reminding me of what had happened. 

"You're awake!" He exclaimed rushing to embrace me. 

I placed my arms around him and listened to the heart beating in his chest. This silent moment was enough to tell me that everything would be fine.

"What happened to you?" Draco inquired letting go. I placed my hand on his and began tracking my memories.

"I...I...was in bed...and then I began having a nosebleed...and when I got up..I...I think...I..went"

"Unconscious." He finished my sentence. "But don't worry, you'll be alright."

My grip on his hand became a little more firm until he let go. "I'll go get some food for you."

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"Oh, you're awake!" A nurse stated optimistically, walking in. "How wonderful.."

I parted my lips to reply, but I just couldn't think of anything to say.

"You know, it's important to really take care of yourself, especially in this condition." She began scrambling through the cabinets.

"What?"

"I thought you knew."

"Knew what?"

"You are 3 weeks pregnant."

A wave of panic struck me. No. This could not be.

I don't want to be a mother.

A/N: Okay I know people don't like the pregnancy trope, but this event is sorta the pathway to the sequel of the book. This trope isn't meant to make a 'happy family' but to turn Emerlyn's life around and create conflicts for her. 

I promise, promise, promise you I'm using this trope for character development and more of a curse than a blessing for Emerlyn.

Please I promise you, you won't be disappointed by how I approach this trope, it's going to be unique and super interesting!