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ma with Mr. Reed present, they could only exchange glances and suppress their reactions I wasanit in a daze when Felix shot my medias and pulled his arm away. My mother stumbled back, yelping in surprise,
The conmihans, teary–eyed, spoke up. “Ma’am, I don’t know whost misunderstandings you have, but Mr. Reed and I maintain a strictly profesional relationship. There’s nothing improper between us.
She glanced at me, her voice entching as she continued. “If someone has a problem with me, they should confront me directly instead of sending family
members to chise series!”
My mother, infuriated, raised her hand to strike the ensultant again, yelling.
But Felix’s face had already darkened. He stepped forward, pushed my mother away, and hacked, “Security, escort her out! And don’t let her back in
My mother was dragged out, shouting and protesting about how her pregnant daughter was being mistreated.
The top–floor office returned to silence, though the tension was now even thicker, like the calm before a storm.
I wanted to explain, but Telix didn’t spare me a glance. He turned and left with the consultant by his side, not looking back,
The whispers started immediately toh my god, this scandal is huge! Mr. Reed has a secret marriage and a child on the way, while his wife’s family barges in to attack a consultant!)
[Wait, I’ve worked with Mr. Reed for years, and there was never any hint of a relationship with Drielle. How did they suddenly get married and pregnant?]
[Who’s the real problem here? Maybe Drielle was
as the one who got involved where she shouldn’t. Mr. Reed doesn’t look like he has any feelings for
herl
Emilia scrolled through the increasingly outrageous chat messages, fuming. “What nonsense! They’re just spreading lies.”
She started typing to clarify, but I shook my head, stopping her. “It won’t change their minds.”
Emilia put her phone down, hesitated, and asked, “So, what’s really going on between you and Mr. Reed?”
1 remained silent for a moment before murmuring, “You were right. A marriage without love can’t last.”
My face was pale, and I looked as if I might break at any moment.
Emilia felt a pang of sympathy for me.“So, what are you planning to do?”
I pressed my lips together, meeting Emilia’s concerned gaze. Fighting back my emotions, I replied, “Don’t worry. I’ll handle it.”
I placed a protective hand on my belly, my expression resolute. This time, I was determined to live for myself
Back home, 1 ignored the countless calls from my mother and stepfather, eventually blocking their numbers altogether
At 10 p.m. Felix returned home.
I went up to him, ready to explain wog, but he spoke first, his tone cold. “I’ve already sent money to your mother. Don’t have your family bother
my employees again”
My face froze.
He
sent her more money? Anger rose within me, lodging in my throat.
Taking a deep breath, I struggled to keep my voice steady. “Believe me or not, I didn’t ask my mother to come to the company, nor did I target anyone I also asked you pot to send my mother any more money…”
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The time Trialtřed it, belts had kirkady left,
Looking around the empty house, I finally reh the pain seep into my bones.
The next day was ing prenatal checkup.
Leena Polix several messages, none of which received a reply. My
My eyes dimmed, and I ender og taking a taxi to the hospital alone.
Partway through my appointment, an unfamiliar number called. It was a feadhunter.
“Ms, Marlowe, we’ve heard about your situation and understatul the difficulties poiree faring. Would you be interested in considering other opportunities?”
“The CEO of AeroTech really admires your work, and we believe you’ll have better growth prospects there. We’ve sent you an email and hope to hear back soon.
Surprised, I replied, “Thank you. I’ll seriously consider it.”
Topened my email to find a job offer waiting–complete with a company seal, offering a million in annual salary. The sincerity was undeniable.
1 fel a flicker of hope.
Clutching my medical records, I exited the obstetrics department. The doctor’s words echoed in my mind: Be mindful of your stress levels: the baby’s development is showing some concerning signs.
As I made my way to the payment counter, I looked up and nearly laughed aloud at the absurdity of the scene before me. Sometimes, laughter was the only way to cope with such mockery.
Melody was leaning against Felix, standing just ahead of me in line.
“I remember you once promised to give me a family,” Melody said softly.
“I remember,” Felix replied, his voice gentle in a way he’d never used with me.
Melody continued, “If I were to get pregnant too, would you divorce her and marry me?”
Felix hesitated, seeming about to respond when he turned and locked eyes with me, who was watching them with an unwavering gaze.
