LOGINThe morning didn’t feel unusual.Not to Ammie.She woke up early, quieter than usual, her hand resting lightly on her stomach for a few seconds before she sat up. There was a heaviness in her body she couldn’t explain—like her energy was being pulled in different directions.Blue had already left.She had gone to visit Ammie’s mother, promising she’d be back later in the day.“Don’t go anywhere unnecessary,” Blue had warned before leaving.Ammie had nodded.But life didn’t always ask for permission before it changed everything.Ammie stood in front of the mirror, adjusting her simple outfit.Today was her hospital appointment.She wasn’t even sure why she felt nervous. Maybe it was the pregnancy tests. Maybe it was everything happening with Adrian. Maybe it was Bianca’s shadow she could feel even when no one was around.She sighed.Then grabbed her small bag.Only to pause.Her wallet was almost empty.Her phone too—she had already lost it days ago.“…Perfect,” she muttered under her
Adrian didn’t move for a long time.His car was still parked outside the restaurant, engine running, but he wasn’t seeing anything in front of him anymore.All he could hear was Blue’s voice.She’s carrying your child.It repeated in his head like it had nowhere else to go.Then came the confusion.Then the anger.Then something worse.Fear.“…That’s not possible,” he said again, quieter this time, like saying it softly would make it less real.But his chest disagreed.It felt tight.Heavy.Like something inside him was reacting before his mind could catch up.He pressed his forehead briefly against the steering wheel.“Think,” he muttered to himself. “Think.”But thinking only made it worse.Because the moment he tried to focus—It came.A flash.Not clear.Not complete.Just fragments.Ammie.Standing close to him.Laughing at something he said.Her hand lightly tapping his arm like she had done it a hundred times before.His breath caught sharply.His hand flew off the steering whe
The restaurant was busy that afternoon.Plates clinked softly, voices overlapped, and the air carried the smell of food and quiet conversations. It was the kind of normal Ammie had been trying to hold onto.But nothing inside her felt normal.She moved carefully between tables, one hand steadying the tray, the other unconsciously brushing against her stomach every now and then.Blue noticed.She always did.“Take it easy,” Blue whispered as she passed her.Ammie gave a small nod. “I’m fine.”But her eyes said otherwise.The door opened.And the air shifted.Adrian stepped in.Not as a boss.Not as someone powerful.Just… a customer.But his presence still carried weight.His eyes scanned the room slowly—Then stopped.On her.Ammie.For a moment—Everything else faded.“…It’s her,” he murmured.Something in his chest tightened again.That same pull.That same feeling he couldn’t explain.Without thinking—He walked toward an empty table.Sat down.But his eyes never left her.Ammie fe
Adrian’s house felt different.Not quiet.Not peaceful.Just… controlled.Everything was in place, but nothing felt right.Adrian stood by the window, adjusting his cuff slowly, his mind not fully present. Since leaving the hospital, something had been off—like a part of him had been left behind somewhere he couldn’t remember.Behind him, Bianca walked in, her heels clicking softly against the floor.“You should be resting,” she said gently.Adrian didn’t turn.“I’ve rested enough.”Bianca watched him carefully. Even now, even after everything, he still felt… distant. Not cold. Not rude. Just not hers.Before she could say anything else—The door opened.“Adrian!”His mother walked in, her presence filling the room instantly.“My son,” she said, walking straight to him and holding his face warmly. “You’re looking better.”Adrian gave a small nod. “I’m fine.”She turned immediately to Bianca, her expression softening.“And you,” she smiled. “You’ve been taking good care of him.”Bianca
Ammie didn’t sleep.Not even for a minute.Every time her eyes closed, her body jerked awake again—her mind dragging her back to that moment. The grip. The voice. The fear that had wrapped around her chest so tightly she could barely breathe.She sat on the bed, knees drawn close, staring into nothing.Her fingers trembled slightly as she rubbed her palms together.“…He was going to hurt me,” she whispered.Across the room, Blue watched her carefully. She hadn’t slept either.“I know,” Blue said quietly, sitting up. “That’s why you can’t ignore this.”Ammie shook her head slowly, like she was trying to push the memory away.“But why me?” she asked, her voice breaking. “What did I do?”Blue didn’t answer immediately.Because they both knew.Bianca.That name didn’t need to be said out loud.Blue stood and walked over, sitting beside her.“This isn’t random,” she said firmly. “You’re in danger.”Ammie’s hand slowly moved to her stomach again.Instinct.Fear.Protection.“I can’t lose th
Ammie didn’t tell anyone else.Not after the hospital.Not after the confirmation.Not even after she and Blue got back home.The word pregnant still echoed in her head like something unreal… something fragile… something that could be taken away if she said it too loud.She sat on the edge of the bed, her fingers clenched tightly together.“This changes everything…” she whispered.Blue leaned against the wall, arms folded, watching her carefully.“Yeah,” she said quietly. “It does.”Silence stretched between them.Heavy.Uncomfortable.Then Blue spoke again, her voice lower this time.“You can’t let them find out.”Ammie looked up slowly.“What?”Blue stepped closer.“I’m serious,” she said. “Think about it. Bianca already hates you. If she finds out you’re carrying Adrian’s child… do you think she’ll just sit and watch?”That hit.Hard.Ammie’s chest tightened.“She won’t,” Blue continued. “And his mother? You saw how they treated you at the hospital.”Ammie swallowed.Her hand moved







