Chapter 3

FELICIA

“You're pregnant ma'am,” the doctor's voice still rang in my head as I sat in the living room, my arms folded.

It's been three days since I slept with that call boy. I feel ashamed of myself right now.

But I still remembered that night, just one mistake and I'm used as a scape goat. I don't know how Harry will take it and I can't even tell him about this.

The image of him was still in my head, his scent, everything.

I still feel ashamed after that night, he didn't collect the money and I didn't see his face. I'm a whore and it breaks me to know that's the truth.

He just vanished that morning, leaving only a cufflink that I accidentally found when I was packing my stuff by the drawer and honestly, it still surprises me.

I held it and stared at it, his initials were boldly written and I couldn't say it, it felt too heavy in my mouth, too unreal.

The slamming of the door made me jerk sharply, my gaze quickly locked towards it. Of course there’s only one annoying human who could have stormed in here…

Harrry!

But he took a pause, stopping briefly at the door, his cold piercing gaze met mine and I felt my chest squeeze.

“Where have you been all day?!” He quipped.

“Uhm, I went to…”

“Never mind, just get dressed now.” He paced around endlessly searching for something.

“Felicia get up!” He scolded. “Get dressed. Can't you see that the company's stock is dropping?!” He rolled his eyes at me.

“That merger is the only solution except you have another. it's been lingering too much and we need to close that deal soonest!” He quipped, sighing deeply.

Paranoid and bossy as always, I didn't reply to him though, I just stood up and still held that cufflink, folding it into my fist because Harry can't see it with me.

I headed upstairs and quickly got dressed, but I hid that cufflink in my purse, I didn't trust that home anymore. That was the only key to verifying my claims about the father of this child.

“Felicia! Can you hurry up, for crying out loud!” Harry's impatient voice boomed from downstairs.

I hastened my feet down the stairs and finally got to him. He just rolled his eyes at me and we walked out.

We drove swiftly to the company and the moment we stepped out of the car, my heart fluttered for a split second. The cufflink? It had the same insignia of the company? What's really going on?

We walked in together, our hands clasped together and the receptionist directed to his office on the top floor.

We got into the elevator, but my heart didn't find peace. I was terrorized by my mind, the guilt, the self blame. Good Lord.

The elevator finally came to a halt and the office door opened. Harry's face was beaming with joy, but my face was sour. We walked in and took our seats, his chair backed us, he was staring at the city view, his legs crossed and his aura unmatched. That same cologne, it choked me again.

However, when he finally turned his chair, my heart sank, not in fear of his aura but the recognition of the same cologne of the call boy hit me hard.

He stood and walked over to us ans stretched his hand for a handshake and it only got worse. I spotted it, the exact royal blue insignia of the cufflink in my purse…

He offered me a seat and his gaze lingered further on me, as if he knew but his expression changed quickly to a stern look.

I used this moment to quickly check the one in my purse to be sure and it was its exact match. I stared at him again as he spoke to Harry and those sharp intimidating blue eyes, I recognized them immediately.

And once again, he focused on me, staring at me for a while, maybe trying to ascertain his thoughts of me, but finally looked away and turned to Harry.

“Have you finalized the proposal?” He spat, but his voice was rude. And Harry wasn't done with that yet, he was supposed to finish up with it tonight, but he was the one that called us to show up here immediately.

“Sir, My wife here…” he turned to me, and I knew he was confused, but he still forced himself to remain calm. I just had to help him.

“Oh, about that. The proposal is almost ready, I just needed to show it to him for the final ascent…” I quickly put in.

“Yeah, that's right…” Harry joined in, but the other man just nodded with a rather cold stare.

“Hmm.” He took in a deep breath and looked away for a while.

When he turned back to me, he smiled warmly and just shrugged it off.

“Don't worry, nevermind,” he replied, his voice firm.

He was being unusually nice to me, but hostile to Harry. I was already growing too uneasy with his character and I had to tell him the one thing that has been bothering me, but I didn't know how.

An idea popped up and I quickly turned to him.

“Uhm, please can I have a glass of water?” I begged and he quickly agreed.

“Sure,” he stood up immediately to get the water from the dispenser and I quickly grabbed my pen and scribbled it on a piece of paper boldly.

“I'M PREGNANT.”

When he gave me the glass, I stylishly slid the paper into his hands and we exchanged awkward glances at each other.

Harry noticed it and raised an eyebrow at me, but I looked away.

When he took a seat, Harry was already feeling something was off, but didn't have a say, but that didn't even matter.

When Richard opened the paper, he turned to me and raised an eyebrow, giving me a blank stare. And I choked on the water.

“Is everything alright?” Harry asked now, staring at me with a cold look.

But he got no reply and I didn't even bother to look at him either. I quickly grabbed my phone and sent Richard the pregnancy report I had gotten from the doctor a few days ago and the check up I got when I visited the hospital earlier today.

He was speechless and just stared at me, his face folding softly into a deadly scowl.

“Sir, is everything alright?” Harry asked again.

But he was too busy to answer that as he was busy checking his phone.

“Get out of my office!” He spat, his voice cold and too calm.

“But Sir…” Harry tried to persuade him but he immediately shouted at us again to get out.

“Leave here now before I call the security!”

We got up immediately and rushed out. Harry was awkwardly surprised about how it suddenly ended that way, but I keep exactly why he acted that way and it broke me.

We walked out together in silence and he was confused, but I was broken.

“Why the sudden change?” Harry asked. He was clearly confused. “He was nice to me the other time I came here.”

“I don't know!” I spat, forcing the tears back in and just left him behind.

Why me? Just why?!