Chapter 5

FELICIA

For days, I've wallowed in pain. That wasn't the problem, the pregnancy was growing and I was growing even more worried about it.

Based on how he treated me the last time, I had avoided him for a whole week, but today, the pain feels thicker.

Sooner than I expect, my belly would be bulging out and I wouldn't have an explanation to give to Harry who was too busy fucking other women and saw me like shit. We haven't had sex in like forever, we can't even do that anytime soon. And I don't know what to do.

This feeling is painful and now, I can only wish I hadn't met him that night, I can only wish Harry was sensible enough.

I just don't know what to do. And from my little experience with him these past few weeks, I've come to realize that sometimes, it's not love into which unbreakable bonds are built, but it's the decency of merciful lies and it hurts to know that I'm caught in world of two men and losing what I never really had.

But then again, staying here and worrying all day won't help. I'll have to go meet him.

With a deep sigh, I dragged myself up and got to the bedroom. Picked a few simple clothes and left to meet him. The drive was silent, apart from the soft music playing from the radio, my mind was numb.

When I arrived at the office, my heart skipped a beat. But I forced myself, taking long controlled breaths and thereafter, I walked into the office.

He was sitting there, alone and just stared at me.

“What?!” He quickly snapped, rising up immediately, I'm sure to come send me away.

“Wait, before you do anything, I just came to tell you something.”

He paused for a while, his eyes narrowed at me and his arms folded into his side.

“I'm pregnant, let that sink into your head,” I stated. He just stared calmly, I know his mind was already planning his next defense mechanism.

“And we both know the baby is yours. But that's not the point. I really want you to know and understand that I can't keep hiding this anymore and I don't know what to do. I'm also not here for your money and I'm not also a spy for your father or anyone.”

But he walked straight up to me, not wasting a single second and lashed out, despite all these explanations.

“I don't believe you, you lying slut! You're one of my father's spies, you can't fool me.” He spat. He leaned in closer, his breath heavy on my skin and he grabbed my neck now. My breath was shallow as I stared and trembled.

“If word of this ever gets out to the media or anyone apart from the both of us, I will deal with you, your company, your petty boyfriend or husband or whatever you call him, Harry whatever…i will make sure you never know peace!” He slammed and pushed me away.

Tears rolled down my eyes as I couldn't believe he said those things to me. But I can't help it right?

I can't also look weak here to him. He's just a stupid bastard.

I stood up sharply, wiping my tears immediately and stared at him coldly, my voice firm.

“I didn't come here for your money or whatever. I only came here because I thought you were the man I met that night, but clearly, I was wrong. And stay away from me, I don't want to ever see you close to me or my baby when she comes, I hate you!” I spat and turned away immediately.

I left in tears, but somewhat relieved.

The worst part of this isn't just the pain.

It's the sad feeling of realizing I was carrying the child of a man that couldn't even believe me. He couldn't even handle the truth, he was too scared. I blame myself for trying to get back at Harry in the first place. I blame him for even pushing me to the edge. For all I knew, I was barren, but just one reckless night, just one night and I'm being punished for a mistake!

I never wished it should happen this way, it was just supposed to be a good time together, nothing more, just to get over him, but look where it's landed me.

Tears rolled down my eyes as I left and my heart endlessly pounded against my ribs. I brushed my fingers on my belly, but with a firm resolve.

The mistake has been made and there's no going back now. Since he's too petty to accept responsibility, I'll handle it myself, but there's one thing I will never do…