Chapter 6: Questions without Answers

Sarah's heart raced as she stood in the marble bathroom, staring at the tiny white stick that held her world in its grip. Two lines. Not one. Panic surged through her.

"No. No, this can’t be true," she whispered, backing away as if the test might leap at her. "It has to be a false positive."

Her hands shook, gripping the counter for stability. The air felt heavy, the walls closing in. She stumbled into her lavish bedroom, the cool hardwood floor anchoring her whirling thoughts.

Get it together, Sarah. Breathe.

She sank onto the velvet stool at her vanity, eyes wide and brimming with disbelief. “This isn’t happening,” she said to her reflection. “There’s no way I’m—”

She couldn’t bring herself to say the word.

Tomorrow. Tomorrow, she’d go to the hospital, get a blood test, and confirm the truth. No jumping to conclusions.

Her phone buzzed in her trembling hands. Should she call Mia? Her best friend? But how do you casually say, “Hey, I might be pregnant with my billionaire husband’s baby”? Especially when Andrew barely treated her like more than a business deal?

She scrolled through her contacts, hovering over Mia’s name before locking her phone with a frustrated sigh. “No. Not yet. I need to be sure.”

Nausea churned in her stomach as she paced the room, each step setting off a quiet rustle from her silk robe. “Calm down, Sarah. Everything’s going to be fine,” she whispered, trying to convince herself. But “fine” felt like a distant fantasy.

Placing a hand on her flat stomach, she wondered if there was truly a life inside her. Andrew’s child?

Her chest tightened at the thought. What would he say? Would he care? Would he be furious?

She turned to the window, gazing out at the sprawling city beneath the indifferent night sky. Andrew was likely engrossed in a meeting, oblivious to how their contract marriage had just taken a complicated twist.

Closing her eyes, she drew in a deep breath. “Whatever happens, I’ll deal with it. Just like I always do.” Yet, a tear slipped down her cheek.

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**Andrew’s Office.**

The air conditioner hummed, mingling with the scratch of his pen as Andrew Luthor flipped through contracts. His jaw clenched, focused solely on business. Everything was easier than thinking about… her.

His concentration shattered when the door swung open without a knock.

“Andrew,” a sultry voice purred.

He didn’t look up. “Why are you here, Lena?”

She sauntered in, heels clicking on marble, exuding confidence wrapped in designer clothes. She settled into the leather chair across from him, a feline smile curling her lips.

“I came to see you.”

“I’m busy,” he replied coldly, flipping to the next page.

Lena leaned forward, undeterred. “You haven’t returned my calls. Your assistant keeps brushing me off.”

“That’s because I told her to.”

Disappointment flickered across her face, but she quickly recovered. “Don’t tell me you’re starting to catch feelings for her.”

He paused, piercingly meeting her gaze.

“What nonsense are you talking about, Lena?”

“You’ve been different. Cold to me, but not to her.” Her tone rose, vulnerability creeping in. “You defended her. You acted like she mattered.”

He exhaled, folding his hands strategically. “You’re reading too much into this.”

“No, I’m not.” Lena stood, expression shifting from playful to fierce. “Look me in the eye and tell me she means nothing to you. Say it, Andrew.”

His face remained stoic, but deep inside, something cracked. He should deny it, should utter the expected words. But they lodged in his throat.

She took a step closer, urgency dripping from her voice. “You owe me that, Andrew.”

“After everything we had?!” Lena’s voice cut through the air, desperation lighting her eyes.

“Stop prying, Lena,” he warned, his voice dangerously low.

“I deserve to know!” she shot back, the urgency in her voice rising.

Andrew shot up from his chair, the legs scraping harshly against the floor. “What do you want me to say?” he snapped, frustration etched on his face.

“Anything!” she whispered, her breath hitching. “Anything that proves you’re still mine!”

He dragged a hand through his hair, his frustration palpable. A glance out the large glass window revealed a city skyline that sparkled like a cage around him. Why couldn’t he just deny it? Why couldn’t he say the words that would shatter her fears? Because the truth terrified him.

Sarah was meant to be a means to an end—a pawn in a game he didn’t want to play. But now, she was complicating everything.

“I have a meeting,” he said curtly, snatching his jacket from the back of the chair.

“Is that all?” Lena choked, her voice trembling. “You’re just going to walk away?”

“There’s nothing more to say,” he replied, his tone final.

And in an instant, he was gone-no backward glance, just a slam of the door echoing in the silence.

Lena stood frozen, fists clenched until her nails dug into her palms, her heart pounding. This can’t be happening, she thought, panic rising in her chest. He wouldn’t fall for that… that thing.

“Sarah,” she spat, the name dripping with venom. “You will never take my place. Never.”