LAUREN’S POV
Pregnant. That word rang in my ears over and over again like a siren. My brain heard it, but my heart… my heart refused to believe it. I turned slowly, like my whole body had forgotten how to move. My eyes landed on Ethan. He wasn’t looking at me. He was staring at the floor like a boy caught stealing. My lips parted, and my voice came out so weak, I barely recognized it. “Ethan… is it true?” I prayed – God, I actually prayed in that second that he would look up and say no. That Sofia was just playing a sick joke. That it was a lie. That he didn’t do this to me. To us. To our daughter. But he didn’t even lift his head. He didn’t say a single word. His jaw clenched, his eyes flicked to the side like a coward, and in that second… I knew. He didn’t have to say anything. His silence hit harder than a slap. It was true. She wasn’t lying. Sofia was actually pregnant with his child. And I...his wife was standing there like a fool. Like a leftover. Something inside me cracked. I could feel it. It started small, like a pinch in my chest, then it spread like fire across my whole body. My stomach twisted. My throat tightened. My legs felt weak. I didn’t cry. I didn’t scream. I just… broke quietly. In a daze, I turned around and walked out of his office. I didn’t say goodbye. I didn’t wait for an explanation. I didn’t even look back. Each step felt like dragging cement. My heels tapped against the marble floor, too loud in the silence. The hallway spun a little, but I didn’t slow down. I needed to get out. I needed to breathe. “Ma’am?” Ethan’s secretary stood up as I passed by. Her face looked worried. She probably saw everything. I could see it in her eyes. Pity. “Are you alright?” I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. My voice had gone missing. I kept walking, fast, like maybe if I moved fast enough, none of this would be real. I reached the elevator and pressed the button with a shaking hand. But after a second, I stepped away. I couldn’t just stand there. I couldn’t be still. I felt like I was going to explode. Without thinking, I turned and pushed open the stairwell door. One step. Then another. I gripped the railing like it was the only thing holding me up. Down. Down. Just keep going down. I burst through the exit door and into the sunlight. The bright light hit me like a slap. I blinked hard, trying to adjust, but the world kept spinning. I reached into my bag for my car keys. My hands were shaking so much I dropped them. “No, no, no…” I whispered to myself as I knelt down and picked them up. I stood there for a second. My car was just a few steps away, but I couldn’t move. My chest was too tight. My breathing too shallow. My body frozen. I couldn’t drive. I couldn’t even stand up straight. So I walked. I didn’t know where I was going. I just turned and walked away from the building. Away from Ethan. Away from the woman carrying his child. Away from the life I thought I had. People passed me on the street. Cars honked. I didn’t see their faces. Didn’t hear their voices. Everything was muffled and distant. I kept walking. Her voice kept echoing in my head. “I’m pregnant.” And him… the man who swore he’d love me forever. The man I gave up my whole career for, picking up extra shifts so he could build the company he dreamed of – Black Enterprise. The same man who kissed my belly when I was pregnant with Elena and whispered, “You’re my home.” He said nothing. Not even I’m sorry. Not even a lie to hold onto. Just silence. My feet hurt. My heels rubbed raw against my skin. My blouse clung to my back with sweat. But I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. Because if I stopped, I’d have to think. And if I thought, I’d have to feel. And if I felt… I’d fall apart. I reached a corner and leaned against a lamppost. My hand gripped the cold metal, trying to stay upright. The world tilted. My knees buckled a little. I blinked fast. Everything was spinning. My heart pounded in my ears. My stomach turned. I swallowed hard, but it didn’t help. Then everything went black. I don’t remember falling. Just that my body gave up. Gave in. But I didn’t hit the ground. Someone caught me. Strong arms wrapped around me, lifting me gently. “It’s okay. I’ve got you. You’re alright.” The voice was deep. My head rested against a chest. I could feel the warmth through his shirt. I wanted to ask who he was. I wanted to see his face. But I couldn’t open my eyes. I was so tired. “Stay with me,” he said softly. I tried to speak, but my lips wouldn’t move. Everything felt heavy. My arms. My legs. Even my tears were stuck. He carried me. I didn’t know where. I didn’t care. I let myself go. All I remember is the way he held me – like I still mattered. Like I wasn’t just someone left behind.LAUREN'S POV “Wait… so what are you saying now?” I asked, my voice carrying more disbelief than I intended. My mind struggled to process what the manager had just said, as though the words had been spoken in a foreign language I didn’t quite understand. “Exactly what you heard,” the manager replied, her tone calm yet firm, as though this was a simple matter of business. “You’re being transferred to Italy to work for one of Hale Industries’ branches.” For a moment, all I could do was stare at her, then let my gaze shift toward the men seated across from her, their expressions unreadable, their silence almost oppressive. It felt like they had delivered a verdict, one that they expected me to accept without question. Italy. Did she really expect me to leave everything behind, to cross an ocean just for a job I had barely started? My chest tightened at the thought, my pulse racing as a wave of resistance surged through me. “Ma’am, with due respect… I don’t think that would be possib
LAUREN'S POV Waking up today felt entirely different — lighter, calmer, far better than the way I had woken up yesterday with that hammering headache pounding behind my eyes. At least today I could open them without wincing, without the sharp sting of regret for a night I couldn’t remember. No confusion about how I had gotten into a strange room, no unfamiliar ceiling above my head. Just my own space, my own bed, and the fresh clarity of morning. Tessa had already left for work, her absence noticeable in the apartment. She was always up early, full of energy that I honestly envied. I was about to head out myself. It was my first day at the new job, and the nerves crawling beneath my skin were almost unbearable. The memory of what Tessa had told me last night replayed in my head like a chant, a small comfort to my anxiety: You won’t be seeing your boss all the time. He’s the CEO, but he doesn’t hover over the employees. That was all I wanted — distance. If her words turned out to be
LAUREN'S POV We walked toward the couch and slowly sank into the cushions. My legs felt heavier than usual, and even though I tried to appear calm, my mind was buzzing like a swarm of restless bees. Tessa sat beside me with her arms crossed tightly against her chest, her brows furrowed in that way she always did whenever she was about to interrogate me. She looked less like my best friend at that moment and more like a mother waiting to scold a reckless child. “Where were you last night?” Tessa finally asked, her tone sharp and filled with curiosity. It wasn’t an innocent question, it carried weight, expectation, and the promise of judgment. I rolled my eyes and tried to ease the tension, though deep down, I was dreading this exact conversation. “Relax, I’ll explain that too,” I said with a forced calmness. My voice wavered slightly, betraying me. “I don’t know if you remember this, but you got completely drunk last night and stumbled straight to the dance floor.” I pushed forward
LAUREN'S POV “Now tell me, do you have any questions?” he asked, rolling a silver pen over his knuckles with an ease that spoke of long practice. About his business life? No. About what happened yesterday? Yes. But I couldn’t ask that now. Not here, not with the sharp fluorescent lights humming above me and his calculating eyes fixed on my face. I just shook my head lightly and pressed my lips together. Best to keep my mouth shut. “Does that mean I’m hired? If so, when do I start work?” I asked finally, trying to keep my tone neutral, almost casual “Tomorrow,” he said, setting the pen down with a quiet click. “You can use today to get yourself prepared — iron your clothes properly and take care of your hair a little better than this.” His gaze lingered on my hair for a fraction too long, and his voice, though calm, felt like a slap. My breath caught. I closed my eyes for half a second, not wanting to show the heat that was rushing up my cheeks in embarrassment. My fingers twitch
LAUREN'S POV “You want me to purposely refuse you this job opportunity without even getting to know if you’re fit for the job because you think I might take revenge on you for how you spoke to me last night?” he asked, his voice firm and steady, while leaning back in his chair like he had all the time in the world. His eyes locked on me, sharp but unreadable, and that casual confidence in his tone made me shift uncomfortably in my seat. “I don’t think so, I know so,” I replied, refusing to break eye contact. My words came out harsher than I intended, but my chest was already tightening with nerves. His lips curved into the faintest smile, one that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “You speak like you’ve known me forever when we only just met yesterday. And I’m not as childish as you think. I’m disciplined, Lauren. I know how to separate my personal life from my business life. I don’t mix them, no matter what. So I wouldn’t take any sort of weird revenge you think I would. Relax.” He re
LAUREN'S POV “Miss. Lauren, I'll like to introduce you to the CEO of Hale Industries, Roman Hale,” the manager said. And immediately, my heart dropped. I couldn’t even hide the disappointed look on my face. My lips parted slightly, and I felt my throat go dry as if all the moisture had been drained out of me in one sharp pull. It would have been easier, so much easier if he had been anyone else. If he were just the IT guy, the one fixing wires in the back office. If he were a coworker, another person hustling day to day. At least then I could tuck away what happened between us into a box labeled “mistake” and shove it into some dusty corner of my memory. But this? This was far worse than anything I had braced myself for. I should have seen the signs last night. The bodyguards, the special VIP treatment, the way the staff at the club seemed to recognize him instantly, it all screamed power. Status. Untouchable wealth. My instincts had whispered that he wasn’t just some random guy