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Chapter Nine: I'm Pregnant!

Author: Vanessa Martins
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-11-04 03:08:41

Mia was waiting on the couch when Aria stumbled in that night, her heels dangling from one hand, her hair pinned with the last traces of effort she’d given before the party.

The apartment smelled faintly of popcorn and nail polish remover. Mia muted the television, her eyes narrowing the second she saw her friend’s face.

“That bad?”

Aria dropped onto the couch with a groan. “Worse.”

“Spill.” Mia pulled her legs up, hugging a pillow to her chest like she was bracing for impact.

Aria hesitated, chewing on her lip. “He was there. Of course. Looking… perfect.”

Mia rolled her eyes. “Naturally. Rich, powerful, broody. Let me guess....he glared at you like you’d stolen the last donut?”

“I wish.” Aria swallowed, the words tasting sour. “He wasn’t alone.”

Mia’s brows lifted. “Don’t tell me....”

“Fiancée.” The word broke from Aria like glass. “She was right there beside him. Beautiful. Elegant. Exactly the kind of woman who belongs on his arm.”

Mia’s mouth fell open. “You’re kidding me.”

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