CHAPTER 1: Blair Is Pregnant

“Move!” Philip Armstrong’s commanding voice cut through the chaos of the emergency unit as he burst through the hospital doors, his brother's wife cradled tightly in his powerful arms.

“Doctor! Somebody help!”

Nurses dropped everything and rushed toward him, wheeling a stretcher into place.

Rita barely had time to register what was happening. Her mop was still gripped in her hands when Philip’s broad shoulder slammed into her, knocking her sideways with the force of his urgency. The bucket toppled, spilling soapy water across the polished floor. She stumbled hard into the wall, pain flaring sharply through her shoulder.

She stared after him, frozen in place.

He did not even recognize her.

Her husband could not recognize her because she was wearing a uniform he had never seen on her.

Her eyes followed his retreating figure until the emergency room doors swung shut behind him with a heavy finality.

For a long moment, she simply stood there, her heart strangely heavy in her chest.

Three years.

For seven years she had loved Philip Armstrong with everything she had.

Yet today, he had not even seen her.

Once her shift ended, Rita slipped into the staff locker room. She washed her hands slowly, changed out of her cleaning uniform into a pair of fitted blue jeans and a simple white tank top, then gathered her long dark hair into a loose ponytail. She told herself she should leave, just go home and forget the whole night. But her feet carried her toward the waiting area anyway. And there he was.

Philip sat alone on one of the cold metal benches, elbows resting on his knees, suit rumpled with his tie hanging loose. His hands clasped so tightly together that his knuckles showed white. For the first time that evening, the powerful CEO looked helpless, his usual confidence stripped away.

Rita hesitated at the edge of the room. The memory of him pushing past her still stung. Should she walk away? Or should she go to him?

After drawing in a deep breath, she made her choice. She walked over slowly.

Before she could say a word, Philip lifted his head. The familiar scent of her jasmine perfume reached him first. His eyes widened. His entire body stiffened.

“Rita…” His voice came out as little more than a whisper.

“Philip.”

He stood up so quickly that the bench scraped loudly against the floor. “What are you doing here?” His brows knitted together in confusion.

She offered him a small smile before answering quietly, “I work here.”

His jaw dropped, followed by a furrow in his thick black brows. "You work here."

Rita nodded. “Why did you push me so hard when you came in?”

Philip’s expression shifted at once. “That… was you?”

Rita nodded.

“Oh God…” He ran a hand through his hair, clearly rattled. “I’m so sorry.” He stepped closer and gently reached for her hand. "I didn’t know it was you. Everything happened so fast. Blair collapsed, and I panicked. We thought she was loosing .... I was only thinking about getting her here.”

Rita looked at him for a few seconds before giving a small nod. “I’m not angry.” A faint smile touched her lips. “It was an accident.”

She paused. “What happened to Blair?”

Philip’s fingers tightened around hers. His jaw clenched. For a long moment, he could not bring himself to speak.

Rita watched his face carefully. She had known Philip long enough to recognize when something heavy was weighing on his heart.

Finally, he lowered his eyes.

When he spoke, his voice was barely audible. “Blair…” He swallowed hard. “…is pregnant.”

Time stopped.

Rita’s smile froze on her face. “Pregnant?”

Philip nodded slowly. “The doctors just confirmed it.”

Rita’s heart sank deep into her chest.

Blair, who had only married last year, was already carrying a child. Meanwhile Rita still spent her days trying to catch Philip’s eye, hoping for even a second glance that meant something more than duty.

What had she expected? Their marriage was a contract. Nothing more. No feelings were supposed to attach themselves to it. Yet she had hoped. Quietly, stubbornly, she had hoped that Philip might grow fond of her in time. That he might one day look at her the way a real husband looked at a real wife.

“Rita?”

Philip’s voice cut through her thoughts.

She blinked hard and forced her attention back to him. “Yes. Yes.”

“I was saying something. Why did you zone out like that?” Worry sat under the annoyance in his tone.

“I’m sorry.” She kept her voice soft. “Please, what were you saying?”

Philip drew in a slow breath. “Now that Blair is pregnant, we cannot leave her on her own. Pregnancy and the pain of losing a husband is something no woman should carry by herself.”

Rita nodded. She understood the weight Blair had carried since the plane crash took Anthony’s life. Anthony had been Philip’s younger brother. Blair’s husband.

“So I’m thinking about moving her in with us,” Philip said. His tone stayed careful, almost testing the water.

Rita’s jaw loosened. Her lips parted before she could stop them.

“No. Scratch that.” Philip’s voice hardened. “I have already decided. She is moving in with us this weekend.”

Rita did not want to sound selfish. She knew Blair was hurting. Still the question left her mouth.

“Does it have to be that way? Does she have to move in with us?”

“She needs someone to take care of her,” Philip answered, face straight, voice final.

“But she has more than enough people caring for her in Anthony’s mansion.”

“Yet she called me.” Philip’s eyes stayed on hers. “She called me, Rita. Do you know what that means?”

Rita shook her head slowly.

“It means those people cannot take care of her the way she needs. It means she trusts me enough to place her care in my hands.”

Rita opened her mouth. Philip’s next words cut her off.

“Besides, I am the reason she is in that condition.” His blue eyes held hers, heavy with sadness.

Rita could not find an answer. She hated seeing him hurt like this. Even though their marriage was not real, he had always treated her with kindness and respect. That kindness had made her start liking him. The liking had grown into something deeper. Something she was not supposed to feel.

“You do not have to hurt yourself with guilt for Anthony’s death,” she said softly. “It was not your fault.”

“It was.” The word came out rough. “It is my fault.” He pushed his fingers through his black hair and let out a long breath. “My brother would still be alive if I had not forced him to attend that conference.”

Rita stepped closer and reached for him. He stepped back. Her hands fell empty at her sides.

“You had no idea the plane was not in perfect condition,” she said. “No one knew the weather forecast would fail the way it did.”

“Still.” Philip’s voice cracked. “We cannot change the fact that Blair is a widow because of me.”

His fist hit the wall. Hard.

Rita stepped back. Her eyes widened when she saw the skin on his knuckles break open. Blood rose, dark and bright against his skin.

“You are bleeding,” she said, voice rising with alarm. She reached for his injured hand.

“Do not worry about me.” He pulled the hand away. “I will be fine.”

He changed the subject without looking at her. “When did you start working here?”

“A month ago,” Rita answered.

“A month ago?” Philip frowned. “Why did you not tell me?”

“I wanted to.” She swallowed. “But you were too busy to listen to me.”

Too busy taking care of your brother’s widow, she finished in her own head.

“Quit the job immediately.” His voice left no room. “I do not want anyone seeing my wife doing this kind of work.”

Quit my job? Never, Rita told herself. Yes, Philip gave her a monthly allowance. But she was tired of sitting on her phone all day inside the mansion. His mother and sister were always around, and they never missed a chance to remind her she came from a lower class family.

“If you need more money, you should tell me,” Philip said, voice low and tight. “Instead of coming here and disgracing my family name.”

Disgrace your family name? Nobody even knows I am your wife, Rita thought.

Before she could answer, a doctor’s voice came from behind them.

“Mr Armstrong, your wife is stable now.”

Rita and Philip both turned.

“The baby is safe too,” the doctor added with a small smile.

A long breath of relief left Philip’s lungs. “Thank God.”

“Your wife is asking after you. You should go see her.”

“She is not my wife,” Philip said.

The doctor blinked. “Oh. I am sorry. The way you brought her in with so much care and urgency made me assume so.”

“It is fine, Doctor James.” Philip’s voice stayed steady. “I will go see her right away.”

“She has been transferred to the normal ward. You can find her on the third floor.” The doctor walked away.

Philip moved at once. He did not look at Rita. He did not introduce her. He simply walked toward the elevators.

Rita stood still and watched him go. The doors closed. The elevator carried him away.

Her heart sank again, heavier this time. She could not believe that the same man who had made her sign a contract promising she would never get pregnant could show so much care for another woman’s child.

With a heavy heart she turned and walked away.

That night she waited. Hours passed. Philip did not come home. She understood then. He was staying at the hospital with Blair.

The thought kept her turning in the wide, cold bed. Her husband was spending the night in a chair for his brother’s widow while his own wife lay alone.

Sleep would not come. She pulled open the drawer beside the bed, looking for th sleeping pills she kept there. Her fingers brushed against something else. A family picture album with a blue cover.

Curiosity, or maybe the anxiety that would not settle, made her take it. She carried it to the bed, sat with her back against the headboard, and opened the pages.

Old photographs of Philip and his family filled the album. A soft smile touched her lips as she turned each page.

Her fingers stopped on the next one.

It was a picture from college. Philip and Anthony stood side by side. Blair stood between them. Anthony smiled straight into the camera. Blair held a perfect pose. But Philip’s eyes were not on the lens. They were on Blair. Soft. Quiet. As if he were looking at something he found deeply pleasing.

Was he in love with Blair all this while?

The question rose in Rita’s chest before she could stop it.