All Chapters of The Tycoon's Secret Pregnant-Wife: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

The event wore on quickly, coming gradually to the segment of the fundraiser where donations were announced and presented. Unfortunately, Macy didn’t have a substantial amount in her savings, and so she wasn’t going to be able to make a donation.It was a fact that had worried her throughout the day, but she hadn’t paid much attention to it. It wasn’t like there was anything she could, was it? Despite the fact that she was seeing Graeme, she hadn’t accepted any sum from him since she was uncomfortable with the idea. Macy liked him and didn’t want to risk him eventually resenting her. It was bad enough that she already was freeloading off him, Will or not. The last thing she wanted was to look like a gold-digger — she had too much self respect to risk that. So she applauded the patrons who had donated when their donation was announced, ignoring the malicious glare Cordelia kept shooting at her. It didn’t matter what the woman thought of her, Macy wouldn’t cave to her bullshit. Dram

Annette strode into the hall with her family, keeping her expression blank. Already anticipating the event to be boring as fuck, she personally did not want to be present. If she had her way she wouldn’t be here, but she had to show up. If she had not come, it would look like she wasn’t thrilled to have Rita back. Gritting her teeth silently, Annette let her eyes sweep over the crowd of people gathered for the event. About ninety-nine percent of them were inconsequential plebeians, individuals that ordinarily had zero chance of being in her presence. Just bring around them was enough to make her skin crawl with distaste. Annette masked her disgust, keeping her face blank still. As they walked further into the hall, she mentally scanned for women who were around Rita’s age range. It was then that her gaze landed on that relentless worm, Macy. She was standing beside an older woman who was wearing a habit, marking her to be a Reverend Sister. Annette knew the woman beside her was Sis

Macy’s heart thudded frantically in her chest as she stared at Sister Beatrice. Was this really how it was all going to end? Was this the end of their long lasting relationship? It could not be. Macy could not bear the thought of this really being the end. The little girl in her who had had no one to look up to but Sister Beatrice, who had thrived on her kindness didn’t want to believe it was true. “Sister Beatrice, please. Please listen to me for just one minute.” Macy’s voice grew increasingly wobbly from the tears gathering in her eyes.Sister Beatrice had a pinched look on her face. It was obvious that her tears were making her uncomfortable. “Macy…” “It is all really just a misunderstanding. I didn’t know he was betrothed to someone else when I met him again. I didn’t seduce him, when I was in college, you know exactly what happened. Sister, please!” Macy whispered brokenly. Sister Beatrice flinched. “Look, Macy just leave. You’re putting me in an awkward spot here.”“Please,

“I’m your mother.” Eleanor repeated, as if that somehow made it sound any less crazy. The tears still lingered in her eyes, heavy and overflowing.Macy stared at her, wide eyed and disbelieving. Her words were slowly permeating through the stunned fog of her mind. As the settled in her brain, they grew heavier, gaining more meaning as the seconds passed.After what felt like a long moment but was probably a second, Macy whispered faintly, part of her afraid to voice it out. “You’re my mom?”Eleanor’s eyes lit up and she let out a watery gasp that turned into a weak laugh. “Yes. Yes dear, I’m your mom.” Macy laughed, but there was no humor in it, only confusion and disbelief.“That doesn’t even make any sense, I’m not your daughter.”“You are.” Eleanor repeated fervently. “We did a t-test. You really are my child, Macy.” Her expression crumpled, some tears falling down her cheeks. One shaky hand rose to gently touch Macy’s face. “I've been treating my own baby so horribly. I’m so sorry

Graeme looked at Macy concerned. He was worried about her. She had barely responded to the kiss, only staring at his throat with an unwavering concentration, like as if she was afraid to look up at him. He was not surprised she was, but he was a little hurt. He had thought she would know him better enough to know that it did not change anything. She was still Macy, and he would still love her regardless. Seeing her like this hurt. He cared deeply for her. He didn’t like seeing her this low-spirited and upset. Gently, Graeme squeezed her hand in his grip. “Macy? Hey, baby, look at me.”Macy blinked, whatever spell that had surrounded her breaking. “Yeah?”“Eleanor said you’re… Rita. Is this true?” Graeme asked quietly, unwilling to startle and upset her further. “I don’t…” She shook her head, looking a little lost. “I don’t know.” A little confused, he asked. “You don’t know?”“I… They said…” Macy shook her head again. A panicked look reappeared in her eyes, and her fingers tighte