Semua Bab Falling For Him: I Want Him As My Child's Father : Bab 1 - Bab 10

Sonia's POV. It had been three weeks since the night at the bar.Three weeks since my life split open quietly, the way something precious breaks when no one is looking. Time hadn’t softened anything yet. If anything, it has worsen the situation. Every morning I woke up thinking I might feel different, lighter somehow, only to realize the weight was still there, settled deep in my chest, unmoving.I left the bar two days after it happened.I didn’t quit properly. I didn’t go back to collect my things or demand explanations. I just stopped showing up. The idea of walking through those doors again made my skin crawl, made my heart race in a way that felt dangerous. Bailey didn’t push me hard, she understands everything I'm going through. She helped me pack a bag, let me sleep on her couch, and pretended not to notice when I startled awake in the middle of the night, breathless and shaking.At first, I blamed everything on stress.That was the lie I clung to because it almost made sense.

Sonia’s POV.I didn’t even want to talk about it.But Bailey wouldn’t let me escape. Not this time.I sat cross-legged on her couch, staring blankly at the floor as she paced like a hawk. “So… he came,” she said, matter-of-factly, and then added, “And you said no.”I sank into Bailey’s couch like I was letting the weight of the world fall onto her cushions. “I can’t do it, Bailey,” I whispered, my fingers fidgeting with the hem of my shirt. “I just… I can’t marry him. Not like this.”Bailey plopped down beside me, a frown tugging at her lips. “Sonia, you’ve got to stop pretending like you have a choice in this. You do. But if you don’t do something, the pregnancy is going to destroy you. You know that.”I shook my head. “I’m not ready. I can’t lie to someone like that. Even if it’s a contract. Even if he… even if he’s just fulfilling my grandmother’s wish. It’s… wrong.”“Wrong? Sonia,” Bailey said sharply, leaning closer. “He doesn’t know. And he doesn’t need to. This is survival. You

Clinton’s POV I had closed deals worth millions without blinking. Yet here I was, sitting in my office at nine in the morning, staring at my laptop screen as it had personally betrayed me. After searching all day, I didn’t get any source. Early pregnancy symptoms. I shut the laptop immediately and glanced toward the glass wall, half-expecting someone to be watching. No one was. Still, my jaw tightened. I leaned back in my chair, exhaling slowly. Sonia had barely slept the night before. She’d smiled through breakfast, insisted she was fine, but I’d noticed the way her fingers trembled slightly when she lifted her cup. Too careful. Too quiet. Too polite. I didn’t like it. A knock came at the door. “Sir?” “Come in.” Ryan stepped inside, tablet in hand, sharp as always. If there was one person in this building who never looked rattled, it was him. “Good morning,” he said. “You asked for me?” “Yes,” I replied, then paused. How did one phrase this without sounding unhinged?

Bailey’s POV Seeing Sonia again felt like oxygen. That was the only way I could describe it. I stood in front of the massive iron gates, my small handbag clutched to my side, my heart thudding with excitement I hadn’t felt in weeks. For once, my happiness wasn’t forced. It wasn’t survival-mode happiness. It was real. Pure. Anticipatory. My best friend was married and pregnant. The gates slid open smoothly, revealing a long driveway lined with trimmed hedges and blooming flowers that looked too perfect to be real. I let out a low whistle as the car moved forward. “Damn, Sonia,” I muttered to myself. “You didn’t just marry well. You married wealth.” The house came into view, and I actually laughed under my breath. Calling it a house felt insulting. It was an estate. Tall glass windows, white pillars, warm stone, and balconies that caught the afternoon sun like they were designed for movies. Before I could even process everything, the front door opened. And there she was. “Soni

Clinton’s POV I didn’t know what to think. Sitting in my study that evening, the day still warm around the estate, I replayed everything in my mind. My mind wouldn’t stop. Could Sonia…? Could she really do something like that? The thought was impossible. Unthinkable. Yet, a small, gnawing doubt had settled like a shadow. Something whispered that perhaps the world wasn’t as simple as I had believed. I pushed it away. No. Not now. I would see her later, relax in her presence as always. The house had a soft quiet to it once Margaret had sleep for the night, and unsuspecting Sonia would be there, waiting for me. The kind of happiness she brought, the glow on her face, it was almost infectious. That evening, she laughed easily in the soft light of the dining room, her hair tucked neatly behind her ears, the curve of her belly softened beneath her blouse. I leaned across the table, hand brushing hers gently. The warmth from her skin, the calm in her voice, it should have comforted me.