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Rachael’s POVFor a second…my brain refused to process what I was looking at.I just stared.Blankly.Like if I looked long enough…the result would change itself out of pity.But the lines stayed there.Positive.My stomach dropped so violently I thought I might actually pass out.No.No no no.This wasn’t happening.I looked away quickly like the test physically hurt to see.Then immediately looked back again.Still positive.Still two lines.Still life ruining.A shaky breath escaped me before I could stop it.“Oh my God…”The words barely sounded like my voice.My hands started trembling harder afterward.So badly I nearly dropped the test completely.Pregnant.I was pregnant.The sentence repeated inside my head over and over again without fully settling.Because how could it?Nothing about this felt real.I stood too quickly from the bathtub.Bad idea.The room spun immediately.I grabbed the sink for balance while breathing unevenly.No.Think.Think properly.Maybe the test w

Rachael’s POV“Mr and Mrs Brooks…”Another camera flash.Another congratulation.Another performance.By the time we arrived at the wedding venue, my cheeks already hurt from smiling.Another wedding.Another room full of rich people pretending happiness was effortless.Crystal chandeliers glowed overhead while waiters moved carefully through the crowd carrying champagne and tiny expensive appetizers nobody actually ate. Music floated softly through the ballroom while photographers flashed cameras at every important guest who walked in.Including us.I tightened my hand lightly around Clinton’s arm as we walked further into the hall together.And for once…he didn’t pull away.“You both look beautiful together.”“Perfect couple.”“Marriage suits you two already.”I smiled sweetly at every comment like I actually believed any of it.Because tonight mattered.Not emotionally.Strategically.If people believed we were happy…then timelines became believable.If people believed Clinton wa

Rachael’s POVI stood in front of the mirror for almost twenty minutes before finally deciding this was ridiculous.Because what exactly was I doing?Trying to seduce my husband?The thought alone sounded absurd considering Clinton barely looked at me unless it involved appearances, obligations or warnings about my father.And yet…here I was.Hair down.Lip gloss freshly applied.A silk robe wrapped around my body while anxiety clawed violently through my chest.Because this wasn’t about romance.It wasn’t about wanting Clinton.It was survival.Pure survival.My fingers trembled slightly as I stared at my reflection again.Pregnant.The word still didn’t feel real in my head.Even after the positive tests hidden carefully in my bag.Even after the nausea.The dizziness.The exhaustion.None of it felt real until I remembered whose baby this was.Jonathan’s.My chest tightened painfully at the thoughtIf anyone found out…Bella would hate me forever.Jonathan’s life would explode.An

Rachael’s POVI had only had sex with one person It was Jonathan.And since then I had been obsessed with him and his cock.Clinton wasn’t as big, but he was long… very longHe leaned down, kissed me slowly. His thumbs found my clits, rubbing in circles while his cock was inside me.Jonathan would talk me through it Clinton didn’t and he lasted longWe fucked and fucked and fucked until he cummedI made sure he spilled it on the bed, so he doesn’t doubt the time lineClinton was good. I couldn't lie.Very good and roughI cried, my back ached, my pussy felt sore…I hope my baby is still okay because sex with him was wild.***Morning came too quickly.The soft light pushing through the curtains felt cruel somehow.For a few seconds…I forgot where I was.Then reality returned all at once.The room.The bed.The smell of alcohol still lingering faintly in the air.And Clinton beside me.My chest tightened instantly.I stayed completely still.Heart pounding hard enough to hurt.The b

Rachael’s POVI lied to everyone that morning.Again.At this point…lying had started feeling less like a choice and more like survival.“I have a meeting,” I told Clinton over breakfast.He barely looked up from his phone.“What kind?”“Family related.”He nodded once.No further questions.Part of me hated how easy it was.The other part was grateful.Because if he looked at me too closely lately…I felt like he’d see everything written across my face immediately.The fear, the guilt, the panic.And worst of all, pregnancy.My stomach twisted lightly at the thought.I quickly reached for my water before the nausea could fully rise again.Across the table, Aubrey watched me quietly over the rim of her coffee cup.Observing.Always observing.“You should eat more,” she said casually.“I’m not very hungry.”“That’s becoming a habit.”My pulse jumped slightly.“I’m just stressed.”Aubrey hummed softly but said nothing else afterward.Still…her eyes lingered on me a second too long.By