Todos os capítulos de One Night Callboy: Knocked Up by the Ruthless Billionaire : Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 6

SCARLETT "The test is negative again, Mrs. Reed. I'm sorry." The doctor's words hit me like cold water thrown in my face. I sat on the examination table, paper gown crinkling under me, staring at the floor while the room spun a little. Negative. Again. This wasn't the first time I'd heard those words. It was the fifth. Maybe the sixth. I'd lost count because counting hurt too much. Ethan didn't flinch. He just nodded once, like the doctor had told him the sky was blue. No surprise. No disappointment. Just acceptance. I wanted to scream at him to react. To look devastated. To hold my hand. Anything. But he stayed silent, arms crossed, face blank as stone. The drive home was worse than the appointment. Forty minutes in the Bentley, city lights sliding across the windows, and not one word between us. I kept glancing at his profile-sharp jaw locked tight, eyes fixed on the road. His hands gripped the wheel so hard the knuckles turned white, but he never reache

SCARLETT"Sign it, Scarlett."Ethan stood in the doorway of our bedroom holding a single sheet of paper and a pen. His voice was calm, almost bored, like he was asking me to sign a credit card receipt.I stared at my reflection in the full-length mirror. The black dress hugged my body perfectly—expensive silk, low back, the kind that turned heads. The diamond necklace and earrings we'd bought that afternoon caught the light and sparkled coldly. I looked elegant. Polished. Like the perfect wife he wanted to show off.But the woman in the mirror felt like a stranger. Hollow eyes. Tight smile that didn't reach anywhere real. I didn't recognize myself anymore.Ethan stepped closer. "You look good. They'll all be jealous."I didn't answer.He held the paper out. "Open marriage agreement. Simple. We both get what we need. You keep the life. I get children. Everyone wins."My stomach twisted. "I never agreed to this.""You will." He tapped the pen against the paper. "Because you love

SCARLETTI woke up alone.The bed felt too big, the sheets cold on Ethan's side. Sunlight sliced through the curtains in sharp lines across the floor. I stared at the empty pillow for a long moment, waiting for the familiar pang of confusion or hurt.It didn't come.This wasn't new. Ethan had always slipped out early—before dawn most days—leaving me to wake up to silence and the faint smell of his cologne. I'd spent years wondering why he never kissed me goodbye, never woke me with coffee, never said "I love you" before he left for the office. I'd told myself it was his schedule, his stress, his way of loving quietly.Now I knew better.After last night—the slap, the agreement, the sight of him with Lila in that dim room—I didn't wonder anymore. I didn't care.The house felt different. Colder. The air thicker, like it was pressing down on me. Every room echoed with memories I didn't want.The kitchen where he'd threatened my mother's life. The bedroom where he'd hit me for the first