He Never Knew I Was Carrying His Child
Damian began to notice that I had stopped telling him everything.
When I bought new jewelries, I no longer asked for his opinion.
When the Blackwood family's annual gala came around, I attended alone.
When I needed surgery at the Blackwood family's private hospital, I arranged everything myself.
No phone call. No message. Not even a note for him.
When Damian eventually found out, he frowned.
"Why didn't you tell me? Give me your file. I'll have someone make the arrangements."
The answer came before I even had to think.
"No. I've got it. I don't want to trouble you. Thank you."
The words hung between us.
For a moment, neither of us spoke.
Because only two weeks earlier, I couldn't even choos