Page 209 of Pregnant By A Rich Demon 2

Because that baby Truth was carrying? That child growing inside her?

That was mine.

I knew it the way I knew my own name. The way I knew the sun would rise tomorrow. The way I knew Amai would never forgive me for pursuing her.

It was mine.

And I hadn’t heard a goddamn thing about either of them in two weeks.

I stopped at the window and stared out at the manicured lawn, the perfectly trimmed hedges, the fountain in the center of the circular driveway. Everything about this house screamed success. Wealth. Control.

But I felt like I was suffocating.

The not-knowing was worse than the concrete hole. Worse than the darkness. Worse than the fear that Amai would leave me there to rot.

At least in the hole, I’d known where I stood. I’d known what I was fighting against.

But this? This silence? This absence of information?

It was torture of a different kind.

I’d tried to distract myself. Went to the office. Sat through meetings I didn’t give a fuck about. Reviewed contracts I couldn’t focus on. Smiled and nodded while board members droned on about quarterly projections and market expansion.

But every thought circled back to her.

To Truth.

To the baby.

To the fact that Amai had her and I didn’t.

My phone buzzed in my hand, and I nearly dropped it. Just a notification—some bullshit email about a charity gala I had no intention of attending.

I tossed the phone onto the couch and resumed pacing.

Call her.

The thought had been circling my mind for days. A constant loop of anxiety and need.

Just call her. Hear her voice. Make sure she’s okay.

But every time I picked up the phone, every time I pulled up her contact, I froze.

What if she didn’t answer?

What if she did answer and told me to fuck off?

What if Amai had gotten to her? Convinced her I was the villain in this story?

What if she’d chosen him?

That last thought made my chest tighten, made it hard to breathe. Because I’d seen the way she looked at him at the clinic. The confusion. The hurt. The betrayal.

But also the pull.

She felt something for him. I wasn’t blind. I wasn’t stupid.

And Amai—Amai was relentless when he wanted something. He didn’t just pursue. He consumed. He took and took until there was nothing left to give.