Chapter 6 She Was Pregnant?

• Damian’s POV
• I stood by the window, phone in hand, but I wasn’t making a call. I had meant to leave, to put distance between us before my emotions got the best of me, but something stopped me.
• It was the way Amanda had looked at me before walking out of the bathroom. The way her body had trembled, as if something more than just our encounter had shaken her. There was something she wasn’t telling me.
• A soft knock at the door made me turn. The maid stood there, hesitating. “Sir, I wasn’t sure if I should mention this, but I saw something in the bathroom yesterday.”
• My jaw clenched. “What did you see?”
• She shifted uncomfortably. “A pregnancy test stick. I didn’t want to pry, but… it was positive.”
• Everything inside me stilled. A suffocating silence stretched between us as my mind processed her words.
• My voice came out dangerously low. “Are you sure?”
• The maid nodded quickly, lowering her head. “Yes, sir.”
• I didn’t wait to hear more. My body moved before I could think, my steps quick and forceful as I stormed up the stairs. My heart pounded violently in my chest, my mind racing with a hundred different thoughts, but only one question burned above all.
• Is Amanda carrying my child?
• Amanda’s POV
• I saw Damian left in a hurry, the sound of the front door slamming shut echoing through the house. I remained still, wrapped in my towel, droplets of water trickling down my skin as I sat on the edge of the bed. My body was exhausted, my mind clouded with endless thoughts.
• Would Damian hate our child?
• A lump formed in my throat as I recalled the cruel words he had spoken before—words that told me I meant nothing to him. If he found out I was pregnant, would he dismiss the child as easily as he had dismissed me? Would he demand I get rid of it?
• A fresh wave of fear coursed through me.
• I inhaled shakily and forced myself to lie down, pulling the blanket over my damp body. I stared at the ceiling, trying to silence the raging storm inside me. But even as exhaustion settled in, my body refused to relax.
• The bedroom door swung open with a force that startled me. I sat up, my breath catching as I saw Damian standing in the doorway, his expression unreadable.
• “What—” I started, but he cut me off.
• “Are you pregnant?”
• The bluntness of the question made my breath hitch. My fingers instinctively clutched the blanket around me, as if it could protect me from the weight of his words.
• “What?”
• “Don’t play games with me, Amanda.” Damian took a step closer, his dark eyes boring into me. “I found out about the pregnancy test. Answer me.”
• My stomach twisted into knots. I wasn’t ready for this conversation—not now, not like this.
• I swallowed hard. “And what if I am?”
• Damian’s fists clenched at his sides. He exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. “You should have told me.”
• A humorless laugh escaped me. “And why would I? So you could tell me to get rid of it?”
• His eyes darkened. “That’s not what I—”
• “How do I know that?” I cut him off, my voice shaking. “You don’t love me, Damian. You never have. So why would you care about this baby?”
• Silence stretched between us. For the first time, Damian looked… uncertain. As if even he didn’t know the answer.
• My hands trembled as I placed them over my abdomen protectively. “This child is mine,” I whispered. “And I won’t let you hurt them.”
• Damian stared at me, his jaw tight, his emotions unreadable. He took a deep breath, then turned sharply on his heel and walked out of the room, leaving me alone once more.
• But this time, I wasn’t just alone like before; this time, I had a life growing inside me, and I would fight for it no matter what.
• The rest of the night passed in a blur. I tossed and turned in bed, my body aching with exhaustion, but sleep never came. Every time I closed my eyes, I imagined the worst—Damian forcing me to get rid of the baby, or worse, taking the child away from me and raising it with the woman he truly loved.
• Panic clawed at me throughout the night.
• By morning, I dragged myself out of bed and into the bathroom. Before I could take a shower, I stared at my reflection in the mirror, barely recognizing the pale, hollow-eyed woman looking back at me.
• I had to leave.
• There was no future for me and this child in this house. Not with Damian still holding control over my life. Not with him still choosing Maya over me, over and over again. Seeing them together every time would only hurt me more, and I wouldn’t allow my baby to suffer through my pain.
• I quickly took a shower, wrapping myself in a towel as I stepped into the bedroom.
• My hands trembled as I reached for my phone. I hesitated, then dialed the only person I could trust.
• “Hello?” Summer’s voice was groggy from sleep.
• I swallowed hard. “I need your help.”
• Summer was instantly alert. “What’s wrong?”
• “I need to get out of here,” I whispered. “Before Damian finds a way to take this baby away from me.”
• There was silence on the other end before Summer spoke again, her voice firm. “Pack your things. I’ll be there in an hour.”
• My hands tightened around the phone. “Thank you.”
• I hung up and took a shaky breath.
• This was it. I was leaving.
• But as I turned to pack my bags, the bedroom door flew open again.
• Damian stood there, his face unreadable.
• “Amanda,” he said, his voice dangerously low. “We need to talk.”
• My heart pounded. I forced myself to stay calm.
• “Umm, can’t it wait? I have to see a friend; she’s hurt and at the hospital. I’m the only one she knows,” I lied quickly, grabbing my handbag and stepping past him before he could react.
• My bags were still in the room, but I couldn’t take them now. If Damian suspected I was leaving, he would never let me go.
• I had to be smart.
• And this time, I wouldn’t let him trap me again.