Page 74 of Living Hell

“I’m going to be blamed for this, too,” I mumbled.

“Tyler wouldn’t blame you. I don’t think he’s that sort of man.”

I didn’t mean Tyler, though he wouldn’t want me after he found out. The people who knew me would never blame me, but the others . . . they’d salivate at the chance to call me names and twist this into something terrible.

Desperate actress tricks old flame into marrying her by getting pregnant.

Whose baby is it anyway?

Fake Fiancé. Fake Pregnancy. Is anything real in I.D.’s life?

The last one was when I lose the baby. Because of all the thoughts running through my mind right now, that’s the scariest. That’s the one causing the tears to run down my face.

I placed my hand on my abdomen and shook my head. “Please, don’t leave me.”

“I.D.” I heard the chair scrape against the floor and a few seconds later, Babette’s arms were around me. She may be cutthroat in Hollywood, but the woman gave a good hug. “We say nothing. We can hold out for as long as you want. I can fly my stylist in to fit you with clothes that can hide your belly. I will always have your back.”

“Thank you. Maybe we keep it on the down low, at least until the first trimester is over?” I swipe the tears on my cheeks.

“Yes. Makes sense. Now, for that fake fiancé of yours. When do you want to tell him?”

I groaned at all the adulting that was happening in this room.

“When I get home. I’ll tell Tyler first thing.”

Home. But where was home? Here, with Tyler? Or back out West?

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