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“As much as I’d love to, I’m really tired and not feeling well.” I bent down to pick up my shoes and accidentally knocked my purse off the island. Some of the contents fell out, including the ultrasound picture Dr. Gregario gave me.
“Shit,” I said, bending down.
“Let me help you.” Miles picked up the ultrasound picture and stared at it. “What’s this?” His eyes stared into mine. “This looks like?—”
I stared at him as terror coursed through me.
“I’m pregnant, Miles.”
Chapter Twenty-One
Miles
I froze when I heard those words come from her mouth. My heart started racing, and I broke out into a sweat.
“Is it mine?” I stood up.
“Of course, it’s yours.” Her brows furrowed. “How can you even ask me that? I’m six weeks along.”
“How long have you known?” I asked sternly.
“Just a few days. I saw my doctor this afternoon.”
“And when were you planning on telling me?”
“Tonight, tomorrow, hell, I don’t know.” She threw her hands up in the air. “I know how you feel about children.”
“Are you keeping it?”
“Yes, I’m keeping it!” she shouted.
“Did you do this on purpose to trap me?”
“No! It was an accident.”
“I don’t want children, Stella. I already told you that. My work takes up ninety-nine percent of my life, and that’s what I need to focus on. When I come home, I want to relax, not come home to a baby's drama. The crying, sleepless nights, toyseverywhere, illnesses, having to pretend to be something I’m not.”
“That’s okay, Miles. You don’t have to pretend because you won’t ever be a part of my baby’s life or mine! You were manipulated and emotionally abandoned your whole life. And the last thing I want is for my child to suffer the same thing. Tell your attorney to step it up and get those annulment papers ready so I can be out of your life as soon as possible.” She grabbed her purse and stormed out of the kitchen. I followed her to the elevator.
“Where are you going?” I gripped her arm.
“That is none of your business. You do you, and I do me. Remember?” She jerked out of my grip and stepped into the elevator.
I ran my hand down my face, walked over to the bar, and poured a drink. Taking it up to the rooftop, I finished it and threw the glass against the brick. What the fuck was I going to do?
Stella
Tears poured from my eyes as I climbed into the cab.
“Where to?” the cab driver asked.
“Just take me to the New York Hilton in Midtown.”
I was shaking, and my mind was filled with chaos. I couldn’t stay at the penthouse tonight, and I couldn’t look at him anymore. As much as I wanted to block his number, I couldn’t. He needed to be able to reach me when the annulment papers were ready to be signed.
I entered the Hilton lobby and walked up to the desk.
“Good evening. Checking in?” The man behind the counter smiled.
