Two weeks later, Amelia sat in the tiny, dimly lit bathroom of her apartment, staring at the white plastic stick in disbelief. The two pink lines stared back at her like cruel taunts. Positive.
Her hands shook so badly that she had to set the test on the counter. "No… no… this can't be happening," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
The memory of that fateful night returned—the humiliation, Adrian's laughter, the crushed ring. She had believed her life was ruined, but now… this child was proof of something she hadn't anticipated.
Tears filled her eyes. The panic she felt was overwhelming. "I can't let him near us," she muttered. "I won't let Adrian Knight ruin my child the way he ruined me."
Her thoughts swirled. She had to protect herself, her future, and this child. The answer was simple: disappear. Leave before he could ever find her.
But before she could make a plan, her phone buzzed. A news alert popped up: "Billionaire Adrian Knight seen at downtown gala… and rumor of secret child surfaces."
Amelia froze. Someone had already reported her.
And then a shadow passed across her vision—Adrian's assistant, Detective-level instincts, had been tailing her. Her heart thudded in her chest.
She whispered, almost to herself, "If Adrian Knight thinks he can control my life… he's going to regret it."
Meanwhile, Adrian's assistant had sent a detailed report: "Sir… she has a child. And she's hiding it."