Page 69 of Bullied Pregnant Mate

"Tell me something I don't know," I said, a smirk pulling at my lips.

He smirked. "We fixed the fence."

I raised an eyebrow. "Is it crooked?"

He frowned, "You heard us, didn't you?"

"It was hard not to hear you when you guys argue like children."

He smirked, kissing the top of my head. "It's straight. Those two don't know a straight line if one was staring them in the face."

"When is Chris going to be here?" I asked, leaning against him.

He stiffened slightly before he spoke. "In a few minutes. That's why I came up here to grab you."

I took a deep breath in, trying to harden myself. Lucas and I were good. We were a happy couple, and Chris couldn't deny that. He couldn't deny me this house.

But he could say things. He could get under my skin. He was a master at that.

We headed down the stairs, and before we got to the landing, there was a knock on the door. I stiffened as Lucas went to answer it. He opened the door, and Chris stood there irritated.

As he stepped inside, he quickly scanned the space, a folder under his armpit. His lips pulled into a thin line.

I swallowed. "Thank you for coming here."

"Well, it's part of Eddy's will that I see the house before giving you the deed."

I swallowed again, rubbing my hands together. I wanted to get this done so I wouldn't have to see him again. I had already given up my apartment, and Lucas had paid people to bring my stuff down. Whether Chris believed we were together or not didn't matter.

"The dining room is this way," I said, walking us towards the space. The dining room was cleared up; there were no boxes anywhere. It was colored in a soft white with light green curtains. The space was covered in light from the windows, and the view was always breathtaking.

I had plants all over now, and to my surprise, Lucas didn't hate them. He always smirked when I brought more home.

"I see you did some renovating," Chris said, and then his eyes paused on my stomach—another part that he couldn't ignore.

I sat down in a chair. I could argue with him, but I wasn't in the mood. I wanted to get this over with as soon as possible.

Chris took a seat and narrowed his eyes on me. "You're quiet. Is that because you feel guilty for taking something that isn't yours? Is that belly as fake as this marriage between you two?"

I stared at Chris, curling my fingers into fists. Lucas had gone quiet, but not because he wanted to. I had asked him to let me handle everything. If Lucas came to my aid, Chris would take it as a sign of weakness, and I needed him to protect me.

"I did everything that was asked of me. Perfectly, actually," I said, flattening my hands on the table." I earned the house, and you can't take that away from me. And the belly is from fucking, which is what a husband and a wife do. Because that's what we are. We're married." I wiggled my ring finger, showing the ring.

I watched his jaw clench down. I was right, and we both knew it. He had no legal right to strip the house from me. If he didn't believe us, it wouldn't matter. We had the wedding in a few days but had already signed the marriage license. I wanted him out of the way as quickly as I could since we were actually going to be getting married. I wanted friends there and not Chris.

I glanced at the ring on my finger. Before, it had meant nothing. It was just a piece of jewelry to have me look the part, but it wasn't now. Lucas and I were really happy and genuinely in love, and this ring meant so much to us.

"Possible, but that's because you've been lying your entire life." He opened the folder, sliding the papers towards me. "Wouldn't surprise me if you lied your way into his bed."

I quickly signed the paper, sliding his copy back to him. I pulled myself up. "If that's all you need, then you're free to leave."

Chris snatched the paper, placing it back into the folder before snapping it shut. He rose. "Gina, you're going to lose everything you hold dear. Just wait, everything will catch up with you. And when it does, I’ll be taking this house because it was never yours to begin with."

Lucas grabbed Chris by the shirt. His face was in front of Chris's in a flash. "Shut your mouth."

"Lucas," I took a step towards him.

"You will not speak to my wife like that. No one, including you, is going to speak to her like she is a waste of space! She has more courage, guts, and decency than any of you people in that pack had ever combined."

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