Page 28 of My Ex's Billionaire Brother

“Are you sure? You look exhausted.”

“I’m fine. I’ve just been dealing with some kind of stomach bug, and it’s made me super tired.”

Over the last couple of weeks, I’d been going to the bathroom more often and vomiting everything I tried to eat. I thought it was a stomach bug, but when it started to happen more often, I wondered if something was wrong.

My receptionist got off her chair and looked at me. “You seem to be okay. But you look tired, and I heard you vomiting in the bathroom the other day. You are sure you’re okay?”

“I’m fine. Don’t worry about it.” Though, thinking about it didn’t sit right with me.

“Well, if you’re not sure, maybe take a pregnancy test. You might be pregnant.”

I laughed. “I can’t be pregnant. I haven’t—”

I stopped. The realization of what happened dawned on me.

I did have sex with Caleb, and I wasn’t on the pill. He didn’t use a condom, either.

“Oh shit,” I said to myself.

“I’m sure it’s just a temporary thing. Sorry for spooking you about the whole pregnancy thing.”

“No, it’s fine. It’s just . . . I have to go.”

Without another word, I raced to the door, opening and slamming it. I drove to the nearest pharmacy, grabbed a pregnancy test, and bought it. Afterward, I went to the bathroom, sat on the toilet, and opened the applicator.

I prayed it’d be negative. If it was positive . . . no, I couldn’t think about any of that. I grabbed the test, and after a moment, I pulled it out.

My eyes widened as I saw the plus sign in front of me.

“Shit!” I cried out.

I was pregnant. How far along was beyond me. I assumed a couple of weeks at least. As I held the test, my hands shook, and I tensed.

“Nobody needs to know about this,” I said.

Not even Caleb. If word got out that the child was his . . . I’d be in deep shit. I knew that I’d be in deep shit.

The town loved to gossip. I couldn’t even tell my receptionist because I damn well knew that if she knew, they’d spill it to everyone.

That’s what pissed me the hell off. I couldn’t do anything without people knowing. If I even told a friend, it’d get spread everywhere.

That’s what worried me. If Caleb found out, I’d be in deep shit. He didn’t want a child with a lowly old doctor like me. He was a billionaire, and the guys there didn’t regard me highly the other day, so that told me everything.

I was screwed if word got out.

I hid the test in my bag, smiling to myself. “Just got to fake a smile and move on.”

I walked out, trying to pretend that everything was okay. I could hide a pregnant belly for a while. I was small, but there were ways to do so, right?

I walked back to the clinic.

Rebecca looked at me with wide eyes. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. I just got an emergency call.”

“I see. You’re not . . . pregnant, right?”

I shook my head, scoffing. “Why would I be? You know that I’m single and that I don’t date. I’m dedicated to this practice.”

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