Page 124 of Dr. Billionaire Playboy

"Did you…did you see the tweets?" she asked.

"Yes, I did," I replied. My voice cracked and I started to cry, "I saw all of it."

"Oh dear," she sighed as she hugged me and led me into the house.

She cuddled up with me on my bed to let me cry my entire heart out.

Until we both slept.

The following morning, I woke up feeling terrible. A full bladder and the worst morning sickness possible. I heaved whatever was in my stomach into the toilet until my throat started to hurt.

"Are you okay?" My aunt asked.

"Oh me?" I raised a brow, "I'm fi–"

I couldn’t complete my statement as I barfed into the toilet again.

"Are you pregnant?" she asked.

"No," I feigned ignorance.

"You have got to be kidding me," she sighed, "Let me get my jacket. I'll go chew him out, cut off his balls, then have him eat them."

"I don't want you to do that," I said.

"But he…."

"Aunty, please," I pleaded, "Just let me handle this on my own."

"You're going to keep it?" she asked.

I nodded.

"You and your mother." She shook her head as she rubbed my back, "Don't do anything too rash. I have experience looking after pregnant moms."

"Thank you, Aunty. I really–"

I was interrupted by the urge to barf again as I heaved into the toilet.

"There, there," she sighed and continued rubbing my back, "This is going to be a long nine months."

Adam

"She left?!" I yelled as I saw the notification.

"Lower your voice," Catherine said as she looked out the window, "She left the hospital as well, until further notice."

"How long is that?"

"The kind that never comes back," she replied.

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!" I punched the wall. "Fuck."

"I can't believe Amanda would do such a thing," she sighed, "And Crystal was about to forgive you too."

She…was?

"Damn him," I cursed.

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