Page 143 of The Don's Pregnant Hacker

"But it seems like there's more to it than that. Are you sure there's nothing you want to tell me?"

"Nothing," I insist, swallowing the knot of fear in my throat.

"I promise."

"Alright," Felix says, his tone a mix of skepticism and concern.

"Do you want another drink? Maybe something to help you relax?"

"Actually," I reply, rubbing my stomach discreetly.

"I'm not feeling too well. Maybe we should call it a night?"

"Of course," he agrees without hesitation, wrapping an arm around me protectively.

"Let's get you home."

We make our way through the sea of people, the noise and chatter fading into the background as my anxiety refuses to subside.

I feel exposed, my mind racing with thoughts of what could happen if my true identity were revealed.

When we say our goodbyes to the other guests, I notice a few strange looks cast our way – lingering stares that seem to pierce straight through me as if they know something they shouldn't.

My breath hitches in my throat, and I cling to Felix's arm, desperate to escape the suffocating atmosphere of the party.

I know I've dodged a bullet tonight, but how many more close calls will there be before my past inevitably catches up with me?

And when it does, will Felix still stand by my side, or will I become another casualty in our dangerous game?

Only time will tell, and for my sake and the sake of my baby, I hope the countdown goes very slowly.

Felix's grip on my arm is gentle, but it's enough to send an electric shock through me as we make our way out of the party.

The sound of laughter and clinking glasses fades into the background, replaced by the steady thud of my heart in my ears.

"Emily," Felix says, stopping outside the entrance to the lavish mansion.

His voice is calm, but I can sense the confusion beneath the surface.

"I want to ask you one last time. Who was that man?"

I swallow hard, searching for the right words.

"He, uh, he thought I was someone else. It's not a big deal. Maybe he knew someone who looked like me," I suggest weakly, trying to shrug it off.

"It's just a coincidence. These things happen all the time, Felix! At least in my world, it does."

Felix doesn't seem convinced, and his gaze holds mine.

My chest tightens as I realize that if I don't come up with a better explanation soon, this could be the beginning of the end.

"Listen, Felix," I say, my voice trembling despite my best efforts to appear calm.

"I promise you; nothing is going on. Just some drunk guy at a party, that's all."

"Emily," he begins, then pauses, carefully weighing his following words.

"You know you can trust me, right? If you need to tell me something, now's the time."

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