Page 92 of Baby For My Bossy Fake Fiancé

Tears streamed down my cheeks as I ended the call. Instinctively, my hands moved to my stomach. Different emotions strangled my guts.

All I just wanted to do was speak to Sierra. But I could do that later. A friend needed me.

I had to be there.

A few moments passed with me humming a familiar tune. One mother used to sing when she was in distress.

I drowned in the depths of my own sounds. Until my phone buzzed. It was Sarah.

I quickly alerted Fred to let her in before rushing to clear any evidence of my test.

Releasing a deep breath, I held my chin high. Patted my cheeks. And walked out of my room.

When I saw her, I gasped. She looked scared and broken. Her hair was messy and her skin was pale.

We met at the tail of the stairs. And I immediately hugged her.

Tears spilled from her eyes as she clutched me tighter. “You don’t know how grateful I am that you’re here,” she croaked in between sobs.

“I’m just glad you’re okay,” I breathed. Pulling back to assess her— her face. The usual light in her eyes was gone. Leaving in its place fear.

I held my breath when I noticed handprints on her cheeks. Her nose even seemed to be slightly crooked with streaks of blood on it.

And her lips were chapped. Busted at every corner.

Horror filled me.

I had thought her husband was a good man. She spoke about him with–

No. There weren’t many times she spoke about him, except for the fact that she drives his expensive cars. And uses his card most of the time. I knew nothing about her lawyer husband.

But still, what kind of man would do this to his wife?

Inflict this degree of assault on a woman he claimed to love? And to think he’s a lawyer.

“I’m so sorry this happened to you.” I guided her to the sofa.

“T- this is the first time,” She started. And I frowned. “We had a fight the day before, and he left the house since then. Suddenly, he came home and tried to...” Her lips quivered.

My hands clasped her clenched ones on her lap. My eyes urged her to stop if she wanted to. She shook her head.

“He wouldn’t listen when I told him no so he tried to force himself on me. When I resisted t-the assaults began. Once he stormed out, I called you. And immediately came here.”

The hairs on my skin raised in anger. “You have to report this. You can’t deal w–”

“I- I don’t know,” she swallowed. “I don’t want to think about this now.”

I gave her hand a final pat before tugging mine away.

“Damien’s not home?” It was a question.

I shook my head.

“Please, can you not tell him this? I want it to be between both of us until I can decide what I want to do..”

Though sceptical, I nodded. In the end, it was her decision to make.

“Do you need something to drink?”

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