My CEO's Blackmail Tape - Chapter 51: Chapter 51
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This busybody actually went out of her way just to spill the tea. I didn't know whether to roll my eyes or laugh. For a second, I almost snapped, What's it to you if Nathan Roscente's relationship crashed and burned? But I bit my tongue—though I'll admit, my curiosity got the better of me.
"What happened?"
Sophia Hill scrunched up her face. "Some say they had a huge fight. Others swear there's a third wheel involved. Honestly, the rumors are all over the place—who even knows what's true?"
We were still chatting in the hallway when Daniel called for me. I turned to head back to his room, and Sophia trailed behind like an eager puppy.
Within minutes, she had Daniel cracking up. That woman could charm a rock into laughing.
Lately, things between us had been... quiet. Daniel had been stuck in bed, his expression permanently stormy, never so much as cracking a smile. The only time he perked up was when coworkers dropped by.
Seeing him actually happy lifted a weight off my chest.
When Sophia finally left, I walked her out, dragging my feet a little.
"Evelyn, you look like hell," she said bluntly. "If you keep this up, you're gonna age ten years overnight." She hesitated, then added, "If Daniel's condition is too much, maybe hire a nurse? You can't do everything."
Her words hit me right in the feels. I had to fight back tears.
Just as I opened my mouth to reply, a wave of nausea slammed into me. I barely made it to a trash can before I was hunched over, retching like my stomach was trying to escape.
It was brutal. I heaved until there was nothing left, then kept dry-heaving like my body had forgotten how to stop.
Sophia stayed glued to my side, rubbing my back. "Jesus, Evelyn. Acute gastritis? Let's get you to a doctor."
I crouched there, gasping. "Nah, it's fine. Probably just bad takeout. Some Pepto and I'll be good."
When I refused to budge, she sighed. But as she turned to leave, she dropped a bombshell under her breath: "Or... maybe hit up the OB-GYN. You might be pregnant."
Pregnant?
The word hit me like a freight train. I froze, my voice coming out in a squeak. "Th-that's impossible!"
"Why? Just get checked. Better to know." She leaned in, lowering her voice. "I mean, Daniel's got... issues, but you two must've at least tried once, right? If you are pregnant, it'd be a freaking miracle!"
After she left, I kept telling myself it couldn't be true. I avoided the doctor like the plague. But the vomiting didn't stop—some days were so bad I was left shaking and tear-streaked. Even Daniel noticed and ordered me to get checked.
Relieved he didn't come with me, I finally caved—and marched straight to the OB-GYN.
When I saw the results, the room spun. I nearly blacked out.
Pregnant.
I'd been clinging to hope—that the morning-after pill would still work after 24 hours, that it was too soon for symptoms after that night in the alley with Daniel.
I'd always wanted kids. Dreamed of being a mom. But this baby's father... wasn't Daniel.
If he found out? I didn't even want to think about it. The idea alone turned my blood to ice.
"What happened?"
Sophia Hill scrunched up her face. "Some say they had a huge fight. Others swear there's a third wheel involved. Honestly, the rumors are all over the place—who even knows what's true?"
We were still chatting in the hallway when Daniel called for me. I turned to head back to his room, and Sophia trailed behind like an eager puppy.
Within minutes, she had Daniel cracking up. That woman could charm a rock into laughing.
Lately, things between us had been... quiet. Daniel had been stuck in bed, his expression permanently stormy, never so much as cracking a smile. The only time he perked up was when coworkers dropped by.
Seeing him actually happy lifted a weight off my chest.
When Sophia finally left, I walked her out, dragging my feet a little.
"Evelyn, you look like hell," she said bluntly. "If you keep this up, you're gonna age ten years overnight." She hesitated, then added, "If Daniel's condition is too much, maybe hire a nurse? You can't do everything."
Her words hit me right in the feels. I had to fight back tears.
Just as I opened my mouth to reply, a wave of nausea slammed into me. I barely made it to a trash can before I was hunched over, retching like my stomach was trying to escape.
It was brutal. I heaved until there was nothing left, then kept dry-heaving like my body had forgotten how to stop.
Sophia stayed glued to my side, rubbing my back. "Jesus, Evelyn. Acute gastritis? Let's get you to a doctor."
I crouched there, gasping. "Nah, it's fine. Probably just bad takeout. Some Pepto and I'll be good."
When I refused to budge, she sighed. But as she turned to leave, she dropped a bombshell under her breath: "Or... maybe hit up the OB-GYN. You might be pregnant."
Pregnant?
The word hit me like a freight train. I froze, my voice coming out in a squeak. "Th-that's impossible!"
"Why? Just get checked. Better to know." She leaned in, lowering her voice. "I mean, Daniel's got... issues, but you two must've at least tried once, right? If you are pregnant, it'd be a freaking miracle!"
After she left, I kept telling myself it couldn't be true. I avoided the doctor like the plague. But the vomiting didn't stop—some days were so bad I was left shaking and tear-streaked. Even Daniel noticed and ordered me to get checked.
Relieved he didn't come with me, I finally caved—and marched straight to the OB-GYN.
When I saw the results, the room spun. I nearly blacked out.
Pregnant.
I'd been clinging to hope—that the morning-after pill would still work after 24 hours, that it was too soon for symptoms after that night in the alley with Daniel.
I'd always wanted kids. Dreamed of being a mom. But this baby's father... wasn't Daniel.
If he found out? I didn't even want to think about it. The idea alone turned my blood to ice.
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