My CEO's Blackmail Tape - Chapter 52: Chapter 52
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I couldn't lose him. Divorce wasn't an option.
The decision crystallized in my mind - this pregnancy had to end, and no one could ever know.
Back in Daniel's hospital room, his concerned voice cut through my thoughts. "What did the doctor say?"
"Just gastritis," I lied smoothly, flashing the bottle of stomach meds I'd rigged with vitamins. "Some pills and I'll be fine."
His tender smile twisted my insides. "If you're not feeling well, go rest at home. I can manage here with the nurses."
Tears pricked my eyes at his kindness. This was my chance - I'd terminate the pregnancy before Daniel was discharged and discovered the truth. By then, it would be too late to save our marriage.
I didn't go home. The maternity clinic's sterile smell hit me as I entered - only to freeze at the sight of Nathan guiding Isabella through the lobby, his hand protective on her back.
My stomach dropped. Was she pregnant?
Of course she was. They were engaged, after all. Bile rose in my throat as my fingers brushed my own traitorous belly - the life inside me that shouldn't exist. Not when Nathan was the father.
Thirty minutes later, as I waited for the gynecologist, my phone vibrated. Nathan's name glared from the screen. I silenced it, only for a text to follow:
"Pick up. Now. Or the video goes public."
That manipulative bastard.
I called back through gritted teeth. "What?"
Nathan's smug chuckle grated my nerves. "Isabella's with her parents. Get over here."
"Accompany him" - his code for sex. A month of pent-up frustration since Isabella had been glued to his side, and now I was his release valve.
Disgust curdled in my gut. How had I ever mistaken lust for love? To him, I was just a convenient toy.
Enough. Time to end this.
His penthouse door barely closed before he slammed me against the wall, his hungry mouth descending. Revulsion surged - I shoved past him, barely reaching the bathroom before vomiting violently.
He lounged in the doorway, icy disdain dripping from his voice. "Perfect timing. Finally get you alone and you're sick?"
"Since when do I schedule my illnesses?" I spat, wiping my mouth. "I'm not sick. I'm pregnant. With your child."
Nathan's face went sheet-white before twisting into a mocking smirk. "Nice try. You're not some clueless virgin. You know about morning-after pills."
I hurled the test results at him. Watching his expression shift from disbelief to cold calculation made my skin crawl.
"Terminate it. I'll call you with details."
Exactly the reaction I'd expected. I hadn't wanted to keep it anyway. But his clinical dismissal still burned - as if recovery from an abortion was just another item on his calendar.
"Don't flatter yourself," I hissed. "I'm handling it."
I turned to leave, but before my hand touched the doorknob, Nathan's iron grip yanked me backward.
The decision crystallized in my mind - this pregnancy had to end, and no one could ever know.
Back in Daniel's hospital room, his concerned voice cut through my thoughts. "What did the doctor say?"
"Just gastritis," I lied smoothly, flashing the bottle of stomach meds I'd rigged with vitamins. "Some pills and I'll be fine."
His tender smile twisted my insides. "If you're not feeling well, go rest at home. I can manage here with the nurses."
Tears pricked my eyes at his kindness. This was my chance - I'd terminate the pregnancy before Daniel was discharged and discovered the truth. By then, it would be too late to save our marriage.
I didn't go home. The maternity clinic's sterile smell hit me as I entered - only to freeze at the sight of Nathan guiding Isabella through the lobby, his hand protective on her back.
My stomach dropped. Was she pregnant?
Of course she was. They were engaged, after all. Bile rose in my throat as my fingers brushed my own traitorous belly - the life inside me that shouldn't exist. Not when Nathan was the father.
Thirty minutes later, as I waited for the gynecologist, my phone vibrated. Nathan's name glared from the screen. I silenced it, only for a text to follow:
"Pick up. Now. Or the video goes public."
That manipulative bastard.
I called back through gritted teeth. "What?"
Nathan's smug chuckle grated my nerves. "Isabella's with her parents. Get over here."
"Accompany him" - his code for sex. A month of pent-up frustration since Isabella had been glued to his side, and now I was his release valve.
Disgust curdled in my gut. How had I ever mistaken lust for love? To him, I was just a convenient toy.
Enough. Time to end this.
His penthouse door barely closed before he slammed me against the wall, his hungry mouth descending. Revulsion surged - I shoved past him, barely reaching the bathroom before vomiting violently.
He lounged in the doorway, icy disdain dripping from his voice. "Perfect timing. Finally get you alone and you're sick?"
"Since when do I schedule my illnesses?" I spat, wiping my mouth. "I'm not sick. I'm pregnant. With your child."
Nathan's face went sheet-white before twisting into a mocking smirk. "Nice try. You're not some clueless virgin. You know about morning-after pills."
I hurled the test results at him. Watching his expression shift from disbelief to cold calculation made my skin crawl.
"Terminate it. I'll call you with details."
Exactly the reaction I'd expected. I hadn't wanted to keep it anyway. But his clinical dismissal still burned - as if recovery from an abortion was just another item on his calendar.
"Don't flatter yourself," I hissed. "I'm handling it."
I turned to leave, but before my hand touched the doorknob, Nathan's iron grip yanked me backward.
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