Pregnant & Used, Until I Destroyed Him - Chapter 2: Chapter 2
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Julian finally glanced up, barely registering how ghostly pale I was as he tossed out his casual command. "Scarlett, whip up something simple for us—and make sure there's soup for Anne. It'll help her recover."
A knife-sharp pain twisted in my chest, stealing my breath. I turned and retreated to the kitchen, their laughter chasing after me like mocking echoes. I didn't belong here anymore. Not in this house. Not in this life.
I used to scream at them, clawing for some shred of dignity, not realizing my outbursts only fed their smug satisfaction. Anne played the saint—patient, composed, everything I wasn't. But I was done. These people, this farce of a relationship—none of it was worth another second of my energy.
By the time I carried out the food, exhaustion weighed me down like lead. Anne reached for the soup, then jerked back as if burned. The bowl slipped, shattering against the floor. Scalding liquid splashed across my bare calf, searing my skin red.
"Watch out!" Julian threw himself in front of Anne, shielding her—though not a single drop touched her. Yet she crumpled against him like a wounded bird, her voice trembling. "Scarlett, I know you hate me, but did you have to do that on purpose?"
The accusations came fast.
"What's wrong with you, Scarlett?"
"You've been picking on Anne forever. We're just friends—why are you like this?"
I leveled a cold stare at them. "She let go first."
Julian cut through the noise, his voice sharp as a blade. "Scarlett, apologize. You've crossed a line. Anne just left the hospital, and you terrified her."
The room might as well have been a freezer. I trembled violently, the burn on my leg nothing compared to the ice spreading through my veins. The man who once made me feel safe now stood as my executioner, slicing me apart with every word. Something inside me snapped.
"Fine. I'll apologize." My bitter laugh choked on unshed tears.
Julian faltered, reaching for me, but I sidestepped him.
"Dinner's served. Apology delivered. Can I go bandage my leg now?" I shook my blistered skin, daring him to stop me. Without waiting, I walked away, leaving the wreckage behind.
Outside, Anne's theatrics continued. "I'm sorry! This is all my fault—Scarlett's upset because of me. I'm such a burden. I should just go..."
The door burst open as she fled, the others scrambling after her. The slam rattled the walls.
I braced for Julian to follow. Instead, my door creaked open. His arms wrapped around me from behind, his palm settling over my stomach.
"Scarlett," he murmured, voice honey-sweet, "just humor her, okay? Anne's still a kid at heart. Be the bigger person. Besides..." His fingers pressed gently. "We've got our own little one to think about. Once work calms down, I'll give you the wedding you deserve. Don't stay mad."
I shoved his hand away. "Oh, so you do remember I'm pregnant?" My sneer cut through his act like glass.
A knife-sharp pain twisted in my chest, stealing my breath. I turned and retreated to the kitchen, their laughter chasing after me like mocking echoes. I didn't belong here anymore. Not in this house. Not in this life.
I used to scream at them, clawing for some shred of dignity, not realizing my outbursts only fed their smug satisfaction. Anne played the saint—patient, composed, everything I wasn't. But I was done. These people, this farce of a relationship—none of it was worth another second of my energy.
By the time I carried out the food, exhaustion weighed me down like lead. Anne reached for the soup, then jerked back as if burned. The bowl slipped, shattering against the floor. Scalding liquid splashed across my bare calf, searing my skin red.
"Watch out!" Julian threw himself in front of Anne, shielding her—though not a single drop touched her. Yet she crumpled against him like a wounded bird, her voice trembling. "Scarlett, I know you hate me, but did you have to do that on purpose?"
The accusations came fast.
"What's wrong with you, Scarlett?"
"You've been picking on Anne forever. We're just friends—why are you like this?"
I leveled a cold stare at them. "She let go first."
Julian cut through the noise, his voice sharp as a blade. "Scarlett, apologize. You've crossed a line. Anne just left the hospital, and you terrified her."
The room might as well have been a freezer. I trembled violently, the burn on my leg nothing compared to the ice spreading through my veins. The man who once made me feel safe now stood as my executioner, slicing me apart with every word. Something inside me snapped.
"Fine. I'll apologize." My bitter laugh choked on unshed tears.
Julian faltered, reaching for me, but I sidestepped him.
"Dinner's served. Apology delivered. Can I go bandage my leg now?" I shook my blistered skin, daring him to stop me. Without waiting, I walked away, leaving the wreckage behind.
Outside, Anne's theatrics continued. "I'm sorry! This is all my fault—Scarlett's upset because of me. I'm such a burden. I should just go..."
The door burst open as she fled, the others scrambling after her. The slam rattled the walls.
I braced for Julian to follow. Instead, my door creaked open. His arms wrapped around me from behind, his palm settling over my stomach.
"Scarlett," he murmured, voice honey-sweet, "just humor her, okay? Anne's still a kid at heart. Be the bigger person. Besides..." His fingers pressed gently. "We've got our own little one to think about. Once work calms down, I'll give you the wedding you deserve. Don't stay mad."
I shoved his hand away. "Oh, so you do remember I'm pregnant?" My sneer cut through his act like glass.
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