Chapter 3 Got Pregnant

REVISI.

JESSICA'S POV.

My stomach felt queasy.

This business meeting seemed longer than it should have been. The luxurious meeting room with its glass walls and city view should have impressed me, but I couldn't focus.

All the talk of numbers and strategy drifted away, barely making it into my head.

I sat down at the side of the table, trying hard to resist the sudden onset of nausea.

At first I thought it was just a result of the hasty breakfast this morning, but now, the sensation was getting stronger. My stomach feels churning, and cold sweat begins to break out on my temples.

I glanced at the CEO sitting at the end of the table. He looked relaxed, as usual, with a confident expression that made me secretly want to punch him in the face.

Of course he was fine. While I'm here, trying hard to look professional even though my body feels like it's fighting a small storm.

"What do you think, Miss?" one of the business associates suddenly looked at me, turning everyone's attention towards me.

My heart was racing. I was a little surprised that a business associate had called out to me. Then, now all eyes really made me the center of attention.

Including Morgan who was staring at me as if hoping I could answer the question.

"Excuse me, can you repeat the question?" I asked in a voice that, thankfully, sounded quite stable.

He repeated the question, but I barely heard him.

The nausea was getting stronger, and I had to bite my lip to hold it in. I just nodded, pretending to understand, hoping it would be enough to cover my stupidity.

Morgan gave me a quick glance, his expression hard to decipher, but I could feel his sharp eyes watching. I looked away, not wanting to give the impression that something was wrong.

The meeting continued, but my attention continued to be divided. Now, it wasn't just nausea. My head felt light, like there was a fog clouding my mind.

'Damn, why won't this nausea stop? What's happening to my body?!' I said silently to myself.

I tried to take a deep breath, but it only made me feel worse.

When the meeting was finally over, I quickly stood up, hoping the fresh air outside would help. But the moment I stepped outside, the world seemed to spin for a moment. I had to grab the wall to stabilize myself.

"Are you okay?" Morgan's voice sounded behind me, his tone flat but with a hint of curiosity.

I nodded quickly, not daring to look at him.

"Yeah, just a little dizzy," I replied trying to hide the pain.

He raised an eyebrow, looking at me with a look that was hard to translate.

"You looked like you were going to pass out earlier. Make sure you don't fall down in front of our clients next time. It's bad for the company's image."

I gritted my teeth, feeling both embarrassed and annoyed.

"I'm fine. Just need a little rest," I answered.

"Good," he said simply, then walked ahead of me with quiet steps.

Morgan left me standing in the hallway, trying to understand what exactly was happening to my body.

For no reason, I felt a bad feeling about the condition of my body right now. I've never experienced symptoms like this.

Then I suddenly imagined the hot night between me and Morgan. My goosebumps bristled. It can't be, right?

***

It's been a few days since my body felt strange. The morning sickness is getting more frequent, my head is sometimes light and sometimes heavy, and my stomach feels bloated for no apparent reason.

At first I thought it was just the effects of the stress of the new job, but the more I tried to ignore it, the harder it was not to think about it.

Today, when I almost threw up at the smell of coffee in the office pantry, I could no longer consider it a coincidence.

I went home early, looking for a reason for HR's headache, even though what really hurt was my questioning mind.

Upon arriving home, I immediately sat on the sofa with my cell phone in hand. My fingers typed "pregnancy symptoms" into the search bar, even though I knew I shouldn't jump to that conclusion.

But the results made me even more anxious.

"No way," I whispered, trying to deny it, but something inside me was starting to get scared.

With a heavy sigh, I grabbed my bag and going to the nearest pharmacy. Buying a test pack felt like a big decision, and my heart skipped a beat as the cashier handed me the small bag of items.

Arriving home, I stared at this small object with mixed feelings. My hands trembled as I unwrapped it, read the instructions carefully, and finally stepped into the shower.

The water in the sink ran softly, filling the silence in the small room. I did what needed to be done, then placed the test pack on the sink. The three minutes I had to wait felt like three years.

"Come on," I whispered to myself. "It's just stress. The result must be negative."

But inside my self, I can't stay calm as I wanna be. Something I might no longer be able to ignore.

As I stared at the test pack over the sink, it felt like the whole world stopped. Two red lines.

No, this must be wrong.

I picked up the device, bringing it closer to my face, making sure I wasn't looking at it wrong.

Two lines. Positive.

My body was froze for a while. It felt like there was an invisible weight pressing down on my chest, making my breath catch. My mind replaying the memory of that one night with that guy-the damn CEO.

I remember the dim hotel room lights, the sound of his breathing, the touch I shouldn't have allowed. Then his face... the face of that man-my current CEO. The man who always smiled casually, as if the world was his toy.

"No way..." I whispered, almost inaudibly. "This can't be happening."

I fell to the bathroom floor, hugging my own knees. Panic began to creep up, taking over my entire body.

What was I going to do?

How would I deal with all this?

And what if he finds out?

A knock on the door broke my train of thought.

"Hey, are you in there?" The voice of Luna, my apartment mate, came from behind the door.

"Are you okay there? It's been four hours!"

I tried to answer, but I can't speak anything.

"Open the door!" she said again.

With trembling hands, I opened the door so Luna could approach me. My body simply relaxed and fell into Luna's arms who looked at me worriedly.

She looked at me, then at the device in my hand, and her eyes widened. "Oh my... That's-that's positive?"

I just nodded slowly, unable to say anything.

"Oh my God, are you serious?" Luna snatched the test pack away, looking at it with a panicked expression.

"It's... it's not wrong, right? Did you test more than once?" she asked again.

"I..." My voice sounded hoarse. "I don't know, Luna. I don't know what to do."

She sat next to me. "This is wrong, right? I mean ... who's the guy that cause this?"

I shook my head softly. The tears were starting to flow.

"It's ... him," I answered a little shakily. "The man with me last night, my CEO. I told you before."

Luna gave me a long look, she look like trying to digest what I meant. After second of time, her mouth opened, but no words came out.

"Your CEO?" she whispered finally, looks disbelief.

I just nodded again, feeling more crushed every time I remembered that fact.

Luna hugged me tightly, probably more to calm herself than me.

"Okay, okay... We need to calm down. We can find a solution. But, gosh, this is... This is crazy."

I couldn't say anything else. My head was full of fear, confusion, and questions I couldn't answer.

***

My hands trembled as I held my cell phone. The name of my CEO, that man, was clearly displayed on the screen. I had opened his contact several times in the past hour, but my thumbs always stopped right before pressing the green button.

I take a deep breath, trying to calm myself. It's not about courage. It's about responsibility-both for me and for him. He has to know. There was no other choice.

Finally, I pressed the call button, and the ringing started. My chest was pounding so hard, it felt like a boulder was pressing down on my breath.

But the ringing continued without an answer, until it finally stopped.

"Why isn't he picking up my call?" I muttered in annoyance and worry.

I stared at the screen that had now returned to the main menu, biting my lip in frustration. He wasn't answering. Maybe he was busy? I tried again.

It rang. One time.

Twice.

Five times.

There was no answer again.

My feelings were a mixture of annoyance, anxiety, and fear. I tried once more, and this time, after only two rings, my call was rejected.

The phone screen displayed a cold message: "Call Rejected."

I let out a long sigh, almost throwing the phone on the sofa. Was she avoiding me on purpose? Or maybe he was really busy?

I didn't have time to guess. My situation are going to broke. If he wouldn't answer my call, then I had to try something else.

With my shaking-hands, I opened the messaging app and started typing.

"Mr. Morgan, let's talk. There is urgent situation. Please call me back as soon as possible."

I deleted it. Too formal.

I typed again.

"Sir, I need to talk about something very urgent. Please pick up my call, it's personal and serious."

I hit the send button before I had time to doubt myself again. Then, I sat on the sofa, waiting him to pick up the phone.

Minutes passed with no reply. There was no sign that he'd read my message, nor responded to it.

Frustration started to turn into panic. I didn't know what to do if he continued to ignore me. I looked desperately at my phone, hoping-praying-he would answer. But the screen remained silent.

How could I tell him if he wouldn't even listen?