Chapter 4 A Plan To Escape With Pregnancy

JESSICA'S POV.

I stood in front of the door to her room, my breath held. My heart was beating fast, like it wanted to jump out of my chest.

For a few minutes, I just stood there, twirling the test pack that I had neatly wrapped in plastic in my hand. Bad thoughts kept haunting me, but I had no other choice. She had to know.

With a deep breath, I knocked on the door.

"Come in."

Her voice sounded calm, completely unaware of the storm I was about to unleash. I opened the door slowly, finding him sitting behind a large desk with a pile of documents in front of him. He glanced at me, his eyebrows slightly raised.

"You? What's wrong?" he asked, his tone half-impatient.

I closed the door and walked over, trying to muster up the courage.

"We need to talk. It's important," I said in a slightly worried tone.

He raised an eyebrow, looking at me as if considering whether he should really give his time.

"I'm busy. Can't this wait?

" "No." My voice sounded firmer than I expected.

I placed the plastic test pack on his desk. My whole body was trembling slightly in fear. There was a looming worry about how Morgan would react.

"I'm pregnant."

I glimpsed a change in her face-surprise, perhaps-but she quickly hid it.

Morgan stared at the plastic, then back at me with a flat expression.

"And I should care?" she asked, taking me by surprise.

Although I had expected her reaction to be unreceptive, her words still pierced my chest.

"Why are you giving this to me?" He asked again. Her tone sounded colder now.

What had happened to her?

For the past few days, Morgan hadn't been this cold. Wasn't he the one hitting on me?

His question was like a slap in my face. "Because this might be your son."

He chuckled, a cynical laugh that made me even more disgusted.

"My son? Are you serious?" he asked in a dismissive manner.

I nodded, trying to contain my emotions. "I wasn't with another man before or after that night. If there's any possibility of who the father is, it's you."

She leaned back in the chair, folding her arms across her chest, looking at me like I was telling a bad joke.

"Or maybe this is the son of the man you actually ordered that night. Are you sure it's not him?"

My blood boiled at his accusation.

"What do you mean? I never-

" "Never

mind," he cut in, his tone cold.

"You don't have to pretend in front of me. You admitted to booking a gigolo that night, right? So how do I know this isn't the result of a mistake in your order?"

I felt my chest tighten, as if all the air in this room had suddenly disappeared. My eyes were heating up, but I wasn't going to let him see me cry.

"I know what happened that night," I said, my voice shaking.

"I know who was in my room, and it was you. So stop trying to shift the blame!" I continued rather snapping at him.

He snorted, as if bored with this conversation.

"Then prove it. Prove that the child is mine. Until then, I won't accept baseless accusations like this."

I fell silent, not knowing what to say. His words pierced deeper than I expected. With trembling hands, I grabbed the plastic back from his desk.

"Fine," I muttered under my breath. "I'll prove it. But remember one thing, if this child is truly yours, I won't let you off the hook."

He didn't answer, just looked at me with a flat expression that made me want to scream. The tears I had been holding back were finally flowing.

I didn't know what to do, but one thing was for sure-I wouldn't let him play me like this.

"Hey, Jessica. We did wake up in the same hotel room, but I don't think I did anything to you," he said casually.

I stared at him with almost unstoppable anger. My breath caught, but he remained seated in his chair with a cold expression, as if all this was just a joke that didn't deserve his attention.

"You can't keep dodging like this!" I exclaimed, voice echoing in the vast room.

"This is no small matter. You have a responsibility to this child!" I snapped again.

She looked at me calmly, her eyes narrowing slightly.

"And I told you, prove it's my child first. I won't act based on accusations."

"Accusations?" I almost laughed with anger. "You know very well what happened that night. You were the one who broke into my room, you were the one who-

" "And you ordered it," he cut in coldly, his tone so piercing.

She snorted, sounding exasperated with me.

"How do I know you don't have other men who are more 'professional' in this business?" he asked.

I clenched my jaw, feeling as if his words were tearing me apart. But before I could reply, the door to his room opened, and a woman walked in with a confident stride.

"Honey!" her voice was shrill, full of a familiarity that made me instantly feel small.

I turned around and saw her-a perfectly coiffed woman with neatly coiffed hair, expensive clothes, and a smile that looked like it had been taken straight out of a fashion magazine. She walked over, placing a hand on the CEO's shoulder in a way that was too intimate to ignore.

"Sorry to interrupt," she said, then gave me a questioning look. "You're in a meeting, huh?"

I paused, my mouth open but no words coming out.

"No, just a bit of personal business," she replied casually, without a hint of the tension that had just passed between us.

Morgan stood up and put his hands around her waist, as if showing ownership.

The woman chuckled, the sound like bells.

"Oh, I don't want to intrude. But I have to remind you, we have a dinner appointment with the wedding vendors tonight. You didn't forget, did you?"

Wedding. The word hit me like a boulder.

He gave the woman a small smile, a smile that was completely different from the cold stare he had just given me.

"Of course I remember."

The woman looked at me again, her expression polite but full of curiosity.

"Excuse me, who are you?"

I tried to answer, but it felt like my throat was clogged. I could only stare at the CEO, hoping she would say something-anything. But he just looked at me with a flat stare, as if I was just a stranger who happened to be lost in his office.

"I'm... new staff," I finally replied, my voice barely audible.

"Oh, that's great!" she said cheerfully. "Welcome aboard. I'm sure he'll make a great boss."

Really, I felt like throwing the testpack behind my back at that woman.

Not because I wanted her to feel pain, but I wanted her to know Morgan was an asshole.

What? They're getting married?

I didn't even know Morgan had a girlfriend!

I just nodded stiffly, then forced a faint smile.

"Thank you."

The woman pulled the CEO away spoilingly. "We're leaving now, okay? I don't want to be late again like last week."

He nodded, then looked at me once more before walking away with her.

"We'll talk about this later," she said coldly, then closed the door behind her.

I stood there, alone, feeling the room suddenly become much colder. My breathing was intermittent, my eyes were heating up, but I refrained from crying.

Marriage?

So he'd been engaged all along?

Then what did that night mean for her? And what about this child?

I pressed a hand to my stomach, trying to calm myself. But all I felt was emptiness and a sharpening pain.

I pressed a hand to my stomach, trying to calm myself down. But all I felt was emptiness and a sharp pain.

I walked out of the room with heavy steps, but I didn't want to show my weakness in front of anyone.

My chest was tight, but I held back all those emotions from exploding. Not now. Not in this place.

Once I reached the elevator, I pressed the button roughly. The doors closed, separating me from the world that had just destroyed me. My tears started to flow, but I quickly wiped them away. I didn't want to cry, not for a man like him.

I reached into my bag and found a small envelope containing the results of the ultrasound. My fingers trembled as I pulled the paper out, staring at the faint black and white image showing a tiny fetus-a life I never asked for, but was now a part of.

"What for?" I muttered softly, my hoarse voice echoing in the quiet elevator.

I gripped the ultrasound results tightly, then without a second thought, I tore them in half. The tear still wasn't enough to erase the pain in my heart, so I tore it again, and again, until only a small fragment fell to the floor.

As soon as the elevator stopped at the ground floor, I stepped out with my head bowed, leaving the piece of paper behind. What was the point of me holding onto hope from something that was clearly not appreciated?

My steps led to the street outside the building, the cold air piercing my skin. I grabbed my phone from my bag and started to open the ticket booking app.

My fingers move quickly, typing in the name of a city I've long wanted to forget-a place far away from here, where I can start over without the shadow of that man.

The earliest flight leaves tomorrow morning. I booked a one-way ticket without hesitation. I didn't care where I went, as long as it was away from that man, from these bitter memories, and from all the pain that made me feel broken.

As soon as the ticket confirmation appeared on the screen, I let out a long sigh. There was a small sense of relief, though not enough to erase the fresh wounds in my heart.

"We just need time," I whispered to myself, trying to reassure myself. "We'll be fine."

However, as I stared at the phone screen, there was still an empty feeling that I couldn't shake. I knew that leaving wasn't an instant solution.

But at least, it's a start to trying to reinvent myself. The strong me, without relying on anyone-not to mention her.

***

I tossed a piece of clothing into the suitcase without enthusiasm, my hands feeling tired even though I had just started packing. On the bedside table, my cell phone lay, but I had no intention of checking it.

The incoming messages felt like a burden, and I knew that if I opened any of them, I would sink even further into this already heavy mess of thoughts.

"Don't you want to tell me?" Luna's voice broke the silence.

I turned around, seeing my apartment mate sitting in the doorway of my room, her eyes thoughtful.

I sighed and sat on the edge of the bed, setting the half-filled suitcase on the floor. Luna knew enough, but I couldn't stop myself from speaking.

I had to do it-must let this go, even though I knew the words would come back to haunt me.

"That asshole CEO won't take responsibility, Luna," I said in a barely audible voice, staring at the floor.

"He even said I had to 'prove first' that it was his child," I continued with exasperation.

Luna was silent for a moment, probably trying to digest what I had just said. When she finally spoke, her voice was soft, trying to be soothing, but I could tell there was pain behind the tone.

"Are you sure he doesn't know? I mean, he was the one in your room that night, right?"

I nodded, massaging my temples, trying to keep myself from crying.

"Yes, Luna. I know he was there. I know it was her. But now, he's avoiding me, not wanting to get involved. And then... she has a fiancé."

Luna looked surprised, but her face quickly changed to a concerned expression.

"But, you've explained everything to her, right? That you're not with anyone else, just her?

" "I did," I replied, my voice choked. "But he still doesn't care. He even said that if I was sure it was his child, I had to prove it first. I can't believe he can be that cold, Luna."

I paused my words for a moment, making Luna hold me tighter.

"She put me in this situation, and now she's..." I stopped again, taking a deep breath, trying to hold back the tears. "Now she's thinking about her fiancé instead of her responsibilities."

Luna came over, sat next to me, and her hand gently touched my shoulder.

"I can't imagine how it feels. You feel betrayed, don't you?"

I just nodded. Luna's words couldn't ease the pain. I thought hard, but I couldn't find an answer that could soothe my feelings.

This all felt like a game to the CEO, while I was just there as part of the problem to be eliminated.

"You can't just stay silent, right?" Luna continued in a caring tone.

"You have to take care of yourself, no matter what he does. You can't wait for him to take responsibility that won't come."

I looked at Luna, feeling anxious, confused.

"But what if I'm wrong? What if she... she finally understands and realizes? I don't want to make the wrong decision. If I go, will I regret it?"

Luna gave me a stern look, as if trying to make me see a difficult reality.

"Sometimes, the decision to leave is the right one, even if we're afraid of regretting it. You can't live your life expecting someone who doesn't care to change." Luna tried to reassure me.

"You have to take care of yourself, and that means you have to choose not to wait for him anymore."

I looked down, running a hand over my face. Luna was right. I knew that. But somehow, there was a part of me that felt devastated by the fact that I had to give up all hope.

I didn't know what would come next, but one thing was for sure-I couldn't keep depending on someone who wouldn't take responsibility.

"I have to go," I said finally, voice heavy and full of resolve. "I can't rely on him anymore, Luna. I have to start living for myself."

Luna nodded slowly, patting my shoulder gently.

"I understand, and I'll be here, okay? You're not alone."

I took a deep breath, tried to calm myself down, and finally continued packing my things. Maybe this was the right decision.

Maybe this was the first step to heal the wounds that had been buried. But even though I know it's for the best, fear and anxiety still hang over my heart. But one thing is for sure, I can't wait any longer.

I have to go.