The Billionaire's Hidden Wife

Rachel's POV

"Mr. Morgan! I'm pregnant!" I shouted in the midst of two lovers. I had no choice but to do this. I needed the man who gave a speech today in the middle of the party, facing the sophisticated woman. I think it was an engagement party right now, but I just entered without permission. I found an excuse. Whatever I said to the guard, he just let me in.

Christopher Morgan was the father of the one I was carrying in my belly, and I had no other way for my future son and me to live. Only he could help us.

I was only seventeen, and no one accepted me for a job because I was underage and had not finished high school yet. I came up with this plan to help my baby and me with the man who got me pregnant. I was also very tired of my aunt mistreating me, and they even kicked me out.

There was a commotion outside the mansion near the swimming pool. Everyone was looking at me. Besides, I realized that what I did was wrong. Why did I scream? Couldn't I talk to the man who got me pregnant secretly?

They were all waiting for me to continue what I had to say.

"Excuse me, Miss! You're just ruining my daughter's engagement party!" the elderly man said on my right.

I closed my eyes to gather courage. "I-I'm pregnant, and he's the father!" I pointed to the man in front of the beautiful woman. His smile was replaced by surprise, and he raised his eyebrows at me.

The man received a crisp slap from the beautiful woman. I was here, having committed a sin, so I would face the consequences. I hadn't planned to say this in the middle of the engagement party, but it suddenly came out. Maybe it was my hunger that made me lose control. Besides, I was here.

I had made my way to get in here so that I wouldn't miss this opportunity again. I came in alive, so even if it was embarrassing and hurt the woman in front of the man-the father of my baby-I still did it. I was so selfish. Was it selfish of me to want a good life for my future child?

"How could you do this to me, Christopher? How?" The man received a series of slaps from his fiancée.

I was stunned. I felt guilty at that moment. I shouldn't have shouted it out and said it publicly.

His fiancée ran and stopped in front of me, glaring at me. "You two deserve each other!" she screamed in my face.

"Kristy!" The man chased after her but stopped in front of me as well. I couldn't look at him because of what I had done. I had ruined their engagement party.

"Are you happy with what you did? You ruined the party! You ruined everything! I don't even know you! Who are you? How can I get you pregnant if I don't know you?" he asked mockingly, observing my expression. I closed my eyes. When I opened them again, he was no longer in front of me. I saw him running and chasing his fiancée.

My vision suddenly went dark. Fortunately, someone supported me. "Are you all right?" a kind elderly lady asked, caressing my hand. She continued to support me.

I was dizzy and didn't have the energy to answer her question. Until my vision completely blacked out.

***

"RACHEL, come here!" Daisy waved at me. We were wearing hotel uniforms. Daisy managed to borrow a uniform because we gate-crashed her brother's stag party.

We had cut classes just to be gatecrashers at a stag party. To avoid being noticed, we wore hotel uniforms. Daisy and I pretended to be hotel staff.

The two of us talked about coming here to her older brother's stag party, which I had wanted for a long time. He was ten years older than us. While I was seventeen and Daisy's older brother was twenty-seven.

I don't know what went through Daisy's mind when she wanted me to seduce her older brother. She said she wanted me to marry him and not the girl Declan wanted to marry.

I had desired Declan for a long time. I had admired him since elementary school. But every time I confessed to him, he would say that I was still young, that I still had a lot to learn.

I was annoyed by what he kept saying, so tonight, Daisy and I came up with a plan to prevent Declan's marriage from happening.

Seducing him was one of our plans.

Realizing it was quiet, Daisy approached me and whispered, "Drink this to give you courage." She handed me a wine glass. I had no reservations about drinking it.

"Are you sure you want to give your virginity to Brother?" she asked again, maybe finding it hard to believe.

I nodded.

She came to me again. "Here's the key. Go to Brother's room now." She seemed thrilled, smiling. Finally! Tonight, Declan would be mine.

She made me drink alcohol again. I felt a little dizzy, but I could still walk fine. My vision was slightly blurry, but manageable. I could make it to Declan's room without difficulty.

Excitedly bidding Daisy goodbye, I headed towards her older brother's room. The wine had filled me with courage. Although my vision was spinning and slightly blurred.

I turned the doorknob, and the door opened immediately. It wasn't locked. The room was also dark. I entered and locked the door behind me. I approached the bed. The only light came from the lampshade, providing enough illumination for me to see Declan sleeping soundly in bed, shirtless and face down. He seemed very drunk.

I sat down and started moving closer to Declan. I began to remove his pants. My breath hitched as I took off his pants completely. I even removed the rest of his covers. What I saw made me gasp. Oh god! It's huge even while he's sleeping.

He moaned when my hand touched his abs. It was difficult to suppress my excitement, but I managed. I couldn't help but stare at his abs, avoiding his face.

I positioned myself on top of him and slowly removed my own covers. With closed eyes, I attempted to insert his erect member inside me.

"Ah! Shit! It hurts!" I nearly screamed as it entered me. It felt like my bones were breaking at that moment.

Once I could breathe and the pain subsided slightly, I started moving slowly on top of him. "Oohh..." I heard him moan. My eyes widened as he grabbed my waist, squeezing it firmly. He held onto my waist as I leaned forward. "Ahh..." I murmured.

"Aahh...shit! Who are you?" he asked, grunting. I didn't answer, just continuing to move on top of him. He didn't ask further.

It felt good. Declan would be mine forever. He would be mine forever once he got me pregnant. That was all I could think of as I continued moving on top of him.

I opened my eyes. I was still drowsy, but I forced them open to see Declan's handsome face. I glanced at him, my eyes widening when I realized Declan wasn't beside me on the bed. I didn't know who he was, but he was incredibly attractive. I swallowed hard as my gaze traveled down his rather hairy chest, stopping at his Adam's apple. My vision descended further. I closed my eyes. Oh god! What a fool I had been.

I got off the bed and quickly gathered my scattered covers, hastily putting them back on. Fortunately, he hadn't woken up yet. He never saw my face.

Before leaving the room, I stole another glance at him, memorizing his handsome face.

Who was that man?

I hurriedly entered the elevator, thankfully encountering no one. The only thing I was certain of was that he was Declan's friend. But who was that man? I had given my virginity to the wrong person.

Where was Daisy?

I shook my head as I exited the building and hailed a taxi.

"Girl, you're still young, and you're coming out of that hotel in the early morning," the taxi driver remarked, sounding gossipy.

I didn't say anything. I took out my cellphone from my bag. I was in trouble with Mama again for not returning home early in the morning. They were probably looking for me.

My cellphone was filled with missed calls and text messages.

I opened Daisy's text first. "Enjoy! Rachel! Ciao! I'll wait for you tomorrow at school. Tell me what happened." I wanted to smile, but I couldn't because I had given my virginity to the wrong man.

Next, I opened a stranger's text because it wasn't in the phonebook on my cellphone.

I read its text. "Are you the daughter of Ivy and Patrick James? We are sorry to inform you that your parents and brother are gone. They were affected by the fire here in Manhattan." My hands trembled as I read the text. Tears flowed down my face, and my cellphone slipped from my shaking hand.

"N-no..."

"Girl, are you okay there?" the taxi driver asked me. I cried incessantly. "Mama, Papa!" I whispered through tears.

The taxi driver looked bewildered.

"Please, hurry, sir! I need to get home," I cried out.

I felt a wave of depression as I gazed upon our house reduced to ashes. The pain I felt was suffocating.

While I had been having fun last night, my family had been going through a tragedy.

If only I had known, Mama, Papa! Forgive me! If only I had known this would happen. I wish I had come home yesterday.

I knelt in front of our house, unable to believe what had transpired. I hoped it was all just a dream. Please, let it be a dream.

I can't do it! I can't lose my family. My brothers are still young. Forgive me!

"Rachel! Where are you from? Why are you here now? The bodies of your parents and siblings are already in the morgue!" Matilda Rowe shouted at me.

I remained on my knees, with no intention of getting up. I was sorry for what had happened and what I had done. Now I realized everything. Mama and Papa had worked hard to send me to school, and this was all I had repaid them. I had just skipped classes to attend the stag party of the guy I loved.

"Mama, Papa!" I shouted once again.

"Go to the morgue! Their bodies are already there. It's up to you to decide what to do," Matilda Rowe said, her words falling on deaf ears.

My mind went blank, and my eyes were blurry from crying. I didn't wipe my tears. I let them fall and spread across my face.

Do I still deserve to live?

After my family was buried, I didn't know where to go. It had been a few days since I had eaten properly. I couldn't sleep either. I cried constantly, morning and night. I felt it was all my fault. I was guilty for what had happened.

My teacher called me, but I didn't answer. I didn't have the time or the means to study anymore. I didn't have the money to continue my education. I had no shelter. I felt like a stray dog on the road.

I had just finished eating with our neighbors, who had taken pity on me and let me sleep at their house, when I overheard something from their children. So, I decided to leave on my own.

Two weeks passed. God showed me mercy and answered my prayers. I wished for a relative who would take me in.

Aunt Bethany took me to their house. She was a widow and had three sons. No women.

I had hoped she would treat me well, but she didn't. They treated me like a servant. I endured it because I had nowhere else to go. Even though Aunt Bethany scolded me every day, I bore it. I had no choice but to endure. Even though it was hard, I could handle it.

Rachel's POV

One month later...

"Rachel! Rachel!" I stopped folding clothes abruptly as Uncle's voice boomed through the room. He called me again. What else does he want from me?

They were furious with me, blaming me for the death of my parents and siblings. They claimed that because I wasn't there when the fire broke out, I brought bad luck upon our family.

I hurriedly made my way over. I had been living in their house for a month now. They provided for me, but it felt as if they had turned me into a servant. They barely even fed me.

I had to give up my studies because I could no longer afford my education.

"What are you doing in the bedroom again? Are you sleeping? Don't act like a lady here! I'm providing for you! You're here to work! Take care of all the household chores!" Uncle preached furiously, and I bowed my head in submission.

I didn't know if he was truly my father's brother. Why did he treat me this way? It was as if I wasn't his niece at all.

"What are you doing there? Get ready! Do the laundry! I'm leaving! If I come back to a messy house and find you idle, I'll kick you out!" He screamed in my face. I closed my eyes, feeling terrible, but I forced myself to get up and work. If they kicked me out, and I had nowhere else to go, I might end up wandering the streets and begging for survival.

"RACHEL! Are you listening?" he snarled at me. I blinked, momentarily lost in my thoughts.

"Yes, Uncle! I will do everything you've asked of me," I replied. I gathered the scattered dirty clothes, even though I had done the laundry just yesterday and would have to do it again today. Exhaustion had drained me of nearly all my energy. I couldn't even sleep peacefully because Uncle and even my male cousins would constantly give me orders, even late at night when their girlfriends were around.

"It's a good thing we understand each other. Oh, by the way, I'm leaving!" Uncle finally departed, leaving me behind with my cousins and their girlfriends.

The cousins were still in their rooms, occupied with their respective girlfriends.

While I was putting the laundry in the washing machine, my vision suddenly blurred. I sat down, frowning, as my surroundings seemed to spin.

"Oh, cousin! Wash this too! Why are you just sitting there? Wash it!" Despite feeling dizzy, I managed to catch the clothes my cousin threw at me. The smell of bleach lingered in my nose.

In recent days, I had noticed an increase in the strength of my sense of smell. I had also lost my appetite, so even when Uncle gave me a small portion of rice, I couldn't bring myself to eat it.

After finishing the laundry, I began cleaning the house. Despite my longing to rest, I couldn't afford to, as my work was far from over. If Uncle returned to find unfinished tasks, he might kick me out for good.

I rubbed my forehead again. My strength was waning; I felt as if my body might give out any moment now.

When I sensed something peculiar, I dashed to the bathroom. The smell of onions had turned my stomach upside down. It was my cousin's girlfriend cooking.

I vomited in the bathroom, clutching my stomach as I emerged. I didn't realize that my cousin, Aaron, was standing by the door. He looked at me with concern.

"What's happening? Why are you vomiting?" he asked.

"I... I don't know, Brother Aaron," I replied, bowing my head as his gaze bore into me. I was taken aback when he grabbed me and firmly held my chin, forcing me to look up at him.

"Tell me, Rachel. Are you pregnant? Have you been involved with someone? You're only seventeen, so don't tell me you're pregnant!" He yelled in my face.

"Brother Aaron... I was in pain," I said, my eyes shut tightly as tears streamed down my face.

What if I am pregnant? How did this happen? What will happen to me? And my future child? Will they experience the same oppression I am enduring now? I didn't want that for them. I didn't want my unborn child to suffer as I was suffering.

I cried even more, but he still didn't let go of me. "You didn't answer? You're pregnant!" Brother Aaron shouted at my face once again.

"Aaron..." his girlfriend suddenly pulled him away, and I breathed a sigh of relief as he released his grip on my face. I rubbed my jaw, feeling the pain.

"Aaron? What are you doing? Why are you hurting Rachel? She's just a child. My god! She's only seventeen years old! How can Rachel be pregnant? She doesn't have a boyfriend!" Brother Aaron's girlfriend confronted me. "Rachel, tell me the truth. You're not pregnant, are you? You're too young for that." Her words worried me even more.

Brother Aaron's girlfriend still showed concern for me, while my own family members caused me pain.

I continued crying in front of them, feeling overwhelmed. "Rachel... shh. Don't cry," she comforted me, pulling me into a hug.

"Later, I'll buy you a pregnancy test so we can be sure, and your brother Aaron won't bother you anymore." I nodded, tears streaming down my cheeks.

"Thank you very much."

She hugged me again. "You're a woman, and I'm a woman too. I understand you. It's even more difficult for you now because it's only been a month since your family disappeared. I-I'm sorry, Rachel, for bringing it up."

"Don't listen to child! If it's proven that she's pregnant, be ready to abort the child," Brother Aaron said.

My eyes widened in shock. How could he say such a thing? Even in my current situation, I couldn't bear the thought of aborting the child if it turned out I was indeed pregnant.

At that moment, they left to buy a pregnancy test for me. I felt nervous, fearing the possibility of being pregnant. It had only happened once, during Brother Declan's bachelor party.

What should I do?

What will happen to me?

They returned home later in the afternoon, accompanied by Brother Aaron and Uncle. My nervousness intensified.

"Really!" Uncle called out furiously. "Come here."

"U-Uncle..." I approached him hesitantly.

"What did your brother Aaron say? Are you pregnant?"

I felt anger toward Brother Aaron, but I kept it hidden. I tried to defend myself, but I failed, even in the presence of Brother Aaron's girlfriend. Uncle leaned forward, scolding me. "I-I'm not sure yet," I replied, my voice trembling.

In response, Uncle delivered a strong slap. "Not sure? So, you're saying you've been promiscuous? You're not sure if you're pregnant? Does that mean you're having fun while your parents are suffering? It's only been a month! It's only been a month!" Overwhelmed with guilt, I closed my eyes tightly. I regretted that day deeply. If I had known what would happen, I would have returned home and perished in the fire. My conscience haunted me every day. I hadn't even apologized to Mama and Papa. I missed them so much.

Uncle grabbed my hand and handed me a small white object. "Collect your urine!" he commanded. I stared at the object in my hand. "W-what is this?"

"A pregnancy test, you fool!"

With my head lowered, I walked to the bathroom. I applied a few drops of urine and anxiously waited for the result. The instructions stated that two lines indicated pregnancy, while one line indicated otherwise.

After a few minutes, I covered my mouth in shock at the result I saw. Two lines were unmistakably present. C-could I be pregnant?

"Really! What's the matter?" Uncle shouted from outside. Trembling, I opened the bathroom door. I handed him the test, my hands shaking. As he saw the two lines, his eyes widened, and he looked at me with fury.

I was taken aback when he slapped me forcefully, causing my face to turn.

"You have no shame, you wretched child! You're promiscuous! While my brother supports you in your studies, you engage in promiscuity! It's a disgrace that my brother is suffering just so you can pursue an education! You're a shameless brat!" He nearly tore out my hair as he dragged me out of the bathroom.

"Uncle... please, it hurts! It hurts... I beg you," I pleaded, but he only tightened his grip on my hair.

Finally, he let go, and I slumped to the floor. Fortunately, I managed to keep my hands steady, preventing my head from hitting the floor too hard.

"Get out of here! Find the man who impregnated you! Go find the man responsible for this so you can survive! Let's see if he can even provide you with a decent meal!" Uncle shouted for all the neighbors to hear.

All the neighbors came out of their houses and witnessed the horrifying scene.

"Uncle, I have nowhere else to go. Please show me mercy. Don't cast me away. I'm begging you. I'll kneel if I have to."

"Get out of my house! You're unlucky! Go away!" he shouted.

I never imagined my own family could do this to me. Aren't they supposed to support and help me? Why do they continue to drag me down until I collapse and die?

I won't force myself on them any longer. With a heavy heart, I turned away from them. Tears streamed down my cheeks.

What am I going to do now? Where should I go?

As I took a few steps, someone called out to me. I turned around to see Brother Aaron's girlfriend running towards me.

"Rachel, here's some money for food. I'm sorry it's not much. And here's a cellphone. Use it when you need to," she said. I managed to smile, despite everything.

She was genuinely concerned about me. She was still good.

"Thank you so much, sister," I said, immediately embracing her. She patted my back gently.

"Go somewhere safe. Oh, and be careful. Maybe your brother Aaron will see me with you. He'll be angry with me if he sees me chasing you," she advised.

We released the hug, and I wiped away my tears. "Thank you so much, sister. I'm grateful that you remembered me. Thank you for the cellphone and the money," I said, tears still falling.

She smiled at me. "Take care, Rachel. I hope your pregnancy goes well, and I hope things work out between you and the baby's father. Take care." With a wave, she turned and walked away, leaving me behind. I continued to shed tears as I watched her disappear into the distance.

I thought about loading some credit to call Daisy. She answered my call promptly, but there was a lot of background noise.

"Oh, Rachel, you called?" Daisy said, her voice barely audible.

"Daisy, do you remember who was at your brother's bachelor party?"

"No, why?"

"B-because I'm pregnant..." I said, and the line fell silent.

"Wait, what are you talking about, Rachel. I'm here for Brother's wedding. I'm sorry! Hanging up! I can't hear you," she said, and then she hung up.

I took a deep breath. Even Daisy seemed to be avoiding me.

I found myself at a cafe, feeling hesitant to order food as I might not have enough money. Brother Aaron's girlfriend had given me a thousand. I couldn't spend it recklessly because I had something more important to use it for.

I sat there, watching people eating in the cafeteria. My stomach grumbled, and I started crying again because of my current situation. I never thought I would reach such a low point.

"Baby, no matter what happens, I will fight for you," I whispered, rubbing my stomach. At that moment, my stomach rumbled again. I was really hungry.

My eyes shifted to a small TV screen hanging on the cafeteria wall.

"Congratulations, Mr. Morgan. You've opened another new business this year," the reporter on TV announced.

My gaze fixated on the man's face. It looked familiar, but I couldn't remember where I had seen him before. Then, suddenly, it hit me. He was the man I had a one-night stand with during the bachelor party. I couldn't be mistaken because I had stared at him before finally leaving.

An overwhelming mix of nervousness and excitement surged within me. "Baby, I've seen your father," I whispered to my still-small stomach.

"Mrs. Morgan, now that you're older, what do you want or expect from your one and only son, Christopher, this year?" the reporter asked the elderly woman.

She smiled, her beauty still evident even in old age. "I want a grandchild. I hope it will be easier for me to have one with Christopher and his girlfriend, Kristy. I'm praying for that blessing," replied Mrs. Morgan. The beauty of this young woman was evident here.

Christopher smiled, and so did Kristy. He affectionately placed his hand on his girlfriend's waist, clearly showing their love for each other.

"Soon, I'll fulfill your wish, Mom," Christopher responded to his mother. He smiled, revealing his even white teeth. "Right, hon?" Christopher joked with his fiancée, Kristy, pulling her even closer and planting a kiss on her cheek. Kristy simply smiled and reciprocated with a kiss on the lips.

"Is it true that a grand engagement party is coming up?" the reporter's questions now focused on Christopher.

Christopher smiled, radiating happiness and love for his girlfriend. "Yes, I won't wait any longer. I'm going to marry the woman I love so deeply," Christopher declared, pulling Kristy closer and kissing her on the forehead once again.

The reporters were taken aback by Christopher's answer. "So, when is the engagement?" the reporter curiously asked.

"Next week," Christopher briefly replied.

Rachel's POV

"Auntie, who is that man? Where does he live?" I asked the owner of the canteen where I was sitting, one question after another. I wanted to know because he is the father of my child.

My eyes were fixed on the screen. He was handsome. I had no idea he was the only child of a wealthy family.

"Hey, young girl! Haven't you heard? His name is Christopher Morgan... he lives in Downtown New York. He's famous, you know? A very handsome man. His fiancée is incredibly lucky. They're both good-looking and fortunate to have each other. They're both wealthy. Hey! Their lives are like a fairytale. Kristy is a commercial model. She's my idol!" Auntie spoke at length, the owner of the cafeteria where I was.

"Thank you very much, Auntie. Maybe I can visit him in Downtown," I said, smiling at the owner of the canteen.

Her eyebrows raised. "And why? Why would you go there, girl?" she asked me.

I hesitated for a moment.

Should I tell her that Christopher Morgan got me pregnant? In the end, I decided to be honest. I took a deep breath and answered her question. "I'm pregnant, and that man is the father," I replied, my happiness evident. But her eyes widened.

"Oh my God, you're so young! You must be daydreaming. How could a businessman like him get you pregnant? My God, you're out of your mind. Have you eaten anything yet?" she said in disbelief, not believing what I had just revealed. But it's true! He is the father of the child I'm carrying. Now that I know him, I'm going to NYC to let him know.

I will seek his support for our future child. I have no other choice. I need him so that my future son and I can have a life together.

"Auntie, can I have the address of the man on TV?"

She shook her head, reached for a piece of paper and a pen, and wrote something down. "You kid, you're crazy. You should be eating on time. My God." She was still shaking her head as she handed me the paper. "There's the address. I'm leaving for now. Good luck," she said to me and went to attend to a newly arrived customer.

"Thank you, Auntie." I expressed my gratitude. I smiled because I finally knew who got me pregnant and who the father of my child was. But suddenly, I felt a pang of sadness realizing that he was getting married.

What will I do? It's up to me. The important thing is that I can tell him about this. The important thing is that he knows he will have a child with me.

***

I woke up to a white ceiling above me. Slowly, I moved my hands. I looked around, and if I wasn't mistaken, I was in the hospital right now. I remembered being at a party earlier, and suddenly my vision went dark after I announced to everyone that I was pregnant and Mr. Morgan was the father.

As I pondered, the door to the room I was in suddenly opened. Standing before me was a petite elderly woman, whose beauty had not faded with age. I recognized her instantly from her television appearances-she was Christopher's mother.

I stared at her, and she approached me, taking a deep breath. "How are you feeling? You fainted from hunger. Fortunately, the child in your womb is unharmed," she said to me.

I swallowed hard, recalling that I had barely eaten anything for a day because I had spent all my money trying to find their house. Despite my intense hunger, I endured it for the sake of my baby. I had made a promise to my unborn child that I would find its father, no matter what.

Overwhelmed by guilt, I lowered my head. Would she be furious with me for what I had done? For causing a scene at the party? For disrupting their son's engagement celebration? That was never my intention. But suddenly, the words escaped my mouth, and I blurted out to everyone that I was pregnant and that Mr. Christopher was the father.

"Are you certain that my son is the father of your baby?" the lady inquired.

I simply nodded. I was absolutely certain that Christopher was the father of the child I carried. Before I left the hotel that night, I entrusted my precious secret to him. I had gazed into his face, and I couldn't be mistaken. His handsome features remained etched in my mind.

My only mistake was revealing my pregnancy in front of his fiancée.

Amidst my silence, the door suddenly slammed shut. I turned to look, and even the lady glanced towards it.

"Where is that woman?" I widened my eyes in response to what I saw. His eyes blazed with anger, his fists clenched, yet he remained undeniably handsome. He was the father of my unborn child.

"Christopher?" his mother promptly intervened, preventing him from approaching me.

Fear gripped me, terrified that he might strike me for what I had done to ruin his engagement party.

He attempted to break free from his mother's grasp and approach me. "Let me go, Mom! I want to teach that woman a lesson! She ruined my party, and even Kristy is furious with me and doesn't want to see me anymore! I can't let her get away with this!" he shouted furiously, struggling against his mother's embrace.

Another man, unknown to me, entered the room.

"Honey, help me calm our son. He might lash out at the girl," Mrs. Morgan pleaded. The middle-aged man, who seemed wise with age, swiftly came forward and joined in restraining Christopher.

"Christopher, she's pregnant. Consider what you're doing," I could sense the lady's unease as she spoke. Trembling with fear, I shrank back under his intense gaze.

"Just make sure it's my child you're carrying, because if it's not...you'll have to deal with me! And even if that child is mine, I still can't accept this!" his voice reverberated, his eyes ablaze as he stared at me.

I bowed my head, tears streaming down my cheeks. I looked up briefly and caught a glimpse of him exiting the room before me.