Chris’s POVMeghan’s laughter echoed through the phone, sending a chill down my spine. “Oh, Chris, sweetie, you really should have listened to me,” She taunted. “But since you seem a bit slow on the update, let me spell it out for you. I have decided to take matters into my own hands.”My heart pounded in my chest as I watched the news anchor report on the scandal, detailing our tumultuous relationship and the impending fatherhood of my child. This felt like a nightmare. This was going to affect not only my marriage and my life, but it was also going to take a huge toll on my career and reputation. This was pure sh*t!“Did you really think that could walk away from this, Chris? Did you really think you could make me move without me making one in response? I warned you, and you now, you’re going to dance with the consequences.” Her voice dripped with malice. “And your boyfriend? He would know about the child, he would leave you,” I said, still trying to make sense of the situation.
Chris’s POVIt was the next day and I had just come from a run to try to clear my head. My heart was pounding in my chest as I walked into the compound, my sports clothes were drenched in sweat and I was tired. “Good day to you, Mr. Kingston,” The gardener greeted me, and I nodded his way, flashing him a small smile. But I felt weird, I felt like he knew. I felt like he knew about the Meghan thing on the news or via the internet. Whether he had heard it from his family or friends, the fact remained that I felt like he knew. And now, maybe he was judging me. Meghan had ruined my reputation and painted me as one of the biggest mistakes I had made in my life. I picked up my pace, wanting to get into the villa as quickly as possible, but without raising eyebrows. When I finally walked into the huge house, I let out a breath that I had not realized that I had been holding. Thirsty, I headed to the kitchen to grab a glass of water. When I reached there, I opened the cabinet to grab a gl
Chris’s POV“Jack, what’s the update?” I asked, my voice edged with anticipation. “Yeah, um, Chris, I’ve got something big,” Jack’s voice crackled through the speaker. “I have managed to track down your father’s location. Right now, he’s at an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of a town out of the city.” A surge of adrenaline coursed through me at Jack’s words. Finally, we had a lead. “That’s great news, Jack. But in your professional opinion, do you think that’s where he might be holding my wife hostage?” A small pause lingered and the guy responded, “Man, I don’t know. But from the work I have done, that’s where he goes about every day. Why would he be going to an abandoned warehouse?” I nodded as if he could see me. “You’re right. Thanks for the update, I will head there right away.” “Sure, but you know how your old man can be, be careful, Chris,” Jack warned, hs tone grave. “This place is also heavily guarded. You will need backup.” I glanced at Fallon, who nodded in agre
Linda’s POVFor the past day or two, Kirby had been treating me way better than she ever did in the beginning. And I knew why, of course, I knew. It was because of the baby that was inside of me. She kept bringing me good food and juices. At some point, she even brought some vitamins. I think she believed in some way, deep down, that this was her way of taking care of the baby that she had lost. I felt for her, I did. Imagine losing the love of your life and then losing the baby that you were supposed to have for him. So in a way, it did make sense why she was so hardhearted and cold. I was full, I had just eaten and there was some pain between my legs but it was much better than when the morphine had finally worn off. I was sitting on the mattress, lying my back against the wall. Then the door suddenly opened, Kirby rushed in and closed it. I knew that Mr. and Mrs. Kingston were out there, it was already explained to me that I was about to be transferred somewhere else; I think i
Linda’s POVKirby was strong because if it was me, I would have folded long since. She held Mr. Kingston's gaze with unwavering determination, her stance firm and unyielding. Despite the tension crackling in the air, she remained composed, her eyes flashing with defiance. The man’s suspicion seemed to deepen as he studied her, his gaze flickering between Kirby and me. It was clear that he wasn’t convinced by her explanation, but for the moment, he seemed willing to set aside his doubts in favor of survival. “Fine,” He said, at last, his voice low and grudging. “But keep a close eye on her. We can’t afford any more surprises.” Kirby nodded, her expression neutral as she turned her attention back to the task at hand. “Understood,” She replied briskly, her tone leaving no room for argument. With a heavy sigh, Mr. Kingston leaned against the wall, his shoulders tense with anticipation. Mrs. Kingston hovered nearby, her expression a mixture of fear and determination. I noticed that sh
Linda’s POVThe gunshot was loud, it echoed through the shed, the sound reverberating off the walls as if time itself had frozen in that moment. I crumpled to the ground, my heart pounding in my chest as terror seized every fiber of my being. But as the seconds stretched on, I realized with a sense of bewildered relief that the bullet had not found its mark. I was still alive, still breathing, though the fear lingered like a heavy weight upon my chest. Through blurry eyes, I saw Chris burst through the door, his expression a mix of panic and determination. He rushed to my side, pulling me into his arms with a tenderness that brought tears to my eyes. “Police! Drop the weapon!!” One of the policemen shouted at Mr. Kingston, his voice strong and commanding as his colleagues flooded the small shed. “Linda, are you okay?” His voice was a desperate plea, his hands gentle as they cradled my trembling form. I nodded weakly, my voice catching in my throat as I struggled to find the words
Linda’s POVChris’s relief was palpable as he reached out to gently graph my hand. His touch brought a sense of warmth and reassurance, grounding me in the reality of our shared ordeal. “You gave us quite a scare,” He continued, his voice soft with emotion. “But you’re here now, and that’s all that matters.” He smiled, and I hated that I could not smile back. I mustered a weak nod, my throat was still dry and scratchy as I struggled to find my voice. “What…what happened?” I managed to croak out, my words barely audible above the soft hum of the medical equipment surrounding us. He sighed, his expression somber as he recounted the events that had led us to this moment. He spoke of the frantic rush to the hospital, the chaos of the emergency room, and the tense hours spent waiting for news of my condition. I wanted to know something though, I wanted to know about the baby. Was my baby okay? Was my baby alive? “Can I speak with the doctor?” I tried to sit up but pain shot through my
Linda’s POVWhen the doctor left, the thought of a bullet inside of me still scared me, it was something that made me feel weird. She had told me that I could do other things but I should not do aggressive movements or very abrupt ones, especially because the bullet was not very far from where the baby was. I was left in the room with Chris, he had a look on his face as if he was thinking deeply. I watched him stare at the TV that was not even on. His eyes had swirls of worry and anxiety. “Chris?” I called him out of his trance and he turned to me, flashing me a smile that looked forced. “Are you okay?” He nodded passionately. “Mm-hmm, I am. Why would I not be?” He chuckled nervously. “Okay,” I dragged the word a bit. “So, you said that you had something to talk about, right?”He forced another smile, his face getting pale. “Yeah, yeah, sure.” He reached for my hand and held it gently. “But let’s talk about the fact that you’re literally pregnant.” He smiled, revealing his teeth.