The rest of the day went smoothly. Bradley took her shopping and acted very romantic towards her the entire time, making sure to hold her hand. He even took her nursery shopping, of course there was a small group of paparazzi waiting for them, per her husband's request, she was sure. He had an unnatural obsession with the media attention they received. She hated it. Their life was carefully orchestrated by him. She was his pawn and soon her baby would be apart of this. She didn’t know if she could go through with it. She thought about who would be able to help her. She could try Pete once more, but she didn't know if she could trust him any longer. He seemed like a different man. He seemed uncaring and loyal only to her husband.  Her mind went to her only friend, her hair/makeup stylist, Danita Jones. Surely she could make up something so she

She was happy to be going home to her solitude. Pete hadn’t said anything else to her and she was grateful for it. The things he had said had not helped in her resolution to forget everything about Nick. She was also angry because Pete could have assisted them in their escape or bought them time at least, something more than bring her luggage with a tracking device inside of it. She wondered if he had ever had come to think of her as a sister or was it all some sort of tactic so he could do a more efficient job of watching her. She couldn't be certain without asking him and right now was not the time. She had her husband who was stuck to her side ever since she arrived back. It was almost to the point of smothering. She just wanted to sleep in her room and stand in her own closet. He had been keeping her so busy and so close to him that she could never seem to get away to enjoy her side of the house

Pete was standing outside of them. She had startled him.He stood up.“Mrs. King? Are you alright? Do I need to get Mr. King…. What happened in there?” Pete noticed the red handprint on her face and the corner of her mouth swelling. “Did he hit you?” He asked already knowing the answer. He took a step towards her.She looked away and took a few steps back. Then she spoke.“I wanted to go for a drive. I need to go shopping for some things. You can call my husband. I’m sure he will approve me leaving the house.”“Yes ma’am.” He used his cell phone then. “Ah, Yes Sir, Mrs. King says you’re authorizing her shopping unchaperoned today.”

She opened the door.“Hello Danita. I was just in the neighborhood,and wanted to stop by and thank you for doing such a wonderful job on my wife hair at my company fundraiser.” He reached into his breast pocket and pulled out a small wad of cash and extended itt her.She took it, admired it, and fanned it out. This was too much money even if she had done a spectacular job. She had already been compensated handsomely. It felt wrong, like Bradley was trying to buy her off. She restacked the money neatly, folded it in half once more and handed it back to him.“Thank you, Mr. King but I’ve already been compensated for my services by Mrs. King.”His eyes seemed to be searching behind her. It was as if he was looking through her. She knew then tha

Bradley put his arm around her waist as they walked through the crowd towards the bar.“A party?” She asked, smiling.“Yes,” He agreed looking down at her and smiling. “I thought with all the stress of the last few days a nice party would get both of us out of a funk.” He kissed her on the lips then.To everyone they looked so in love. “Let’s mingle darling. Also, we are telling no one about the baby at this time. ” He whispered that to her as best he could.“What? ...why?” She asked.“Because of the timeline.” He looked as if he wanted to throttle her. The expression vanished quickly. They made it to the bar.