“I’m not pregnant,” I said flatly. “If you’re that obsessed, buy a test. I’m going to sleep. Both of you, leave.”
I heard them go. I sank into the bed like I weighed a thousand pounds.
I was exhausted.
And for the first time in days, my dreams were empty.
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Morning light filtered through the curtains when I woke. My stomach growled, so I headed toward the kitchen.
As I passed the guest room, I stopped cold.
Muted moans. A man’s murmur. A woman laughing breathlessly.
In broad daylight.
My hunger vanished. I turned back to my room, poured a glass of cold water, and forced it down, trying to keep the sickness from rising again.
I didn’t care what they were doing. I just needed Julian gone so I could leave this house unseen.
The bedroom door opened suddenly.
I stiffened. “Who is it?”
Seraphine’s voice floated in, sickly sweet. “It’s just me.”
My fingers tightened around the glass. “What do you want?”
She walked in as if she owned the place. “Julian changed already. He’s heading to the hospital to bring the baby home. I thought I’d check on you.”
Her tone said the opposite. She wasn’t here to help. She was here to enjoy this.
“I don’t need anything,” I said, turning away. “You can go.”