She nodded rapidly and jabbed a finger in my direction. "Yes, yes! We did it together. Same guy as her. I'm pregnant too!"
Evelyn nearly fainted from anger.
If we risked carrying someone else's child, then our fertility didn't matter—we were considered useless.
Right then, she pointed at both of us, her finger shaking.
"You two little sluts will pack your things and get out tomorrow morning!"
Still fuming, she turned worriedly back to Samuel.
"Sam, how about letting the others—"
Before she could finish, Samuel cut her off sharply.
"No."
Rhian and I exchanged a bewildered glance.
Oh, we understood now.
He thought using any of the others would be disrespectful to his beloved.
'Tsk. Truly devoted.'
That night, Samuel soaked in an ice bath until he finally recovered.
Meanwhile, Rhian and I went back to our rooms, happily counting the savings we had stashed away over the years and daydreaming about our new futures.
We slept soundly and peacefully.
...
The next morning, we came downstairs early with our suitcases.
What greeted us, however, was Samuel standing in front of the door.
He took two blood test reports from his assistant and tossed them at our feet, his expression dark and icy.