Duke came home late, his tie loosened, his sleeves rolled up. His sharp blue gaze locked onto mine as he entered our dimly lit bedroom.
Something about him felt different that night.
More intense. More dangerous.
I should have left.
I should have walked away.
But I didn’t.
His fingers brushed against my skin, sending a shiver down my spine. His hands found my waist, pulling me against him, his breath warm against my ear.
"You’re my wife now," he murmured. "Start acting like it."
I let him kiss me.
And for the first time, I kissed him back.
The next morning, my body ached in ways I never thought possible.
But something else had changed.
The nausea came first.
Then the dizziness.
At first, I thought it was just stress.
But when the symptoms didn’t go away, I knew.
I drove myself to the doctor, sitting in a cold, sterile room as they ran the tests.
And when the doctor finally spoke, my world crumbled.
"Congratulations, Mrs. Trayson. You’re pregnant."
I stared at her, my mind blank.
Pregnant.
With Duke’s child.
This wasn’t supposed to happen.
I stumbled out of the clinic, my breath coming in short gasps. My hands trembled as I grabbed my phone and called my father.