Chapter 75: Two lines
Chapter 75
Some days later. New city.
Amanda had been feeling her body was off for days or weeks but always shrugged it off. She rarely ate, restlessness—even nausea—came in waves and left her weak. Yet she thought it was just stress.
The stress and panic that Marcus had found her in the new city. How could he get to her so quickly?
He had texted, "My favourite cum bucket, how are you enjoying your vacation? You can’t run away from me. My eyes are always on you. Enjoy it while it lasts!"
Amanda’s hand had trembled when she read the text. She even whipped her head around, fearing Marcus would just appear behind her.
And fear had nested so deep in her bones that she couldn’t tell when he would appear after that taunting message. Maybe her lack of appetite and sleep were from anxiety and guilt.
Amanda told herself it would pass, that Marcus would get tired of her soon if she just kept busy, kept pretending everything was fine—being Aaron’s perfect wife, always composed, poised, and elegant—then it would go away. She told herself to eat. To smile. To sleep. But her body wasn’t listening.
Then it dawned on her that she had missed her period. She couldn’t believe it at first, then asked one of the hotel staff to get her a pregnancy test. So there she was.
Amanda had sat on the edge of the bathtub, shaky knees pressed together, the unopened pregnancy test box resting on her thighs, and she gulped, her hand trembling as she reached for it.
She didn’t want to believe what her instincts were screaming. No, it couldn’t be possible. She shook her head profusely not to jinx it. It was stress and exhaustion fucking with her.