DATED HIS EX-BESTFRIEND: REVENGE ON MY EX-HUSBAND

CHAPTER FIVE

Emily's POV

My jaw was suddenly left hanging open as reality dawned on me, and I covered my mouth to block the soft gasp that erupted.

I'm pregnant? How? I knew that was the dumbest rhetorical question to ask, but was it not just once? That bastard Ramon had laid his disgusting hands on me, forced himself on me two weeks ago, and I had unknowingly carried on. Was that enough to plant a child in me?

"Sheer foolishness, how could you not take birth control pills?" Emma, my wolf howled restlessly in me.

I bit my lower lip and stared down at my stomach, more in confusion than in hurt and anger. I cannot keep the pregnancy; I definitely cannot birth Ramon's child. He's evil. I bet he'll place me in a basement till the nine months have elapsed and then proceed to rip the baby out like he threatened two weeks ago.

A shiver of revulsion went down my spine as I stared at my breasts. I slowly lifted my T-shirt, and the mounds voluptuously danced out. I could feel movements even when my baby should still be a harmless clot of blood nursed in my womb. My fingers traced my n*****s, soft, tingling... I was definitely pregnant.

"Oh God!" I staggered backwards, gripping the furniture behind me for support as my eyes welled up with tears.

I shook my head and clamped my lips down with my teeth to prevent the soft sobs that racked through me from leaving the walls of the restroom.

After some thirty minutes of self-pity and reflection, I stood up. My fate has been decided. The moon goddess probably has something else in store for me, but before that can unfold, I will steer my destiny in the path it should go. I will not watch the vile husband forced on me by my heartless parents rip my child out. I won't let him have the satisfaction of staining his hands with my blood.

As much as I feel depressed, I still have a zeal to live. For my child. I will adore him or her and raise him or her to be nothing like his or her father or grandparent. But for that to happen, a decision has to be made. A move has to be initiated, and I was more ready than ever.

***

Three days passed in a blur, with the parcel coming in the right sequence. 9am, every day. I always made sure to read them once Sandra exited the office. On the third day, she placed the parcel on my table and sighed as though exhausted.

"It never stops coming, does it?"

I gave off a tight smile as my hands reached for the parcel. "No, it doesn't."

"As much as I'm curious, I will leave you to unravel the mystery behind the parcel again."

I nodded, urging her to leave. She glanced at the parcel, perhaps in hopes that I would invite her to open it with me, and hesitantly exited the office.

"Uh, I can see you, Sandra." I cleared my throat and raised a brow as her face came into view again.

"Sorry," she muttered from where she was peeking before shutting the door for good this time.

I should giggle, but I did not. Nothing is funny, not even her cute little act. A storm is going on within me, and if I don't act fast, it will consume my very essence.

I patiently unwrapped the little parcels till I got to the final note. I was astonished by the fact that I did not throw the whole parcel into the trashcan in impatience. Perhaps, the fact that I'm going to be a mother is already taking a toll on me. Children are a handful, and if I'm impatient with them, they might grow to hate me. Just like I hated my parents.

I clicked my teeth in irritation as thoughts of my parents crossed my mind. They would bask in my misery if they saw me like this. I did not even know which was better. My parent's bitter mansion or Ramon's cold basement.

"For the umpteenth time, Emily, Join hands with me and watch the people who hurt you suffer. I'll help you escape; in exchange, we can take over their empire, leaving them with nothing."

Leaving no room for second thoughts, I snatched a paper from the bunch of files sitting on a side of my table and started scribbling words in return. Words that could change my life.

I wrapped it just like he did, making sure to embed the piece I had written in a host of other papers, before sending the parcel back through Sandra.

I still did not know the sender, as the initials remained A.A., but I did not give two hoots. I won't even bat an eye if a rogue or possessed wolf suddenly appears and whisks me out of this hellhole.

That evening, as I got back to Ramon's house of horror, I was made to crawl on my knees to Ramon's serpentine sister, simply because I walked in without paying obeisance to her.

"I only pay obeisance to the moon goddess," I had rigidly churned out, but a sharp kick at the back of my knees sent me kneeling to the ground.

"Now, crawl to me, or I might be forced to take you to the torture room and show you what I'm made of!" Her upper lip curled in a hateful snarl as she ordered.

My thoughts immediately flew to the little one growing in me. I can't afford to be punished and have them hurt her in the process. Rage simmered in me as I watched her walk a few feet away from me before beckoning me to come with a finger.

No one tended to the wounds I sustained after the little show of obeisance, and I was forced to sneak into the bar for dry gin at midnight. The pain was unbearable, but I dabbed at the wounds with the gin and kept my teeth clenched to prevent attention from anyone before crashing to the floor.

"It's only a matter of time, Emily." Emma consoled me, and I nodded pathetically.

The next morning, I painstakingly wrapped bandages around my knees before dressing in well-ironed trousers and a matching blouse for work.

On the outside, no one will imagine that I was going through hell because of how well put together I looked.

I was driven to work by the chauffeur assigned to me by Ramon—more like a monitoring device because he reports my every move to his master—then I walked into the office.

The glazing presence of an unfamiliar person made me halt halfway, and when he turned to look at me, I blinked... nervously.

"He insisted on waiting for you here," Sandra cooed from a side.