Six weeks pregnant.Shellshocked, I was riveted to the spot by the three words that appeared on my ultrasound report. It only hap

Six weeks pregnant. Shellshocked, I was riveted to the spot by the three words that appeared on my ultrasound report. It only happened once! How did I get pregnant? What should I do now? Should I tell Ashton about this? Will he refuse to divorce me because of this? Nah, I doubt it! He'll probably think that I'm shamelessly using this child to blackmail him. Suppressing the frustration that was rooted in my heart, I stuffed the ultrasound report into my bag as I made my way out of the hospital. There was a Maybach waiting outside the hospital with one of its windows rolled down by a fraction. An attractive man with a frosty expression could be vaguely seen sitting at the driver's seat. A handsome man in a luxury car would undoubtedly garner the attention of many passersby. Ashton Fuller was the epitome of wealth and good looks. I had long grown used to the curious gazes of the passersby after so many years. Ignoring them, I slid into the front passenger seat. When the man who was resting with his eyes closed felt a slight movement, an indistinct frown settled between his brows. Without opening his eyes, he asked in a deep voice, "Has everything been settled?" "Yes!" I nodded as I passed the contract signed with the hospital to him, uttering, "Dr. Ludwick told me to send his greetings to you." I had intended to sign the contract alone at the hospital today, but I ran into Ashton on my way here. For a reason unknown to me, he offered to drive me here, saying that it was on his way. "You'll be in charge of the case." Ashton had always been a man of few words. He didn't take the contract; instead, he gave me these instructions in a perfunctory manner before he started the car engine. I nodded and kept silent. Obeying him and carrying out his orders seemed to be the only two things that I knew how to do. The car drove toward the city center. It was already evening now, so I was confused as to where he was headed if not back to the villa. Although felt puzzled, I never took the initiative to ask him anything. I simply remained silent. The ultrasound report was at the forefront of my mind, but I didn't know how to broach the topic with him. Caught in a dilemma, I peeked at him from the corner of my eye. As usual, he exuded a cold and distant aura, his sharp and ruthless gaze focused straight ahead. "Ashton!" I blurted out. My palms grew a little clammy as I clutched my bag; it was probably due to my fraying nerves. "Speak." This single syllable was barked out without a trace of emotion. He had always treated me like this anyway. After a good few seconds, the tension gradually left my body as I calmed my nerves. Taking a deep breath, I announced, "I'm..." Pregnant. I had merely two words to confess, but I swallowed the second word that was on the tip of my tongue the moment his phone abruptly rang. "Rebecca, what's wrong?" Some people only reserve their gentle and loving side for one person. Ashton's gentle side was only reserved for Rebecca Larson; it was plain to see from the way he conversed with her. Rebecca's words over the phone caused Ashton to abruptly hit the brake as he spoke to her in a soothing tone, "Alright. I'll be over in a while. Don't go anywhere, okay?" As soon as the call ended, his icy expression slipped back into its place. Glancing at me, he ordered in a clipped tone, "Get out." His order left no room for discussion. This was not the first time that he had kicked me out of his car. Seeing as such, I nodded and shoved the words had planned to say down my throat before opening the car door and getting down. My marriage with Ashton came about due to a twist of fate, but love was never in the equation. Ashton already had Rebecca in his heart, so my existence was redundant. Perhaps, it could even be considered an obstacle. Two years ago, George Fuller, Ashton's grandfather, suffered from a heart attack. While he was hospitalized, he forced Ashton to marry me. For his grandfather's sake, Ashton reluctantly did so. During the two years that his grandfather was still around, Ashton disregarded my existence but otherwise did nothing else. Now that his grandfather had passed on, he couldn't wait to get a lawyer to draft the divorce papers for me to sign. The sky was already dark when I returned to the villa. The enormous house was empty, resembling a haunted house. Perhaps it was because of my pregnancy that I didn't have an appetite. Hence, I went straight to my bedroom to wash up and call it a night. In my drowsy state, I heard the faint sound of a car engine being switched off; it was coming from the courtyard. Is Ashton back? Isn't he supposed to be with Rebecca? The bedroom door was abruptly pushed open before I could ponder any further. Slightly drenched, Ashton headed straight for the bathroom without sparing me a second glance. Following that was the sound of running water. His return made it rather impossible for me to continue sleeping, so l got up and put on some clothes. I took out a set of his pajamas from the wardrobe and placed it by the bathroom door before going straight to the balcony. As it was the monsoon season, it started to drizzle outside. The sky was dark and the sound of the rain pelting on the bricks could be heard vaguely. Sensing the sound of movement behind me, I turned and saw that Ashton had emerged from the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. His hair was damp and the droplets of water dripping down his muscular body created an enticing sight. He probably noticed my gaze, so he glanced at me with a slight frown. "Come here," he commanded in a voice void of emotion. I obediently walked over and caught the towel that he had thrown toward me. He then demanded, "Dry my hair." I had long gotten accustomed to his domineering ways. Just as he sat on the edge of the bed, I climbed onto it and kneeled behind him to wipe his hair. "Grandpa's funeral is tomorrow. We should head over to the family home earlier," I reminded him. I wasn't trying to make conversation with him. Rather, I was worried that he would possibly forget about it as his mind was rather occupied with Rebecca. "Mm," he grunted out a response and said nothing further. Knowing very well that he didn't want to interact with me, I kept mum and focused on drying his hair. After that, lay on the bed once again, ready to sleep. I realized that had been feeling rather sleepy lately, and attributed my behavior to my pregnancy. Ashton would usually head to his study after he showered and would stay there until midnight. Given that was the norm, I was befuddled when he got under the sheets after he put on his pajamas. With reasonable effort, I managed to withhold my questions even though I was utterly confounded. In spite of that, his arms suddenly wrapped around my waist as he pulled me in toward him. Then, a feather-light kiss brushed across my lips. I raised my eyes to gaze at him in perplexity. "Ashton, I'm..." "Unwilling?" he questioned. His obsidian eyes flashed, a hint of wild desire swirling within them. I lowered my gaze. Indeed, I was unwilling, but it wasn't for me to decide. "Can you be gentler?" The fetus was only six weeks old and the risk of a miscarriage was high. His brows furrowed, and without a word he rolled over and started ravaging me roughly. My body curled from the pain and I could only do so much to protect the child from harm's way. The rain started to pour heavily in tandem with his rough movements. Lightning flashed across the sky and thunder boomed right after that, causing the room to be illuminated every time that happened. After a long while, he got up and went into the bathroom. Drenched in a cold sweat from the pain, I had the urge to get up to take some painkillers. Nevertheless, I dismissed the idea as soon as I thought of the child. All of a sudden, the phone on the bedside table rang. It was Ashton's phone. I glanced at the clock on the wall and saw that it was already eleven o'clock. Rebecca was the only one who would call him at such an hour. The sound of running water in the bathroom stopped. Ashton stepped out once again, wrapped in his towel. Wiping his hands dry, he hurriedly answered the call. Unable to hear the words that were being uttered on the other end of the line, I could only observe Ashton's brows furrowing slightly as he exclaimed, "Rebecca, stop fooling around!" With that, he ended the call, got changed, and prepared to leave. In the past, I would have turned a blind eye to it, but this time I abruptly grabbed Ashton's arm and pleaded softly, "Can you stay tonight?" He frowned as a hint of displeasure made its way to his handsome face. "Did I pleasure you so much that you're starting to act out?" His words oozed with sarcasm. I was taken aback for a moment before began to think that his words were absurd. Tilting my head to gaze at him, I explained, "It's Grandpa's funeral tomorrow. Although you can't bear to let her go, shouldn't you practice a little restraint?" "Are you threatening me?" He narrowed his eyes at me. He gripped my chin in a trice and spat out in a low and dangerous voice, "You seem to have grown a spine, Scarlett Stovall."