Got Pregnant With My Ex-Boss's Baby

Joey's POV: "Today, I am the happiest girl in the world!" Dressed in a custom-made red mermaid dress, I twirled in front of the mirror, phone under my arm, and talked to my best friend, Pamela Winston. "Are you really going to propose to Frederic?" Pamela's voice came, tinged with concern from the other end. "Didn't you say that he's been a bit too close to Scarlett lately?" Frederic Adamson was my boss and my lover. Today marked our third anniversary. Scarlett was Frederic's first love. They'd been betrothed since childhood. She only recently returned to the US. Once she came back, she immediately sought out Frederic, claiming her longing for him abroad had spiraled into depression. Lately, she'd been calling at night, threatening suicide, and Frederic always had to soothe her. "I trust Frederic." Pamela was about to say more, but I cut her off. "Dear, you know I've loved him for seven years, but he has a fear of marriage. I have to be the one to take this step." "Okay, Joey, I just want you to be happy! Remember, I'm always here for you." After hanging up, I checked myself in the mirror once more. Bright features, flawless makeup, wavy hair cascaded down my waist, and the form-fitting gown made me look great... I took a deep breath and gave myself an encouraging smile. "This is going to be a perfect evening!" Soon, I heard familiar footsteps at the door. Opening the door, I saw my handsome lover; his face filled with surprise. He handed me a gift, kissed me, and whispered in my ear. "Happy third anniversary, Joey." His hands caressed my waist and quickly stirred a warmth inside me. I was completely enraptured. ... After an intense intimacy, we lay on the bed, fingers tracing the contours of each other's faces. At that moment, I felt I was enveloped in love. Reaching under the bed, I took out the engagement rings I had stashed and clutched them behind my back. I gathered the courage to speak, "Hey, there's something I need to tell you..." But then a shrill ringtone interrupted me. Frederic's expression darkened as he glanced at the caller ID. It was Scarlett. Anger flared within me as I saw her name. I was very sure this was no coincidence! Frederic picked up the phone, and after a brief conversation, he turned to me. "Scarlett is threatening to hurt herself again. I need to see her." I clung to his arm; my voice filled with desperation. "Today means so much to us, and I have something crucial to say. Can you stay?" Frederic was neatly dressed, and his tone was fraught with urgency. "Joey, this isn't the time. Scarlett could be in real danger!" He pulled away from my grasp, and before I could respond, the door slammed shut behind him. A sting of betrayal pierced my heart. As I held the rings, tears began to blur my vision. It had been three years, and I believed Frederic loved me. But Scarlett's phone call completely shattered my illusion. He disregarded our third anniversary for his insincere first love. Between me and Scarlett, it was clear he cared more about her! I tossed the rings into the trash can and personally took down all the decorations on the terrace. Then, I drove off alone. However, before I had gone far, I felt a sharp, piercing pain in my lower abdomen. Immediately, a warm stream flowed down her thighs. I pulled over and called Frederic. However, it was very noisy on the other end. Frederic said he'd call me back later and hung up. I bit my lip hard, fingers clutching the phone tightly, and cursed with all my strength, "Frederic, you bastard!" I was overcome with intense pain, causing me to break out in a cold sweat. Unable to muster the strength to make an emergency call due to my weak and powerless fingers, I ultimately lost consciousness as everything went black before my eyes. When I regained consciousness, I found myself lying in a hospital bed, with my best friend Pamela Winston seated beside me. Seeing me awake, Pamela immediately stood up, looking at me with concern. "Joey, how are you feeling? Does it still hurt?" I tried to move, but a sharp pain tore through my lower abdomen. A wave of inexplicable fear crept into my heart. I clutched Pamela's hand and urgently asked, "What happened to me?" Pamela's eyes were filled with struggle. She hesitated, then started to answer. "Joey, promise me, don't be too upset." I nodded. "You were pregnant. The doctor said your uterine wall is thin, and combined with Frederic's aggressive actions, it led to a miscarriage and severe bleeding." I took a deep breath, tears streaming down my face. Me and Frederic's baby was gone! I screamed in agony, attempting to get out of bed. Pamela held me tightly, and we cried together for ages. Eventually, it felt like my tears drained. Just then, through the window, I saw Frederic supporting Scarlett, who was dressed in a hospital gown. His face was full of concern. Frederic was slightly bent over. Their heads leaned against each other's, appearing like a couple deeply in love. And Scarlett, her face beaming with sweetness and satisfaction, showed no signs of depression! At that moment, something inside me snapped, and my world went silent. I was hemorrhaging from a miscarriage, and he was comforting his pretentious first love! Pamela saw them too, and her face was filled with anger. "When you were unconscious, I called him several times. He didn't pick up once but just kept attending to that woman! Joey, he doesn't deserve you!" I stared out the window until they passed by, leaving nothing but a blank space in my sight. My heart broke. My three years of devotion overshadowed by a liar's tricks. I took several deep breaths, feeling the tearing pain in my lower abdomen, and finally said, "Pamela, I've made up my mind." "I'm done with this man!" ***** Frederic's POV: It took me two whole says to soothe Scarlett, and she finally promised to take care of herself. She told me, "Fred, I'll wait for you to marry me." My head ached. I didn't like her at all. Thinking of Joey waiting for me at home, I found an excuse and left. Pamela had called me many times, but Scarlett had muted my phone, so I missed her calls. Pamela was Joey's best friend. I worried that Joey might be upset that I hadn't answered her calls. On my way home, I asked my assistant Scott to prepare a lot of gifts, hoping to make it up to Joey. When I got home, Joey was lying in bed with a pale face. "What's wrong?" I hurried over, not even bothering to take off my coat. "Does your stomach still hurt?" Joey's eyes, listless, fixed on me. "It doesn't matter anymore." I felt something slipping away quietly, and my heart raced with panic. "I bought the bag you liked last time. It's on the sofa outside, get up and take a look." Joey closed her eyes while saying, "Frederic, do you think money can buy everything?" It was the very first time Joey had ever spoken to me like this. She used to be as gentle as a rabbit, but now she seemed like a rose with thorns. "Then I'll get you a new car, a Ferrari or a Porsche?" Joey forced a smile. Her eyes that once looked at me with so much affection stared blankly at me now. I asked urgently, "What do you want? I can give you anything." Joey's eyes flickered. She said, "Let's break up." My heart shattered completely.