After They Played Me, I Returned Pregnant

Chapter 2

After the funeral, Winnie went back home and opened her phone. Hundreds of unread messages filled the screen. Each one showed the man's deep longing.

[Winnie, don't overwork yourself. Once I finish my current work, I will come to you as soon as possible. I will be with you and our baby.]

A sweet smile spread across Winnie's lips. She typed back with joy.

Early the next morning, Andy and Stanley showed up at Winnie's door.

Stanley loosened his tie with one hand. "At the funeral, there were so many big names in business. You pulled that stunt just to make people go easy on us later, didn't you? To get yourself some leverage?"

Andy followed his words. "Satisfied now?"

A bad feeling rose in Winnie's chest. She held the door frame and looked at them with a cold face. "I am not that shameless."

Stanley pointed at her belly. "Then, what is that?"

Andy added as if he already knew the answer. "We always used protection."

Winnie finally understood what they meant.

Coldness rushed through her body. She laughed in disbelief. "You think I got pregnant on purpose?"

Andy's words felt like a death sentence. "Winnie, you are capable of doing that."

Every time things between them got heated, they were the ones asking her to go without protection. They had coaxed her into it.

Her obedience now turned into proof used against her.

Her heart had already gone numb, yet it still ached from their insult.

Winnie held her belly tightly. "Relax. This baby is only three months old. It is not either of yours. Please leave."

She reached for the door, but Stanley grabbed her arm.

"If you are guilty, you run. You really think we are fools? Maybe you kept something from before. Maybe you went abroad for IVF just to trap us."

Winnie struggled hard. Her hair fell across her face in a mess. "I never wanted to trap anyone. Let go of me."

Their strength was too strong. He dragged her forward.

"Where are you taking me?" she shouted.

Andy walked behind them and answered calmly, "This baby cannot stay."

Stanley shoved her into the car and buckled her in. He then got into the driver's seat.

Winnie quickly unbuckled herself and pushed the door open. Andy stood in front of her.

He bent down and stepped into the car, blocking her way.

Inside the tight back seat, he pulled her into his arms.

"Winnie, behave. Get rid of the baby and I will give you ten million."

Winnie froze for a second. She then elbowed him hard and pushed him away. "I said this is not your child."

Andy let out a low sound. He held her down and touched her belly. His voice turned colder. "One hundred million."

His calm tone felt like ice water pouring over her head. Every last bit of hope broke apart.

She stopped struggling. Helplessness sank deep into her chest.

She slowly turned and looked at Andy with broken eyes.

"Do you remember what you promised me?"

On their first anniversary, Andy had once asked to take their relationship further. Winnie had been scared and asked what if she got pregnant.

He had looked at her with deep affection. "If you get pregnant, I will take responsibility. I will never let you get hurt."

He had said the same thing many times after that.

Now, he was the one forcing her to end the pregnancy.

His promises now felt fake and disgusting.

Stanley drove like he did not care about life or death. The car sped and swerved wildly.

Winnie already felt unwell. Her stomach churned badly.

She bit her lip and curled against the seat near the window.

A clean pine scent suddenly filled her nose.

When she opened her eyes, Andy's cold handsome face was right in front of her.

She was already in his arms.

Winnie frowned and struggled. "Why are you holding me? Let go."

Andy held her firmly but gently. "Do not move. You will hurt yourself if you hit your head."

His calm voice brought back memories that hurt deeply.

Back when they had just started dating, after a group event, Andy had taken her to a hotel instead of sending her back.

At the front desk, he had asked her to sit in the lobby while he handled their IDs.

After they entered the room, he kissed her before she could turn on the light.

Their breathing filled the dark room. Clothes fell across the floor. He had thrown her onto the bed like she weighed nothing.

"Winnie, I want you."

He leaned over her in the dark and pressed down slightly while holding himself up.

She had softly complained. "You're on my hair."

She reached for the light switch, but he stopped her and held her hand tightly. "No lights. It feels better in the dark."

The next morning, he did the same again and pressed her hair.

His voice had changed. "Does it hurt when I press down on your hair?"

She frowned slightly. "Yesterday you did not even..."

He kissed her again before she could finish.

She later thought about it, then brushed it off as forgetfulness.

Only later did she realize the truth. Andy and Stanley had taken turns with her all along.

Every soft moment and every weakness had been part of their game.

Their tenderness had never been real.

Anger rushed through Winnie again. She refused to lean on him and pushed him away to the other side.

Stanley saw Andy being rejected and felt strange satisfaction.

He drove a little more calmly after that.

They soon arrived at the hospital. Winnie opened the door and ran toward the entrance.

Stanley chased her and grabbed her. "Where do you think you are going?"

Winnie gasped for breath. "How many times do I have to say it? This baby is not yours."

Stanley, already annoyed, lifted her up. "Enough."

He carried her toward the consultation room. "If we are not sure, a simple amniocentesis will tell us."

Winnie panicked and struggled hard. "I will not do it."

Amniocentesis could confirm DNA, but at her stage it carried a high risk of miscarriage.

She could not let anything happen to her baby.

Stanley set her down on a chair. She immediately stood and pushed past him.

Before she could reach the door, Andy blocked her path.

His face was cold and firm. "You do not get to refuse."

Winnie's pupils tightened. She stepped back and met Stanley's faint smile behind him.

"I told you. This baby is not yours. There is no way it is yours."

"Then, do you dare to take the test?" Andy raised the consent form. "If it is not ours, you can keep the child."

Winnie's chest rose and fell heavily. "I do not believe you. Move."

"Winnie, when have we ever lied to you, except about identity? If you refuse to sign, it only means you are hiding something."

"I said it a hundred times. This child has nothing to do with you."

Stanley looked confident. "We know you. This child can only be ours."

He believed she only ever loved Andy and would never be with anyone else.

That thought made something sharp and bitter rise in his chest.

Andy nodded slightly and handed her the pen. "Sign it."

Winnie stared at the pen.

Her eyes turned red and wet. She had already decided to let go, yet she still felt deeply wronged.

"Andy, what do you even think I am to you?"

If this child was truly his, would he show even a little warmth? Would he keep it?

The next second, his cold answer froze her heart completely.

"A toy I can throw away anytime."

All color left her face. Coldness sank into her bones.

Her heart, which she had given for four years, was only a toy in his eyes.

"Then, you should behave. Get rid of it and go back to your old life."

Her old life meant the time they treated her like a game.

From the beginning, they had never seen her as a person.

Stanley forced her hand and made her sign. Every stroke felt like a cut.

After she finished, Winnie looked at them with red eyes full of hatred. "You will regret this."