Pregnant With Her Ex's Baby After Marriage

Star City The DICE Bar. Emily Green tugged at her outfit, a super short skirt paired with a little tank top. Took a deep breath. "Emily, you ain't no spoiled rich kid anymore. Right now, your old man is still in the ICU, and you don't have the luxury of hesitation." "Emily, what are you still standing there for? You think you're still the prim and proper princess from back in the day? Get out there and sell some drinks!" It was Lora, an older gal who still dressed seductively despite her age. Emily looked at herself in the mirror, with heavy smoky eye makeup and stilettos that seemed to reach for the sky. She couldn't help but c***k a bitter smile. Finally, the day had come. With the drink menu in hand, she walked out, her face filled with determination. She silently told herself, "Emily, you've got this! Dad's still in the hospital, and you can't afford to waste a single moment." The air inside was a mix of smoke, perfume, and the chatter of men and women blending together. She weaved through the crowd and skillfully made her way to a table. "Sir, would you like a drink?" "Hey there, sweetheart, new face, huh?" "Yeah, brand new. I hope you'll take good care of me," Emily replied, intentionally putting on a sweet, flirtatious voice. Any man would get itchy inside when they heard that kind of flirtatious tone, and this guy was no exception. "Wow, what a gorgeous gal. As long as you finish these two bottles on the table, the money is all yours," the balding older man said, sleazily stuffing a wad of cash into her cleavage. Emily had a brief moment of hesitation. But in the next instant, she smiled, a smile that was both radiant and seductive. She slowly took the stack of bills from her cleavage and held it in her hand. "Deal." The two bottles on the table were both strong liquor, with a high alcohol content. Even if she had a high tolerance, two bottles were a bit much. But the hospital was pressing her to pay. She couldn't afford to worry about that now. She picked up a bottle and downed it, her intensity leaving everyone in the room in awe. As she finished one bottle, Emily didn't even bother wiping the residue from her lips before grabbing the other. Quick and decisive, better than waiting for the alcohol to hit her. The balding man's eyes were fixed on her, watching the rise and fall of her chest, secretly applauding inside. What a beauty, he thought, wondering how she would perform in bed. Emily drank quickly and fiercely, unaware that something sinister had been added to the second bottle. It wasn't until she finally took the last sip, and her body swayed slightly. "Sir, I've finished my drinks. I'm going to leave now, and don't forget to settle the bill at the front counter," she said, attempting to walk away. But her hands were gripped tightly. "Sweetie, you've got some impressive drinking skills. How about letting me here take care of you tonight? I promise you'll have a heavenly time." "Let go." "Oh, come on, don't struggle. Come with me, and he'll make sure you live the good life, no more working in places like this." "I told you to let go!" "Even in this situation, you're still acting tough? Watch what I'll do to you in a moment—" Meanwhile, in a VIP room on the second floor. A man with deep, penetrating eyes looked through the large glass window, observing every move of the people below. He saw the man below slip a white pill into the bottle of alcohol and give it a shake. The woman had her back turned, so he couldn't see her face. But that silhouette seemed familiar. It was like...