Rejected and Pregnant: The Billionaire’s Wife

CHAPTER 2

Evelin Brown

"Miss Brown," Principal Franklin said as soon as he saw me at the door.

"Has something happened?" I asked, worried, looking at William impulsively, even though I knew I shouldn't.

"Don't pretend you don't know what's happening here," William replied angrily.

My heart raced as I felt his gaze on me.

"Take it easy, professor." The principal tried to appease him. "It's good you showed up, but judging by your looks, you have no idea what's happening here."

I nodded, confused by the situation.

"Calm down? Me? She's going to ruin my life, and she knows it very well!" William almost shouted, his eyes fixed on me.

"I don't understand any of this, William," I said frightened, trying to comprehend that look full of hatred.

I never imagined that the man I fell hopelessly in love with could look at me that way.

He clenched his fists, clearly struggling to control the overflowing anger.

"You still don't get it?" His voice came out as a growl, and my entire body shook with fear.

"Why... why are you like this?" I asked, stammering, still stunned by what was happening.

A cold smile appeared on his lips, as if it were a harbinger of something terrible.

"You know very well why, don't play dumb, stupid girl!"

I shook my head in denial.

"No, I don't know," I replied immediately.

"LIE!" he exclaimed, making me retreat, step by step, frightened by the intensity of his words. He took a deep breath and declared, fixing his eyes on mine: "Be grateful if I don't turn your life into hell from today on."

Tears ran down my face, hot and uncontrollable. His threats broke my heart into pieces, and the worst part was that I really didn't know what was happening.

I looked around, seeking answers in the faces of the other people present, but the silence and fixed gazes only intensified my anguish.

"You can't threaten a student, professor. I ask you to calm down, or it will be much worse for you." Frank finally intervened, noticing my despair.

"You're only saying that because you've already decided what you're going to do! I'm screwed, for good!" William said, frustrated.

"What's happening, William?" I asked, trying to snap out of the shock.

He gave a bitter, almost cruel smile.

"I'll explain: you ruined my career, Evelin, by sending those photos to the school administration denouncing our involvement."

My eyes widened, incredulous.

"I would never do that! I don't even know what photos you're talking about!" I exclaimed, in distress.

"Miss Brown," Franklin called me, signaling for me to approach. I looked at the table and saw the photos.

"Who gave this to you?" I asked, trying to process what was in front of my eyes.

"Stop pretending, Evelin! I know it was you," William insisted, accusing me.

"No! I didn't do it!" I replied, almost desperate.

"I don't believe your lying words, Evelin. I deeply regret getting involved with you. I should have listened to my head. Now, I'll pay dearly for being led by desire." He left the room, furious.

My legs moved before my mind could catch up. I ran after him down the hallway, unable to let him go without trying to clarify everything.

"William, wait up." I pleaded, running after him through the college corridors.

"Wait?" He stopped abruptly in the hallway and faced me. "I got fired because of you." The hatred in his eyes made me shudder.

"I know you think it was me who sent those photos, but it wasn't. I would never do that to you!" I declared, my voice heavy with despair.

He laughed, but the sound was cold, filled with sarcasm.

"I don't believe you. Do me a favor: get out of my sight, out of my life, Evelin. It's over. What should never have started is finished."

His words cut through my heart like knives.

"No, we can work this out," I pleaded, as tears streamed down my face.

"No, Evelin. It's over."

William began to walk away, but the words escaped my mouth before I could control them:

"William, you can't just leave me."

He stopped and turned to me, his eyes blazing with anger.

"Why? Why can't I? Who's going to stop me, huh?" he asked, his voice dripping with irony. "You knew from the start that we would never have a relationship." He declared coldly.

I took a deep breath, seeking strength to face the moment.

"I..." I sighed, feeling the words burn in my throat. "I... am pregnant." I finally said, with a trembling voice.

He widened his eyes, surprised, but his reaction was a mix of disbelief and anger.

"Do you think I'm an i***t, girl? Making up a lie like that to keep me?" he asked, outraged.

"No, I'm telling the truth!" I replied, unable to hold back the tears.

He shook his head in denial.

"I never imagined you could be so low, Evelin. If before I already wanted you gone, now I feel disgust. How can you ruin my career and then claim you're pregnant with my child?" His words were like a dagger piercing my heart.

"I am, William."

I said, my voice filled with pain, feeling more shattered by the moment.

He laughed again, cruelly.

"Well, if you're pregnant, go find the father of that child, because it's definitely not me. Oh, maybe it's... Chris, the club's bartender, right? Tell me, how many times did you hook up with him while you were with me?"

"I never slept with him! And you're insulting me, William!" I protested, feeling his accusation like a slap in the face.

He smiled even more, a smile filled with disdain.

"I don't believe you. Stay away from me, because you never meant anything to me and never would. Especially after what you've done. And if you're pregnant, I pity that child for being born to someone as insignificant as you. You know what? Do everyone a huge favor: end it. No one deserves to be the father of your child. After all, you don't even know how to love yourself, and you were never, not even close to one of the best women who have been in my bed, you pathetic thing."

He turned to leave, his words still echoing in my ears like a never-ending nightmare.

A wave of anger surged inside me, a fury burning within. How could he do this to me? To our child? After all the nights of love we shared? And still call me insignificant?

"William, I gave myself to you! I lost my virginity, give you my whole world, only to receive this in return?" I asked, unable to believe what was happening, as tears streamed down my face.

He looked back at me, impatiently.

"You did all that because you wanted to. I never wanted a relationship, and you always knew that, so don't play the poor victim, because that's something you definitely are not, Evelin," he said, irritated.

"I still can't believe that after everything we had, you're going to abandon me... pregnant!"

"You can't abandon something that doesn't exist, Evelin. And even if it does, it's not mine!" he stated, cold and categorical. "Understand once and for all: from this moment on, you are dead to me. It's over. Don't ever look for me again. It's over." He repeated the word 'over' as if he wanted to engrave it in my mind forever.

I shook my head in disbelief, feeling my chest tighten even more.

"You know what, William? I'm the one who regrets giving myself to you!" I approached and, on impulse, punched his chest, which remained unmoved. "I was a fool, naive, to believe that I could ever be loved by you. But you know what? I've come to my senses. And it won't be me dying for you, but you dying for me—or rather, for us." I declared, feeling my heart bleed amidst the hatred and hurt.

"Then we die to each other," he said, shrugging, showing no interest in my words.

I stood still, watching William's back disappear down the corridor. He didn't even look back, making it clear that I really meant nothing to him.

Despised... Abandoned... Rejected...

And now pregnant!

I should be used to these words, having grown up in an orphanage, abandoned by my own parents from the moment I was born. From an early age, life had already shown me that I seemed destined to be rejected by everyone I dared to believe could love me.

Am I not worthy of love?

Will I ever truly be loved by someone? By someone other than my close friends or my brother at heart?

Now, to make matters worse, here I am: despised, humiliated, and with a child in my womb. A child I will have to raise alone, as the child was also rejected by his father.

Amidst tears and the bitter taste of loneliness, I left the college aimlessly, wandering the streets as if adrift. I felt destroyed and unsure of how to pick myself up this time. But deep down, I knew I had to be strong. Not for me, but for the life growing inside me.

I could never reject him, as my parents did when I was born.

I needed to be strong. Even if only for him.

I let the tears stream down my face, feeling like the worst person in the world. But as they dried, I realized I needed to build new armor to face life, as I had done so many times before.

I was Evelin, who always helped everyone, but inside, I was a woman desperately in need of help.

However, at this moment, I knew I could only count on myself. Once again, I would need to be my own salvation.

"Evelin?" I heard someone shouting my name from afar, and when I turned, I saw Chris running towards me.

I got up from the park bench, trying to control my sobs and seem normal.

"Chris, I..." I didn't even have time to finish the words, as I felt his arms wrapping around me in a tight embrace.

"Calm down, Eve. You're not alone. I'm here with you."

Without saying anything else, I allowed myself to cry in his warm arms.

Chris runs his hands through my hair as I soak his white shirt with my tears. After a few minutes, he gently makes me look into his eyes.

"Let's get out of here. Then, you can tell me what happened."

I nodded, silently agreeing.

Chris settles me into the passenger seat and soon gets into the vehicle. He drives for about ten minutes towards the city center. To my surprise, he enters an imposing building with floor-to-ceiling windows and parks in the basement. Getting out of the car, he extends his hand to help me out.

We head to the elevator, where he presses the button for the penthouse.

When we arrive, we enter a luxurious apartment, decorated with large windows, hanging lights, a wine cellar with a marble counter, as well as a spacious sofa, a huge TV, and sophisticated paintings on the walls.

I can tell right away that everything here is absurdly expensive.

"Chris, whose apartment is this?" I ask, surprised.

"It's a friend's," he replies, taking my bag and placing it on the sofa.

"Wow, I didn't know you had rich friends." I commented impulsively, remembering that Chris never mentioned much about his life outside the club.

He smiles slightly and simply nods, confirming.

"Now sit here and tell me what happened," he suggests, changing the subject and steering away from the topic of the apartment's owner.

I sigh deeply, trying to find my words.

"I..." I began, but the tears returned forcefully, interrupting my voice.

"Hey, calm down. I'm here with you," Chris says, wrapping me in another comforting hug.

"Chris, I was rejected." I confess amidst sobs. "William accused me of horrible things, claiming I sent our photos to the university, but I didn't do any of that!"

He sighs, but I see the anger in his eyes, even though he tries to contain the impulse.

"Evelin, that professor was never good for you. He never appreciated a woman like you," he says, as he gently wipes my tears from my face.

"I know... but I love him," I admit, feeling my heartache even more. "And now, everything got worse because I'm pregnant."

Chris looks at me, surprised.

"Pregnant?" he asks, as if wanting to make sure he heard correctly.

I nod, confirming, as another tear rolls down my cheek.

"Yes. I was rejected... pregnant with William's child... pregnant," I said, my voice choked with sobs.

Chris wraps me in another tight hug, and his low voice echoes in my ear:

"Don't feel alone, Eve. That man is an i***t. I'll help you. You won't face this alone with the baby."

I sigh deeply, trying to absorb his comforting words.

"I don't even know how I'm going to tell my brother... Lucas will want to kill me," I admit, my voice laden with worry.

Chris shakes his head, a slight smile appearing on his lips.

"Knowing Lucas, he'll want to go after William, not you."

I breathe heavily, acknowledging that he's right.

"Now go take a bath and rest. You can't get upset, especially now that you're expecting a child."

I nod, agreeing without the strength to argue.

"I don't even know how I'm going to take care of this child, Chris. I'm so scared..."

He smiles slightly, conveying a calmness that makes me feel a bit more secure.

"You'll care for it with all the love you have, Eve. You've always been an incredible woman. This baby is very lucky to have you as a mother."

His words brought more tears to my eyes, still marked by the cruel words I heard from my baby's father.

"Thank you, Chris, for your help."

He nods and responds, his intense gaze fixed on mine.

"You don't need to thank me, Eve. That's what friends do."

I fix my gaze on his, full of gratitude, before heading to the bathroom.

When I enter the luxurious bathroom, matching the rest of Chris's mysterious friend's apartment, I allow myself to cry once more.

I don't know which path to take, nor how to deal with the idea of raising a child alone. Everything feels uncertain, frightening, and impossible.

But for now, I can only let the tears flow, hoping that, at least for a few minutes, they will ease the pain.

Continued...