The Trillionaire's Obsession

Chapter 3: The Miracle

LILLIAN'S POV

The house was quieter than usual. Too quiet. I wandered through the corridors, my heels echoing against the marble floor, each step making me feel smaller. Edward hadn’t come home that night. Or maybe he had, and I hadn’t heard him every shadow, every footstep seemed to hide him, like he was deliberately avoiding me. The staff barely looked at me. When I passed the kitchen, the cook hurried away. When I touched the railing, a maid gasped softly and moved aside.

I felt sick. Not just the lingering nausea from nerves and fear. Something deeper. My stomach twisted in knots, my head swam, and my legs threatened to give out beneath me. I sank onto the sofa in the sitting room, clutching my bag, heart hammering in my chest.

“Miss…are you alright?”

I jumped. The maid, a young girl with wide eyes, hovered near the doorway.

“I… I think so,” I whispered, pressing my hand to my forehead.

“You look pale,” she said cautiously. “Do you want to sit down? Maybe get some water?”

“I…no, I’m fine,” I said quickly. But I wasn’t.

She tilted her head, eyes full of worry. “You should rest… or maybe see a doctor.”

I shook my head. “No… nothing like that.”

“Or…” she hesitated, “there’s… a test you can take, just to be sure.”

Her words lingered, strange and heavy. A test. My stomach flipped. I hadn’t even thought about it… not yet. But suddenly the idea consumed me. I nodded. “Yes… I’ll… I’ll check.”

I left quietly, avoiding anyone who might ask questions. The nearest pharmacy wasn’t far. I slipped inside, heart thudding, hands trembling. I grabbed the box. Hold it. I turned it in my hands, my fingers brushing over the instructions I had read a hundred times online but never imagined I’d need.

Back at the house, I locked myself in the bathroom, ignoring the echoes outside. I dropped my bag on the floor and sank onto the cold tiles. The world felt small. Intense. Pressing down on me from all sides.

I took a deep breath, shaking. “Okay,” I whispered to no one. “You can do this.”

Hands quivering, I followed the instructions. Every second felt eternal. Every heartbeat thundered in my ears. Then I waited. I waited until the seconds became minutes. The room was silent except for my shallow breathing.

And then I saw it.

Two lines.

Two perfect, undeniable lines.

I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding. Tears filled my eyes, unbidden. My hands shook so violently I nearly dropped the test. I gripped it tight, pressing it to my chest.

I laughed softly, a trembling, incredulous sound. “Oh… oh my God…”

I sank back against the wall. My laughter broke into sobs. Hot, messy, trembling sobs.

“I’m… I’m going to have a baby,” I whispered aloud. “Edward… oh God, Edward…”

I pressed my hand to my stomach, imagining the small life growing inside me. A tiny spark of hope flared something bright and pure in the darkness that had been my life lately.

“I promise,” I murmured. “I’ll protect you. I’ll love you. I… I won’t let anything hurt you.”

I laughed again through my tears. “I’m so sorry… for everything. I didn’t even know you were coming. I didn’t even… oh, I’ll try to do better. I will. I promise.”

Time passed, and I kept speaking aloud, telling the child everything I couldn’t say to Edward. All the apologies, all the hopes, all the fear and love tangled together into quiet, messy words. The small room became a world of its own.

Eventually, I wiped my tears, hands sticky and trembling. I knew what I had to do. I had to tell him. I had to try to reach him. To make him see me not the wife he thought he had, but the woman who carried his child.

I practiced. “Edward… I have something to tell you. I’m pregnant.” I said it to the mirror. Again. And again. My voice shook each time. “I’m… we’re… going to have a baby.” I imagined him smiling, maybe reaching for my hand, maybe… maybe softening. My chest tightened at the impossible thought.

I couldn’t imagine it. Not really. Not after the gala. But I had to try.

Before I could go, I remembered Victoria. Maybe she could help. Not Edward. Victoria. She had always seemed… warmer, supportive. Maybe she’d know what to do.

I found her in the library, sitting with a glass of wine, her posture elegant, her expression soft.

“Lillian,” she said, looking up. “I wasn’t expecting you. Are you alright?”

“Yes,” I lied. “I… I need advice.”

She raised a brow. “About Edward?”

“Yes,” I whispered, almost ashamed. “I… I have something to tell him. I… I don’t know how.”

She leaned forward, curiosity in her eyes. “And what is it?”

I hesitated. Heart racing. My voice barely above a whisper. “I… I’m pregnant.”

Victoria’s eyes widened. “Pregnant?!”

I nodded, unsure whether to feel joy or terror.

“Oh… Lillian. That’s wonderful.”

Her words warmed me, brief relief in a world that had been cold.

“But,” she added softly, leaning closer, “you must tell him soon. Don’t wait. Men like Edward… they… I don't understand patience.”

I looked at her. “I don’t know how he’ll react. After… the gala…”

Victoria’s smile was careful, almost unreadable. “All the more reason to be honest. Let him see it. Let him feel it.”

I nodded, though unease churned in my stomach. There was something in her eyes a flicker I couldn’t read. Encouragement, or… calculation?

I pushed it aside. I had to focus. This was about the baby. About hope. About maybe… maybe saving what was left.

I held the test tightly in my hand. The faint lines glowed in the harsh bathroom light in my memory, a quiet promise. My heart beat fast, loud in my ears. I rehearsed the words again. “Edward… I’m pregnant.”

I stood, legs weak, stomach fluttering. The hallway stretched before me. The polished wood floor reflected the chandelier lights, making everything brighter, sharper. I clutched the test again, my pulse echoing in my ears.

I walked. One careful step. Then another. The office door loomed ahead. Edward’s study. The place where he ruled the world, where he held all his power. My voice, small and fragile, trembled as I imagined telling him, seeing his face, watching him realize that something he could never control was inside me.

I reached for the handle. My hand shook so much I almost dropped the test again.

Then I heard it.

Voices. Two voices. Edward’s… and someone else.

I froze.

The door cracked open in my mind, my chest tight. My stomach lurched. Hope and fear tangled into one heavy knot.

I cou

ldn’t move.

And for the first time, I wondered if this moment was already slipping through my fingers.