Page 232 of Pregnant By A Rich Demon 2

I looked like what I was: a woman barely holding it together.

When I opened the door, Amai stood on my porch in a black suit, no tie, his shirt unbuttoned at the collar. He looked immaculate. Fine as the fuck. But there was something in his eyes—something cold and distant—that made my stomach twist.

“Ready?” he asked.

No greeting. No warmth. Just business.

“Yeah,” I said quietly, grabbing my purse from the hook by the door.

The walk to his car was silent. He opened the passenger door for me, and I slid in without a word. The interior smelled like leather and his cologne—something dark and expensive that I’d come to associate with him.

He got in the driver’s seat and started the engine, pulling away from the curb with practiced ease.

The silence stretched between us, thick and suffocating.

I stared out the window, watching the Seventh Ward roll by—shotgun houses with peeling paint, corner stores with hand-painted signs, kids playing on porches despite the morning chill.

This was my world.

And Amai was from somewhere else entirely.

“You’ve been quiet,” I said finally, my voice barely above a whisper.

“You asked for space,” Amai replied, his eyes on the road. “I gave it to you.”

“Space doesn’t mean disappearing.”

“I didn’t disappear. I’ve been handling business.”

“Business.” I turned to look at him. “Is that what I am to you? Business?”

His jaw tightened, but he didn’t answer.

The silence returned, heavier than before.

I wanted to scream. I wanted to demand answers. I wanted to know why he felt so far away when just weeks ago he’d held me like I was the only thing keeping him alive.

But I didn’t.

Because I was scared of what the answer might be.

“Your father came to see me,” I said finally.

The car swerved slightly before Amai corrected it. His knuckles went white on the steering wheel.

“When?” His voice was low. Dangerous.

“Yesterday morning. He let himself into my house.”

Amai’s entire body went rigid. The temperature in the car seemed to drop ten degrees.

“What did he say to you?”

“He told me I was disrupting his family. That I was making you and Kaisen weak. That I should take my money and disappear.”

Amai’s breathing changed—shallow, controlled, like he was fighting to keep himself in check.

“Did he touch you?”