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I wonder if he’s in bed or at work handling the situation. A nagging little voice from deep inside taunts me.

He’s in a brothel… surrounded by beautiful women who all want to sleep with him. I close my eyes as I try to chase away the destructive thoughts. It’s not good for me to let my mind go there. It’s toxic and will only bring jealousy and hurt between us.

When I said yes to marrying him, I said yes to trusting him, too. I have to stand by that decision, no matter how much insecurity his line of work brings.

Should I text him to make sure he’s okay and say goodnight? No, I’ll probably wake him. I’ll have to wait now.

I put my hand over my stomach again and smile into the darkness as I imagine his face when he finds out.

I can’t wait to tell him.

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I wake to my phone dancing on the side table, and I pick it up.

Rici

“Good morning.” I smile sleepily.

“Good morning, my bella. How did you sleep?” he purrs, his voice deep.

I rub my eyes as I try to focus. He has the sexiest fucking voice on earth. “I missed you. I don’t like sleeping alone.”

“I’m just about to get on a plane to come home to you.”

“Good.” I smile.

“Don’t go to work today.”

“What?”

“I want to see you when I get home. Call in sick.”

“I can’t do that.”

“You can.” His voice is commanding. “In fact, why don’t you just resign. You don’t need to work for someone else. You can start your own company now.”

Ugh, not this again.

“I’m not doing that, we already discussed this. And besides, I have meetings all day.” What does he think this is? I can’t just have a day off or resign every time he snaps his fingers.

“I don’t want you going to work until I get home.”

“That’s ridiculous. I’ll see you tonight.”

“Olivia,” he warns.

He’s beginning to annoy me now. “I have to go, Enrico. I’m going to be late. Have a safe flight. I love you.” I hang up.

The phone rings immediately again and his name lights up the screen.

I exhale heavily. “Yes?”

“Don’t hang up on me.” The phone goes dead as he returns the favor.

I roll my eyes at his dramatics. God, somebody got out of the wrong side of the bed. What’s up his ass? I drag myself out of bed and make my way into the bathroom to pick up the pregnancy test stick that sits on the counter. I stare at it again.

Two lines.