I got into the house. There was no one in the living room. I went up to my room to have a rest. My body feels so weak. Why haven't I noticed that I was pregnant?
This is too much for me to handle. Upon getting to my room, a maid got out, and she greeted me, but there was something strange about her behavior.
"What are you doing in my room?" I asked, confused.
"Sir Alexander wants you to return downstairs. He asked us to pack your things, which we already have," she said, and I pushed her out of the way to check my room.
I ran to my wardrobe, and there was nothing inside. I went back to meet the maid. "Where is he?"
"He is in his study, ma'am."
I nodded and walked down to the study. He can't treat me like trash. The fact that I stick to this deal doesn't mean I don't have my dignity
