Pregnant by Two Secrets: My Ex and His Father

ood beside a black Lamborghini, tall, silver hair and well built body. His eyes didn't wander. They stopped. Fixed. Pierced through me. My chest tightened. My pulse betrayed me. "Yes, sir," I

hadn't given anyone my number. Could it be him? A soft knock echoed through the room. Once Twice Then the third time, deliberately. The knock came again. Soft. Careful. Like whoever was knocking already knew, I was afraid.Tessa got up from the bed quietly, her bare feet barely making a sound against the floor. She stood behind me, close enough that I could feel her warmth against my back. "Ophie," she whispered, "who knocks like that?" I swallowed hard and reached for the door handle anyway. "Who is it?" I asked. "Delivery," a young male voice answered from the other side. Calm. Neutral. Unthreatening. I heaved a sigh of relief. Delivery? At this hour? I cracked the door open a little, just enough to see him. A young man stood there, neatly dressed in black and a fitted jacket, holding a long garment bag in one hand and a small envelope in the other. He smiled politely, the kind of smile people practice for customer service. "Ophelia Logan?" he asked. "Yes," I replied slowly. "This is for you. It has already been paid for." Before I could ask who sent it, he handed everything over, nodded once, and turned away, disappearing down the hallway like he had never existed at all. I shut the door and leaned against it. My heart was racing. Tessa wasted no time. "Open it." "I don't think I should," I said, staring at the envelope like it might be a letter bomb. "You're already shaking, might as well know why." She wasn't wrong. I gently opened the envelope first. Inside was a thick card that read "wear this tonight,Ophelia". Just one letter. No name. No explanation. No apology. He definitely believed I didn't need one. How rude and controlling. Tessa snatched the garment bag from me and zipped it open. Our mouths opened in