Babies' Secret: My Ex Wants Me Back!
Chapter 77: Harsh reality

Chapter 77: Harsh reality

Chapter 77- Harsh reality

Amanda’s manicured nails tapped relentlessly against the edge of her glass as her eyes burned with silent rage and crushed hope. She had tried. God, she had tried everything and her best to get rid of that wretched woman—Katherine.

Amanda had tried to pull strings by taunting Brenda to do it for her. She knew Brenda’s hatred ran deep for Katherine from her voice through the phone, yet Brenda hadn’t done anything tangible.

So Amanda took matters into her own hands. She’d slipped money to a few eager hotel staff members, whispering lies into their ears about Katherine. She paid them to spread a rumor—just a whisper, just enough—to get people talking. Katherine was a whore, chasing a married man. How hard could it be to plant something believable?

But within hours, the rumor was wiped out like it had never existed. Every staff member she paid was fired. Just like that, and no chance of appeal, no recommendation, no pity. Amanda had stared at the news in the staff forum, her lips parted and eyes wide in shock.

Amanda also posted an anonymous post on the hotel forum: There’s someone in this hotel shamelessly chasing a married man. She posted it, hoping to stir something within the staff, yet it barely lasted ten minutes before it vanished. The post was blocked, deleted with no trace of something like that having been posted.

Amanda felt her throat tighten and wanted to yank her hair from her scalp. Her attempt was futile.

Someone was protecting Katherine. She couldn’t do anything to her in the hotel.

Then Amanda had considered confronting Katherine directly again, backing her into a corner and demanding she stay away from Aaron. But her fingers ached just remembering what happened the last time she did that in Katherine’s office. Katherine had grabbed her wrist so tight that it took a week before it healed.

No. She shook her head and gulped, canceling out threatening Katherine.

So Amanda decided on something else—something twisted, yet it was a desperate measure and brilliant if it worked.

She would seduce Aaron and baby trap him.

Kill two birds with one stone: the contract would no longer be just a façade, and the child would seal her place beside him. No more pretense. If she was pregnant with Aaron’s baby, Katherine would be discarded, deleted, forgotten. No one would look twice at a sidepiece once the wife was with child.

Amanda had been watching him closely, following him around, and when she figured out the condo he stayed in, she made her move. After getting everything she needed, she went to his house to call for a truce. Pretend to be accepting and hit him when he wasn’t looking.

And when he went out to pick that call, Amanda was overjoyed and slipped the powder into his wine. Something she bought after days of surfing the darkest corners of the internet. Something that promised to ignite male desire like fire.

Her heart had raced with excitement, her lips parted with anticipation as she watched him drink it without noticing anything—but the plan bit her in the ass.

She didn’t know what went wrong because the damn drug wasn’t letting him lose to the desire. Maybe the drug wasn’t strong enough. She bit her lips, but people said it worked like a miracle.

Maybe Aaron’s hatred for her was stronger than lust. Aaron had stood there, eyes darkened with desire flickering like a shadow—but he didn’t touch her, nor allow her to come closer.

Aaron had looked at her the way someone might look at a mess on the floor they didn’t want to clean up.

And then he pushed her away.

His words still echoed in her ears. "You disgust me."

And now—now she walked barefoot in the pouring rain, her small crimson silk clinging to her soaked skin like a second skin, her hair plastered to her face, her arms wrapped tightly around herself as the wind bit into her.

She held her heels in one hand, the other trembling as she clutched her stomach. She had visited a local hospital to confirm the pregnancy, and yet it came positive and was handed a scan with a black and white little bean pic.

Aaron had thrown her out like trash into the rain.

Amanda staggered down the street with no destination, blinking against the rain, her vision blurred not just by the downpour but by the hot, silent tears sliding down her cheeks.

Was she that disgusting?

Was she that unlovable?

Was she that pathetic?

Her knees buckled, but she caught herself, leaning against a streetlamp as her chest heaved. She could still feel Aaron’s rejection burning her skin like acid. Even when she had stood in front of him, her body practically begging, the drug humming beneath his skin, he didn’t touch her. Not even then.

Not even a pity fuck while clouded by a drug. And yet, she had opened her legs for Marcus after some cups of drink in the bar—which led her to all the misfortune in her life.

Amanda let out a choked sob and doubled over slightly, pressing her palm to her stomach as the tears continued falling. Her whole body shook—not just from cold, not just from humiliation—shame and failure.

She hadn’t signed up for any of this.

She hadn’t asked for her world to shatter like this.

All her life, she had been the one in control—the woman others envied. She was the one with the perfect hair, the expensive perfumes, the perfect heels clicking against hotel floors, the smile that never faltered.

But now?

Now she was a woman tossed aside.

Unwanted. Unseen.

Her tears mixed with the rain as she tilted her head to the sky, letting the droplets slap her cheeks, her neck, her lips. Maybe the rain could wash it all away. Maybe if she stood here long enough, the earth would swallow her.

She thought of the baby she wanted to trap Aaron with.

She had no idea if the drug had even worked in the first place—well, it didn’t matter. Nothing happened. Aaron had looked at her and seen nothing.

She was invisible.

Amanda let out a bitter laugh as she sank to her knees, right there in the rain-drenched street. Her silk dress bunched up at her thighs, soaked through and clinging to her curves. She looked like a homeless teenager who ran away from home after a disagreement with controlling parents but...

This was her reality.

Her humiliation.

She stayed there, her arms hugging her knees, her forehead resting on them as the rain continued to fall. And the only thought echoing in her mind wasn’t even about Aaron anymore.

It was about Katherine.

Because deep down, Amanda knew the truth.

Aaron looked at Katherine the way she had always wanted him to look at her.

And he never would.

Not now.

Not ever.