Forbiddenly Bound To You
Chapter 78: Pregancy and Suprises

Chapter 78: Pregancy and Suprises

Zamian’s body stilled as he stared at the papers, his heart racing to confirm what his eyes had seen. The soft lights overhead seemed to flicker as his mind struggled to process the reality before him. His eyes widened in disbelief as he turned to Mira, who looked just as shocked. She had woken up and heard everything, yet her body refused to respond to the overwhelming news that hung thick in the air.

They had only been intimate twice—though that "twice" felt more like a lifetime ago. Those two encounters had been only two days apart, and she hadn’t expected them to lead to this moment. The reality of her pregnancy hit her like a wave, leaving her breathless and bewildered. It felt surreal, as if the world had momentarily paused to allow her mind to catch up with her heart.

Zamian’s sudden appearance after two weeks of silence only added to her turmoil. Here he was, holding the undeniable proof of her condition—the papers confirming her pregnancy. A sharp pain shot through her chest as the implications settled in. It was as if the walls of the room were closing in on her, suffocating her with the weight of expectation and reality.

Of course, he had finally gotten what he wanted: an heir, just as the contract had stipulated. This was a bittersweet victory for Zamian, a goal he had been chasing while she had been left alone, grappling with her emotions and the pain of his absence. She had spent countless nights in their shared silence, wondering why he hadn’t contacted her, questioning her worth and the nature of their relationship.

Mira felt the weight of her loneliness over the past weeks, the nights spent yearning for his presence. Now, seeing him here, holding the papers that changed everything, felt like salt on an open wound. She was finally pregnant, a reality that should have filled her with joy, yet it only deepened her sorrow, twisting the knife of disappointment further into her heart.

The doctor bowed respectfully before leaving the room, closing the door gently behind him. Zamian hurriedly walked toward her, his eyes scanning her body with a sense of urgency, concern etched deeply in his voice. "Are you alright? Does it hurt anywhere?" His worry was palpable, but Mira simply stared blankly at him, her mind racing, trying to comprehend the whirlwind of emotions swirling within her.

"Tell me! Talk to me, Mira... Why aren’t you saying anything?" He reached out and grasped her hand, but she pulled away sharply, as if his touch burned her. The contact ignited a flood of feelings that she wasn’t ready to face, feelings of anger, betrayal, and the deep-rooted pain of abandonment.

"Mira, what’s the problem?" he pressed, desperation creeping into his voice.

Was he seriously asking her that? The question hung in the air, heavy with irony, a bitter reminder of everything that had transpired between them.

"No... could you please mind your business for once?" she replied, her tone sharper than she intended, echoing the exact words he had thrown at her that day, words that had haunted her ever since. The memory of their last argument played back in her mind, and she could feel the bitterness rising again.

Zamian stilled, her words hitting him like a slap to the face. Was this how his words had hurt her back then? The realization struck him hard—he had no idea. The silence enveloped them, leaving him speechless, grappling with the weight of her accusation, the truth of her feelings, and the gravity of their situation.

"If you have nothing good to say to me..." Mira pointed toward the door, her voice trembling with barely contained emotion, "Get out."

"P... please, Mira," Zamian spoke, his voice trembling as he struggled to find the right words. For the first time in his life, he felt the weight of his inadequacy pressing down on him. "I will try my best to be a green flag, okay? What do you want from me?" His desperation was evident, and for a moment, he looked vulnerable, stripped of his usual confidence.

Mira smiled bitterly at his attempts, the smile not reaching her eyes. It was a hollow gesture, one filled with hurt and disappointment.

"Is it answers?" Zamian asked, watching as she stilled for a moment, contemplating her response. He could see the conflict in her expression, the struggle between wanting to confide in him and the fear of getting hurt again.

"Yes," she finally replied, her voice barely above a whisper. "Tell me when you’re leaving. You just go and come back days later, keeping me in the dark." Each word dripped with frustration, and the sense of abandonment she felt in those weeks flooded back to the surface.

"Don’t make me feel regret for ever meeting you," she said, her voice breaking, and it pierced through him like a dagger. This was the most shattered sound he had ever heard from her, a sound he had caused, and it struck him to his core.

"Fine, I’ll tell you," he exhaled heavily, turning to the side to gather his thoughts before looking back at her, his resolve hardening. "But I can’t say everything. I have my reasons." His tone became more serious, as if he were grappling with a weighty decision.

"I’m not just a CEO," he continued, his voice steadying, each word deliberate. "I’m also a king." The weight of that revelation hung heavily in the air, an unexpected truth that left Mira momentarily speechless.

Mira’s world stilled at his revelation. How was that even possible?.

Zamian sighed, feeling the tension in the air. "I think that’s enough for now. The doctor said you were stressed out. Now go back to sleep. When you wake up, I’ll try to tell you more." His voice softened, the concern for her wellbeing creeping back in, but Mira felt an unshakeable fear that he might change his mind.

He stood to leave, but Mira reached out, clutching his shirt tightly, a desperate plea that belied her earlier words. "Don’t... go."

Zamian turned to her and sat beside Mira, wrapping her in his arms as she rested her head on his chest, seeking comfort in the familiar warmth of his presence. He took out his phone, ordering food to be prepared before she woke up, an attempt to bring some normalcy back to their chaotic lives. The truth was, all Mira wanted was to be cared for and loved, but it felt like a huge wish in such a cruel and harsh world.

****

Meanwhile, outside in the parking lot, James and John stood chatting.

"Oh brother, you’ve gotten fatter!" John teased, a smirk on his face, the lighthearted banter a stark contrast to the heavy atmosphere Zamian and Mira were wrapped in.

"Shut up," James shot back, glaring at him, but unable to suppress a smile. Their friendship had always been a mix of teasing and support, a welcome distraction from the weight of their respective responsibilities.

"You’re enjoying yourself so much here in Nik. Tell me, do you have any spicy gossip for me?" John pressed, clearly enjoying himself, his eyes gleaming with mischief.

"Mind your business," James replied with a hiss, rolling his eyes at John’s relentless need to pry into others’ lives.

"What a pain in the ass," he muttered, shaking his head as he pulled out his phone. Just then, James’s phone lit up, and his expression softened as he picked it up.

"I’ll be on my way, Princess," he said, a smile spreading across his face before he hung up.

"Princess? Who is this ’Princess’? Don’t tell me it wasn’t just our boss who inhaled the love potion—you did too!" John exclaimed, his eyes wide with surprise, a mix of excitement and disbelief on his face.

"Shut up," James retorted, beginning to walk away, but John followed closely behind, not ready to let the topic drop.

"Oh, how I wish I had followed that day! I would have inhaled the love potion too," John said, his tone light but his eyes searching for a hint of truth in James’s reaction.

"You would have broken the spell with your presence. Now shut up!" James replied, unable to hide a grin at his friend’s antics. Despite the seriousness of their lives, moments like this brought levity and laughter.

"Cutesy!" John heard, and as James turned with a smile,Lily ran up and wrapped her arms around his neck, clearly thrilled to see him.

John stood there, stunned. "I thought I escaped this oppression with the boss, but here I am, receiving another dose of it. It’s really bad to be single," he muttered, shaking his head in disbelief as he witnessed the affection between James and Lily.

Just then, Lily turned to look at John before shifting her gaze back to James, her eyes sparkling with mischief and curiosity.

"This is John, my cousin," James introduced, trying to maintain some semblance of normalcy despite the playful atmosphere.

"You can call me ’Big Bro,’" John added with a wink, attempting to inject some humor into the situation, but it fell flat under James’s disapproving glare.

"Stop that," James said coldly, the protective instinct kicking in as he shot John a warning look. "Practice your rizz with someone else."

"I’m not rizzing her," John finally said, turning to Lily with a playful grin. "Can I call you ’Little Sis’?"

Lily giggled at his words, the sound light and infectious, instantly warming the atmosphere. "Sure, if you promise not to be a pain," she replied, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

James’s expression darkened as he narrowed his eyes at John. "What? After all, nobody can resist my charm," John boasted, brushing his hair back with a dramatic flourish, a self-assured grin plastered on his face.

James smirked, crossing his arms over his chest.

"And you’re still single,"