CEO's Tears Over Pregnancy Test Discovery

Lydia looked outside. The once-bustling street was now eerily quiet. It was rush hour. Vendors should have been seizing the moment to rake in profits, not closing shop all at once. The only explanation? Eugene had orchestrated it all.

"You're truly despicable," Lydia's disgust deepened.

Eugene, far from being ashamed, looked proud. "Thanks for the compliment. I paid each vendor two thousand dollars to clear out. Now, you have two options: willingly be with me, or be forced to." One way or another, he was determined to have Lydia.

Lydia's hand moved to her bag's zipper as she scoffed. "I'm not choosing either."

She was human, not about to be treated like a captive animal. Eyeing her chance, she began to unzip her bag to retrieve her pepper spray, but Eugene moved in, wrapping his arms around her from the side.

inhaling deeply. "Mmm, you smell amazing, my dear. You're getting your divorce next week,

kicked backward, trying to land

like you're eager to be with

with rose petals, a starry ceiling, a romantic dinner, and candles. But Lydia was being "difficult." A wild cat like her needed to be "tamed" to learn her place. "Eugene!" Lydia fumed. "Do you realize

we're husband and wife, would you really be able to send

own child a

cave, softened by

I truly regret ever being friends with you. Calling you an animal is an insult to animals," Lydia hissed, realizing just

panicked she felt, the harder