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.

face in her hair, inhaling deeply. "Mmm, you smell amazing, my dear. You're getting your divorce next week, right? How about you marry me on the

away!" Lydia kicked backward, trying to land

fingers along it. "Looks like you're eager to be with

ceiling, a romantic dinner, and candles. But Lydia was being "difficult." A

even harder, his hand inching up her leg. "Once we're husband and wife, would you really be able to send me to prison? By tomorrow,

own child a

a woman would ultimately cave, softened by the bond with her child, no matter how tough she

hissed, realizing just how much stronger he was. She couldn't pull her leg free, so she frantically fumbled inside her bag for her pepper

in there, but the more panicked she felt, the harder it was to find