CEO's Tears Over Pregnancy Test Discovery

Jamie stayed silent, tears streaming down her face. Once she had gathered all the money, Ben threw a piece of clothing at her. "Put it on, right here in front of me."

She glanced at it and felt a surge of shame. There was hardly any fabric at all, mostly black lace, sheer and revealing. If this were a moment of intimacy, she might not have minded the outfit as much, but right now, it felt purely degrading. "Aren't you going to change? Or do you need my help?" Ben's gaze was unyielding, making her feel exposed.

They had been physically close many times, but she couldn't bring herself to change in front of him like this. Quietly, she asked, "Can I at least change in the other room?"

"In your sister's room, perhaps?" he replied sharply, his patience gone. Without waiting for her consent, he grabbed her shirt and ripped it apart. "I'll say it again. Change. Now."

She had no choice but to comply. With the living room windows open, she could feel the cold air on her skin, amplifying her discomfort.

After she was dressed, Ben pulled her into the kitchen, positioning her at the counter. He stood behind her, hands on her as she washed vegetables.

her and having his way with her from behind, leaving her with little choice but

barely able to hold steady, and her hands trembled as she tried to slice, resulting in uneven, clumsy

in the living room, drawing closer. "Jack, I just took a quick nap.

in and

no move to release her as he calmly answered

way, have you seen my sister? She's not in her room. Did she

shame and embarrassment. She wished she was somewhere else, rather than here in the kitchen, being physically manipulated and controlled by Ben in an intense,

Ben replied, dismissing the topic and ignoring Winnie

Ben alone with Jamie in the kitchen. After a long, agonizing while, he finally released her. He glanced over the marks left on