CEO's Tears Over Pregnancy Test Discovery

Jamie's clothes were torn to shreds. She didn't resist as she knew it would be useless and would only make things worse. The more anger she provoked, the harder her days became. But her unresponsive, puppet-like demeanor only further irritated Ben. "Are you even alive?" he snapped.

"What do you want me to do?" Jamie whispered, her voice thick with frustration.

"Do exactly what you did in those photos, but in front of me right now."

The memory of those humiliating poses flooded back, making her wish, just for a second, that her heart would simply stop, ending the torment.

"I saved every one of those photos. You don't want Charlie to see them, do you...?"

to sit up. She had no choice. For her

did he leave, heading to the office after a quick shower, catching a few hours

the ceiling in the dim morning

she finally got up, covering the marks on her neck with foundation and pulling on a high-necked blouse. Downstairs, Winnie was

handing her a plate with

late nights weren't because she was mindlessly scrolling on her phone, but rather because someone else had been pushing her far past her

up with you eventually," Winnie went on. "You might not feel it now, but someday, all those missed hours will show. Better to take care of yourself while you can." Winnie set a small bottle of liquid iron supplement beside Jamie's plate. "This is for boosting iron levels. Jack bought it for me,

didn't want to take anything