Bound to my Enemy novel Chapter 257

Chapter 257: Chapter 257.

"Did you get me fucking pregnant?!"

Silence. Complete silence.

Zane freezes. For one long second he just stares at me, like his brain completely stopped working.

Then:

"What?"

The word comes out almost breathless.

I’m shaking now.

"You heard me!"

His eyes search my face rapidly. Then lower briefly toward my stomach before snapping back up again.

"You’re pregnant?"

"I asked you a question!"

"Elaine...."

"Did you do something?!" My voice cracks slightly from emotion. "Did you mess with my pills or something?!"

The second the accusation leaves my mouth, something changes in his face.

Not anger.

Shoc. Pure shock

"What the fuck?"

"You tell me!"

"Who told you that?"

I cross my arms tightly over myself.

"So it’s possible?"

"No!"

The answer comes instantly Offended.

Zane stares at me like he genuinely can’t believe what he’s hearing. Emotion climbs painfully into my throat.

"Then how am I pregnant?!"

His entire expression shifts again at the confirmation. The reality of it finally lands fully between us and suddenly neither of us speaks.

We just stare at each other, breathing hard.

My heart pounds painfully against my ribs while too many emotions fight inside me at once.

Zane looks completely blindsided, like this wasn’t something he expecte

I turn sharply and storm out of the office before he can say another word.

"Elaine."

I ignore him. My chest feels too tight and my emotions too loud. I hear his footsteps behind me almost immediately Of course he’s following me.

I spin around halfway down the hallway, pointing a finger straight at him.

"Don’t even think about it."

Zane stops instantly.

His face is still filled with shock from everything I just screamed at him in his office, but now there’s something else too.

Concern.

Like he’s trying not to make things worse.

"I just want to talk."

"I don’t!"

My voice cracks slightly and that only makes me angrier.i turn immediately and continue toward our room before he can say anything else.

The second I get inside, I slam the door shut behind me hard enough to rattle the walls.

A second later I hear Zane stop outside the room.

Silence follows. Which somehow makes tears burn harder behind my eyes.

"Fuck!"

I throw my bag carelessly across the room before climbing onto the bed.

Then finally I break. Angry tears spill down my face fast and hot while frustration crashes through me all over again.

I hit the mattress hard with my fists.

Again and again.

"This is so unfair!"

The words come out broken and shaky.

I bury my face briefly into one of the pillows trying to breathe through the storm of emotions tearing through me.

I’m pregnant, actually pregnant. My body suddenly feels unfamiliar, like it belongs to somebody else now.

I cry until my head starts hurting, until my breathing evens out slowl, until exhaustion finally replaces the sharp edge of panic.

The room becomes quiet afterward except for the sound of my sniffles. I stare blankly toward the ceiling for a long time.

Then slowly...My thoughts start shifting, because ecause underneath all the fear and confusion...There’s another truth too, one I’ve spent years trying not to think about too deeply and convincing myself other wise.

I have always wanted children. Always. I just never let myself truly dream about it.

Not when I was sick. Not when every doctor looked at me with pity hidden behind professional smiles.

Not when I genuinely believed I was dying.

How could I bring a child into the world knowing I might not stay long enough to raise them? How could I love a baby only to leave them behind?

That fear buried the dream before I ever allowed it to fully exist.

But now...i slowly place a hand over my stomach and my breath catches softly.

There could actually be a baby there...a tiny little person.

Mine...my vhild.

The thought no longer feels terrifying in this moment. Just overwhelming and emotional.

My eyes sting again but differently this time

"Oh God," I whisper quietly.

A watery laugh escapes me suddenly because despite everything...Despite the panic and the fear, despite how chaotic and complicated my life is...i already know something with complete certainty, that my child would be loved beyond reason, spoile absolutely rotten. I smile faintly through lingering tears while rubbing my stomach gently.

"Your parents are a mess already," I mumble softly. "Poor thing."

——-

I sit there on the bed for a long moment, phone still in my hand, thumb hovering over Lucas’s contact. My mind keeps circling the same thought over and over again.

Noah and Lucas are going to lose their minds.

Caleb... Caleb will probably just stare at me for a long time and say something like, "Hell yeah I’m gonna be an uncle."

I exhale sharply.

"Fuck."

I finally press call. It rings twice before Lucas picks up.

"Elaine?"

His voice is calm, but alert in that way that tells me he’s already switched into work mode.

"Hey," I say, trying to sound normal and failing immediately.

There’s a pause.

"You sound weird," he says.

"Thanks."

"That wasn’t a compliment."

I lean back against the headboard.

"I need you at the house tomorrow."

Another pause.

"Why?"

"I just... need you here."

His tone shifts slightly.

"What happened?"

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