I Ctrl+Alt+Deleted My Ex and Ctrl+C'd His Uncle novel Chapter 6

**Chapter 6**

Sophie averted her gaze, the weight of his presence becoming too much to bear.

She feared that if she met his eyes, the façade she had carefully constructed would crumble, and she would be unable to resist the urge to wipe that insincere smile from his lips.

“My family would never agree to this,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper, laden with the weight of her reality. “If they discover that I’m pregnant before we’re married, there’s no way they would ever accept you into our lives.”

In an instant, Liam’s smile faltered, a flicker of something darker passing through his eyes, a shadow of doubt that made her heart race.

He was the one who had chosen to ignore the truth of her past, the fact that she had been with someone else. What right did the Chandler family have to turn their backs on him?

“Sophie…” he began, his voice laced with a feigned sense of hurt. “Do you… not want the baby?”

The ring box he had been holding slipped from his fingers, falling to his side, his expression morphing into one of wounded disappointment that pierced her heart.

“You’ve been so distant lately… Is it because of them?”

His eyes bore into hers with an intensity that made her feel exposed, as if he were trying to unravel the tangled web of her thoughts. “Do you… still want to marry me?”

Sophie’s fists tightened at her sides, a wave of emotions crashing over her as she forced a smile that felt like a mask.

He was such an exceptional actor, so adept at weaving a narrative that she had been blind to the truth.

“Of course I do,” she replied, her voice steady despite the turmoil within.

She hesitated for a fleeting moment, then reached for his hand, attempting to inject warmth into her touch. “Marrying you has always been my dream. I just… need a little time. I don’t want to hurt my parents.”

Liam continued to search her eyes, the uncertainty lingering like a storm cloud.

But then, with a shake of his head, he dispelled his doubts. Surely, she loved him too much to reconsider. Didn’t she?

“Okay. I’ll wait for you,” he declared, his grip on her hand tightening, as if anchoring himself to her. “I’ll even sign a prenup. Whatever conditions they impose. I’ll prove to them that my love for you is genuine.”

With every deceitful word he uttered, she felt a knife twist deeper into her chest, the bitterness rising like bile in her throat.

She nodded, swallowing the resentment that threatened to spill over.

There would be no “next time.”

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