CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO: “LET’S MAKE A BABY.”

THE NEXT DAY... 11:33 AM ~MAE~ Each time scenes from last night flash in my head, the hatred for myself and Charles multiplies. Throughout last night, I couldn't sleep a wink or eat anything. I felt my temperature rise and sighed. George had called several times and sent me multiple texts, but I couldn't give a response to any of them. After brushing my teeth, I descended the stairs feeling a throbbing headache and knew I was getting sick. While the maids cleaned the house, I prepared coffee and entered the kitchen. At that point, I knew I wasn't in the right state of mind. My cheeks were filled with dried tears, and my hair was badly ruffled and tangled. Gulping the contents of the coffee cup at a time, I walked back to the sitting room slowly and tiredly. I'd expected the coffee to make me feel better, but instead, it worsened matters. I felt more uncomfortable. “I guess the boss' wife is pregnant; she's been acting weird lately." I heard one of the maids whisper to another, a