Hiding His Twins From The Underboss
Chapter 5
Addison POV
The harsh fluorescence of the hospital lights was blinding, searing against my retinas.
I tried to shield my face, but my hands were heavy, wrapped in thick layers of gauze.
Useless.
The door creaked open, and a nurse stepped in.
She hesitated at the threshold, her fingers nervous against her clipboard.
"Mrs... Miss Addison?" she asked.
"Addison," I rasped. "Just Addison."
"The doctor stitched your hands," she said, her voice soft. "You will have scars. But no nerve damage."
"Okay," I said, staring at the ceiling. "Can I go?"
"There is something else," she said.
She looked down at her clipboard, avoiding my eyes.
"We ran some blood tests. Routine."
She paused, and the silence stretched too thin.
"You are pregnant, Addison. About six weeks."
The room seemed to spin.
Pregnant.
Six weeks ago.
The timeline crashed into me. The night before Bernard left the cabin.
The night he swore he loved me.
A baby.
His baby.
Panic clawed at my throat, choking me.
I couldn't have a baby.
Not his.
Not in this world.
He would take it. He would claim it as property.
He would raise it to be a killer like him.
Or worse, Evelin would find out. And she would kill it.
"Who is the father?" the nurse asked gently.
"He is dead," I lied, the words tasting like ash.
Suddenly, the door burst open.
Bernard stormed in.
A storm cloud of fury clung to him, darkening the room.
He slammed the door shut behind him with a force that rattled the frame.
The nurse stifled a gasp, sidestepped him, and scrambled out of the room.
Bernard marched to the bed.
He loomed over me, sucking the oxygen out of the air.
"Is it true?" he demanded.
I looked at him.
I looked at the man who had stood by and let his fiancée destroy the only thing I ever loved.
"Are you pregnant?" he asked, his voice low and dangerous.
"Yes," I said.
His eyes dropped to my stomach.
His hand twitched at his side.
"Is it mine?" he asked.
The air in the room grew thin.
Time seemed to freeze.
This was the moment.
If I said yes, I was trapped forever.
If I said yes, my child was doomed.
"No," I said.
Bernard froze.
"What?" he whispered.
"It's not yours," I said. My voice was steady. Dead.
"You lied, Bernard. You said you were drugged. You said it meant nothing. Well, I wasn't drugged. And I wasn't faithful."
His face went pale.
Then red.
He grabbed the bed rail.
The metal groaned under his crushing grip.
"You cheated on me?" he snarled. "While I was recovering?"
"You weren't my husband," I said cold. "You were a patient. And Ben is dead. Remember?"
He stared at me.
He searched my face, desperate to find a crack in my mask.
He was searching for a lie.
But I had no love left in my eyes to give me away.
Slowly, he let go of the rail.
He reached into his jacket pocket.
He pulled out a stack of papers.
"Sign this," he said.
"What is it?"
"NDA," he said. "And a settlement. Evelin feels... generous."
I looked at the papers.
It was blood money.
I took the pen with my bandaged hand.
It hurt.
Sharp pain shot up my arm, vibrating in my bones.
But the hollow ache in my chest was far worse.
I signed my name.
I handed the papers back.
"Take it," I said.
Bernard looked at the signature.
He looked at me.
"If I see you again, Addison," he said, his voice dropping to a menacing whisper, "I will not be this kind."
I looked him dead in the eye.
"You can't hurt me, Bernard," I said.
"Why not?" he asked.
"Because I don't feel anything anymore," I said.
He flinched.
It was small.
But it was there.
He turned and walked out.
Taking all the air in the room with him.
Once the silence returned, I placed my bandaged hand gently on my stomach.
"I am sorry," I whispered to the tiny life inside me.
"I am so sorry."
"But I will not let him have you."
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