Chapter 1 Being Pregnant

"You're seven weeks pregnant." The gynecologist handed me the medical test results but there was not a sliver of joy within me. How could I be pregnant? We only had sex once! Would Easton Moore drop the idea of divorcing me if he found out this? The answer was clear. He would hate me even more for using the child to coerce him. "The first trimester is very important. You must watch your diet, abstain from sex..." The doctor's words snapped me back to reality. I stuffed the report into my bag and left the hospital. I could not concentrate on my work and decided to go back to the villa. The villa was huge but it was cold and lifeless. Easton would leave the house early and come back late. Even if he was home, he would coop himself up in the study and the bedroom. He would not let me step inside either of these rooms. Surprisingly, Easton was home and sitting on the sofa. His lofty expression, chiseled features, strong jawline, and perfect thin lips make him look so handsome. God was too good to this man to bless him with both good looks and wealth. He noticed me entering the villa but continued to read his book without raising his head and said coldly, "I heard that you went to the hospital." "I wasn't feeling well," I answered. He looked up at me and appeared to be irritated. "I'm fine. It will not affect my work." I know why he was upset. The company was very busy recently and I should not be sick during this period. He looked down to continue reading for a while before speaking, "You'll be in charge of choosing the product spokesperson." Easton did not speak much and the only time we spoke was about work. "Okay," I answered. I would never reject what he tasked me to do. I am already used to it. Both of us remained silent and the ambiance in the living room became awkward. "Easton!" I grabbed the report in my bag after mustering my courage. "What?" He asked emotionlessly. "… have you had your dinner?" I swallowed the words 'I am pregnant'. It was a rare moment and I did not want to ruin it. "No, cook for us." He ordered concisely. "What? Me?" I exclaimed. "Unwilling to?" He turned to glance coldly at me. "No." I quickly stood up and asked, "How about some noodles with tomatoes and eggs?" He did not reply. His silence was agreement. I cooked for half an hour and the noodles were ready. "Have a taste, it's not too bad." I brought the bowl of noodles to him and eagerly waited for his comments. He raised his head and maintained that frosty expression. He picked up the fork and was about to eat when his cellphone rang. He looked down, answered the call, and said warmly, "What's up, Jessa?" Easton always treated Jessa Parker tenderly. "Be good and stay right there. I'll go over immediately." Easton said to her. It was not clear what Jessa said but Easton immediately appeared passionate and his eyes lit up. He hung up the call, placed down the fork, and left in a hurry. This was not the first time that it happened and I am already used to it. I sat by myself for a while until the two bowls of piping hot noodles turned cold. My tears started to flow uncontrollably as I picked up a bowl and started to eat the noodles. After eating, I went up to the bathroom to wash up and got ready for bed. Just as I was about to finish my shower, I was grabbed around my chest by a couple of cold hands and was then pulled into his embrace…