My BFF’s “Gift” for My Daughter? She’s Pregnant With MY Husband’s Baby! Chapter 17
Olivia woke up three days after surgery.
The second her eyes opened, Derek shot up from the chair-hadn’t left her side once.
“Liv. You’re awake. Does anything hurt?”
Olivia blinked slowly. Under the blanket, her hands curled into fists.
Beat of silence.
Then she shook her head. Looked at him, confused:
“Who are you?”
Derek froze.
Then hope exploded in his chest.
For three days he’d rehearsed apologies. Explanations. Prepared himself to chase her all over again.
Never thought she’d actually forget everything.
This was his chance. A clean slate.
He forced himself to sound calm:
“I’m your husband. We just got our marriage license last week. Wedding’s at the end of the month.”
Paused:
“But you fell off the roof a few days ago-were looking at stars. Just got out of surgery. Need some recovery time. Once you’re better, we’ll do the ceremony.”
Where Derek couldn’t see, Olivia’s mouth twitched into a cold smirk.
Gone in a flash.
She tilted her head, playing innocent:
“You say we’re married? Okay. Where’s the license then?”
Derek went still. Panicked.
Because he had no fucking clue where it was.
That day at city hall, Olivia had held both certificates like they were made of gold.
Then he’d shoved her out of the car. Left her there with those brand new certificates in the rain.
Olivia’s face hardened. She hit the call button for security:
“Get this scammer out of here.”
She’s Drognant With My Husband’s Baby!
“Wait-no, I’m not-”
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Derek scrambled:
“The license is at home. I’ll go get it right now.”
He bolted out of the hospital.
Tore back to the house.
Ripped through every room, every corner. Nothing.
Got back in his car. Drove to the spot where he’d kicked her out.
Pulled up.
Stood there.
Only now realizing-this place was a dump. Middle of nowhere. Broken intersection surrounded by trash.
He started digging through garbage cans. Searching corners.
A homeless guy watching him muttered:
“What’s wrong with young people these days? Few days ago, some girl was rolling around in the rain here. Now this guy in a suit’s digging through trash.”
Derek’s chest seized up.
Couldn’t breathe.
Couldn’t let himself imagine what Olivia had gone through that day-betrayed, then thrown out into a storm. How broken she must’ve been.
He searched faster. Harder.
Still nothing.
Finally pulled some strings. Got the contact for whoever managed this dump.
Hours later-buried in filth-he found them.
The marriage licenses.
No longer bright red.
Now stained. Reeking.
Just like their marriage.
Looked perfect on the surface.
Rotten underneath.
