The Billionaire's Ex-Mistress

‘I-I am pregnant with your child Sandro!’ She had repeated those words a hundred times in her head and yet now that the man was sitting I front of her on the dinning table, eating the food she had prepared for him so painstakingly, the words just wouldn’t come! She looked longingly at the glass of red wine kept beside her plate and wished she could just take a gulp or two, to get some liquid courage if nothing else. But opted for the cool glass of water instead to wet her patched throat. She and Alessandro had been in a relationship for almost a year now. She shouldn’t be this nervous in front of him. And yet her handsome billionaire had this magnetic effect that sometimes leaves her tongue tied. “Sandro..we-we need to talk.” She said instead. Her eyes lowered at her plate but she was fully aware that for some reason he was just as tensed as she was. ‘Had he already guessed?’ she noticed that he had barely touched anything on his plate. He nodded. “You are right we need to talk! We can’t go on like this anymore!” He suddenly stood up. Grace’s brows furrowed in confusion. ‘What was he talking about?’ “I am getting married next month!” His tanned face had suddenly gone stoically cold. “To Francesca Rossi, the daughter of a business partner….I hope you will understand that our liaison must come to an end now.” Grace couldn’t breathe. God! She couldn’t breathe! “Don’t worry….I won’t be leaving you high and dry of course. You can keep this apartment as a parting gift or the beach house in Malibu if you like….I have already asked my assistant to prepare the deeds to change it to your name.” And suddenly Grace wanted to die!