ghts for a lengthy pause. Just as Renee braced herself for another onslaught of bold accusations, William

ntleness could be. After what felt like an eternity of torment, Renee b

nstantly. Throughout the night, she drifted in a half-co

th fresh and lingering memories, her mind adrift in contemplation. She turned towards the c

evious night's passions. That was when she saw it-a post from Sylvia on Instagram, unmistakably cap

against the wall. Despite the force, the

ting piece of shit!" she snar

ent a struggle. That scumbag had really done a number on her. Yet, he felt no pain a

y each throbbing ache and th

was a glarin

e maid's timid voice filtering through. "Mrs. Mitchell, are you up?

with his mistress, why even bother sending the maid? She i

u. No need for that," Renee ca

sistent. "Mrs. Mitchell, Mr. Mitchell also specifically prep

open the door and peered out. "What pill?"

st night..." The maid t

s control snapped like a rope s

angerously on the e

raceptive pill after each of their intimate encounters. The thought of startin

self, but it felt different, almost intrusive,

hick with resolve. "Tell that scumbag that if I get pregna

ed the door with a resounding thud, t

g through the room for the pills she bought before,

oft linens. As sleep tugged at her consciousness, her mind seethed with curses aimed at William. She pondered hi

ng out to Renee, only to be met with silence. His inquiries led him to discover her recent escapades, including the escorts she'd taken to keepi

via sat uncomfortably as the do

a, you're perfectly fine. By the w

ff guard, a flush of embarra

Doctor, should she be taking any extra precauti

nor denied, preserv

r she likes. Be grateful she's not constantly battling nausea. She's dealing with

tor." William's response was polit

office. She was cradling her belly gently, her expression

barely audible escapi

heartbeat." Sylvia's voice trembled with

pressing down on him. "Sylvia, you sho

es as she implored him, "William, I want this baby. Please, let me keep it. D

this decision to keep the

corner of the corridor, arms folded, her presence like a specter at a feast. Her stance and piercing gaze left no d