Chapter 6

Damien came home the next day with a new ring, only to be shocked by the wreckage of the house.

His first thought was that Anya had been in danger.

But no matter how many times he called, no one answered.

Suppressing his panic, he checked the security footage and saw Anya leaving with a suitcase last night.

He wanted to chase after her but was stopped by Chloe.

"Damien, Anya has such a temper! I just said she couldn't have kids, and she actually ran away."

Damien froze. "What do you mean?"

Chloe didn't notice Damien's darkening mood and continued her snide remarks. "I was so happy about being pregnant with your baby that I wanted to share the joy with Anya, but I didn't expect her to be so petty."

"A worthless hen who can't even lay an egg, what's she putting on airs for..."

Chloe's words were cut short as Damien grabbed her by the throat.

His expression was sinister. "Who gave you the guts to flaunt yourself in front of her? I told you to keep quiet, are you deaf?!"

Chloe had never seen Damien so fierce; it was as if the gentle man she'd intimately spent the night with was someone else entirely.

Her face turned beet red, and she was on the verge of suffocating when he finally let go.

"Damien, I didn't do anything! Don't be so mean to me..."

Damien didn't soothe her as he usually would. Instead, he warned her in a low voice, "I'm telling you one more time. You're just a plaything. The child in your belly will call Anya 'Mom' someday. Don't desire what doesn't belong to you!"

Chloe trembled with fright, crying and apologizing to Damien.

Just as Damien was growing incredibly irritated, he received a call from Anya.

He took a deep breath, trying to soften his tone, but what he heard was an unmistakably intimate sound.

Damien instantly exploded, his voice deep and cold. "Anya Thompson, what are you doing? Who are you with?!"

My heart skipped a beat. I pushed Julian’s head, which was buried in my chest, away, my gaze falling on the phone I’d accidentally brushed.