Page 14 of Pregnant By A Rich Demon 3

I snatched the phone off the nightstand and answered.

“What do you want, Kaisen?”

There was a pause on the other end, like he hadn’t expected me to pick up. Or maybe he hadn’t expected the ice in my voice.

“Truth.” His voice was low, careful. “I’ve been trying to reach you. Are you okay?”

“Am I okay?” I laughed, but there was no humor in it. “No, Kaisen. I’m not okay. But I’m sure you already know that.”

“I heard about the clinic,” he said quietly. “I heard about⁠—”

“About the twins?” I cut him off, my voice sharp. “About Winston walking in with Amai’s wife? About me finding out in front of a room full of people that the man I’ve been sleeping with has been married this entire time?”

Kaisen was silent.

“Yeah,” I continued, my voice rising. “I’m sure you heard all about it. The question is—why didn’t you tell me before it happened?”

“Truth—”

“You knew.” My voice cracked, and I hated that it did. I hated that even now, even after everything, I could still feel the sting of betrayal. “You knew Amai was married, and you didn’t say a word.”

“It wasn’t my business to tell,” Kaisen said, and I could hear the defensiveness creeping into his tone.

“Bullshit.”

The word came out hard, final, and I heard him exhale on the other end of the line.

“It wasn’t my place⁠—”

“Don’t give me that,” I snapped. “You’ve been in my ear for weeks, Kaisen. Telling me Amai isn’t what he seems. Telling me he’s dangerous. Telling me I need to be careful around him. You’ve been talking down on your brother every chance you get, painting yourself as the good guy, the safe option, the one who actually gives a damn about me.”

“I do give a damn about you⁠—”

“Then why didn’t you warn me?” My voice broke, and I pressed my hand to my chest, trying to steady my breathing. “If you really cared about me, Kaisen, you would’ve told me. You would’ve pulled me aside and said, ‘Hey, Truth, just so you know—Amai’s married. You’re walking into a mess.’ But you didn’t. You let me find out at that clinic, in front of his wife, in front of his father, in front of a doctor who’s probably been complicit in this whole nightmare from the start.”

“I didn’t know Winston was going to do that,” Kaisen said, his voice tight. “I didn’t know he was going to bring Yahmaria to the clinic. If I had⁠—”

“You still wouldn’t have told me.” I stood up, pacing the room, the towel slipping slightly, but I didn’t care. “Because telling me would’ve meant losing your advantage. It would’ve meant I’d see you for what you really are.”

“And what’s that?”

“No better than your brother.”

The silence that followed was deafening.

I could hear Kaisen breathing on the other end of the line, slow and controlled, like he was trying to keep himself from exploding.

“That’s not fair,” he said finally.

“Fair?” I laughed again, bitter and raw. “You want to talk about fair? You think any of this is fair, Kaisen? You think it’s fair that I was used as an incubator without my knowledge? That two men’s sperm was used in my body without my consent? That I’ve been lied to, manipulated, and controlled by an entire family who sees me as nothing more than a vessel for their legacy?”

“I never saw you that way⁠—”

“But you didn’t stop it either.” My voice was steady now, cold. “You knew what was happening. You knew about the fertility clinic. You knew about the sperm swap. And instead of being honest with me, you played your own game. You positioned yourself as the alternative. The safe choice. The man who’d treat me better than Amai ever could.”

“I would treat you better⁠—”

“By lying to me?” I shot back. “By keeping secrets? By letting me walk into a trap because it served your agenda? You’re no better than Amai!”