Page 19 of Pregnant By A Rich Demon 3

I hung up and sat there for a moment, staring at the phone in my hand.

One step down.

But I wasn’t done yet.

I scrolled through my contacts until I found the name I was looking for.

Simone Brown, Esq.

The attorney who’d been assigned to protect my interests under the surrogacy contract. The one Amai had explicitly outline in the contract, back when this was supposed to be simple. Back when I was supposed to be nothing more than a surrogate. Back before everything got so fucking complicated.

I’d only spoken to her once just to introduce myself in the beginning.

I dialed her number.

She answered on the second ring.

“Ms. Brown speaking.”

“Hi, this is Truth Renois. We spoke a few months ago about the surrogacy contract with Amai Landry.”

“Of course, Ms. Renois. How can I help you?”

I closed my eyes and forced myself to say the words.

“I need to invoke the protection clauses in the contract. Effective immediately, all communication between me and Amai Landry—or anyone in the Landry family—needs to go through you. Legal channels only. No direct contact unless I initiate it.”

There was a pause.

“Ms. Renois, has something happened? Are you safe?”

Why did everyone keep asking me that?

“I’m safe,” I said, though I wasn’t sure I believed it. “But the situation has changed. I found out today that I’m carrying twins. And I found out that Amai is married. And I found out that his brother’s sperm was also used in the procedure without my knowledge or consent.”

“Jesus Christ.”

“Yeah.”

I heard her exhale sharply. “Okay. Okay, we need to move quickly. I’m going to file an emergency motion to enforce the contract’s confidentiality and autonomy clauses. That means the Landrys can’t make any decisions about your medical care, your pregnancy, or your living situation without your explicit consent. And all communication goes through me.”

“Good.”

“I’ll also need to know—do you feel threatened? Do you need a restraining order?”

I thought about Amai’s face when I’d told him I was done. The way his jaw had tightened. The way his eyes had darkened.

But he hadn’t tried to stop me.

He’d let me leave.

“Not yet,” I said. “But I want the option if I need it.”

“Understood. I’ll have the paperwork ready by end of day tomorrow. In the meantime, do not engage with any member of the Landry family. If they contact you, refer them to me. Do you understand?”

“I understand.”

“Good. And Ms. Renois?”