Page 96 of Pregnant By A Rich Demon 3

And, somehow, I ended up at Amai’s house in the Garden District.

His truck wasn’t in the driveway yet.

Still at Truth’s.

Still in her bed.

I parked on the street and waited, my jaw clenched so tight my teeth ached.

Hours later, Amai’s truck pulled into the circular driveway.

He stepped out, moving slow, his shirt untucked, his hair disheveled in a way that made it obvious where he’d been.

What he’d been doing.

I got out of my car and crossed the street, my footsteps heavy on the pavement.

Amai saw me and stopped, his hand resting on the truck door, his expression unreadable.

“Kaisen.”

“You signed the papers,” I said, my voice flat.

“I did.”

“When were you going to tell me?”

Amai closed the truck door and leaned against it, arms crossed. “Why would I? It’s not your business.”

“It is when it affects Truth.”

“Truth made her choice.” His voice was calm. “You need to accept that.”

“She didn’t choose,” I said, stepping closer. “You manipulated her. You lied to her. You made her think she didn’t have options.”

“I gave her every option.” Amai’s eyes narrowed. “I told her the truth. I told her about Yahmaria, about the marriage, about everything. And she still chose to be here. With me.”

“Because you made her dependent on you.”

“No.” Amai pushed off the truck, closing the distance between us. “Because I showed her who I really am. And she decided that was enough.”

“Enough?” I laughed, bitter and sharp. “You think this is over? You think once we handle Victor and Rahsaan, everything just goes back to normal? That you get to play house with Truth while I—what? Disappear?”

“That’s exactly what I think.”

The certainty in his voice made my blood boil.

“We need to settle this. Once Victor and Rahsaan are dead, we settle the matter of Truth.”

Amai’s expression shifted—something cold and lethal sliding into place.

“Truth is not a matter to be settled.”

“Then what is she?”

“She’s a person.” His voice was quiet, but there was steel beneath it. “With her own agency. Her own choices. And she chose me, Kaisen. Not you. Me.”

“She chose you because you didn’t give her a real choice!” I stepped closer, my fists clenched. “You isolated her. You made her afraid. You convinced her that being with you was the only way to stay safe.”