Mr. Villain's Lovely Wife

Chapter 67

“You are what now!?” Amalia’s eyes widened at her daughter’s words. “P–Pregnant? With a child?” Her gaze didn’t leave Monica’s stomach. Her lips pressed together tightly as if she was weighing the storm of emotions building inside her. Finally, she broke the silence. “What are you going to do now, Monica? Did you tell Calen? Or his parents?”

Monica turned to the counter and reached for the wine bottle sitting there. “No, I didn’t,” she said flatly. She pulled a glass toward her, but before the wine could flow, Amalia snatched the glass from her hand.

“Have you lost your mind?” Amalia exclaimed, setting the glass down with a firm clink. “You’re pregnant, Monica. What are you doing drinking wine? Are you trying to hurt your own child

Monica’s eyes darkened as she looked at her mother. “I don’t want this child,” she said simply as she tried to grab the glass, but her mother slap her wrist. Her face turned ugly.

Amalia took a step back as if the words had physically struck her. Her eyes searched Monica’s face, but the shock was plain. “You don’t want…” Her gaze dropped to Monica’s stomach, disbelief clouding her features. “Does Calen know about this?”

Monica shook her head. “And he doesn’t need to,” she replied coldly. “I don’t need him or his family meddling in my They’d only ny to fix this their way, and I’m not letting them.”

life.

Amalia frowned, her fingers pressing against her temple as if to stave off an impending headache. “Monica, you could use this opportunity,” she said cautiously. “This child could bring you and Calen together. You could make him take responsibility.”

Monica snorted, her laugh bitter and short. “Are you serious? Do you think this is the eighties or something? People don’t get married over a baby anymore. The only thing they’re capable of doing is dangling their money in my face and then taking my child away. Why should I even give them that chance? Why should I let this child live?”

Amalia’s mouth opened, but no words came out. She stared at her daughter, speechless.

“Calen’s already asked me how much I need to disappear so he can take Izzy back–that bitch!” Monica’s voice cracked with anger. “Izzy was just like them. All they care about is money!” She turned to her mother. “That’s the kind of man he is, Mom. Do you think a child is going to change that?” She snorted. “It’s all about money with him and his family. They don’t care about people. They care about appearances, about controlling everything. And you want me to tie myself to that? To let my child be their pawn?”

“But Monica–this is your child. It’s your blood. You can’t just-“Amalia wasn’t able to finish her words when Monica suddenly turned and started walking toward her room. Amalia immediately grabbed her daughter’s arm. “Don’t you dare walk away while I’m still talking! I need an explanation!”

to explain? I told you already. I don’t want this child, and I don’t need Calen

much de you want? It was as if she and the child were just another transaction, another inconvenience for him to sweep aside. His dismissiveness hurt more than she wanted to admit. Even with a child on the

frowned, releasing Monica’s arm but keeping her gaze locked on her daughter. “Monica, I warned you about him. I told you he wasn’t the kind of man you could depend on. But it’s not

too late

Calen won’t step up, she will. And it doesn’t matter if you don’t want to raise the baby. Let them take it.” She paused, glancing at Monica. “As long as they compensate you. You could start fresh, maybe in Europe. Paris? Rome? Doesn’t

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payday. Monica’s face hardened as she shook her head. “This is exactly why I didn’t want to tell you

frown deepened.

She couldn’t bear to stay in the same room any longer. “Forget it. I’m done with this

path. “You think running away solves anything? Do you have any idea how difficult that will

no deals, no strings.” She jabbed a finger at her mother. “You wouldn’t understand, though, would you? You’ve always been like this. Always looking for an

lecture me! I’ve lived long enough to know the value of practicality. Running off with no plan isn’t brave–it’s reckless. You’ll regret it.

right. Izzy again. “Your Izzy wouldn’t come back, Mom,” Monica said. “After

“You-”

more, the doorbell rang. The two women looked toward the

the door and opened it. “Is there something you

looking for

do you need?” she

for Alcaraz and Co. I am here to