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!”

told you already. I don’t want this child,

echoed in her mind, the coldness of his question stinging like a fresh wound. How 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 way, his focus remained

gaze locked on her daughter. “Monica, I warned you about him. I told you he

late for what?”

legacy. If 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.”

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Chapter 67

already spinning with ideas of how to turn this child into a payday. Monica’s face hardened as she shook her head. “This is exactly why I didn’t want to tell you I’m pregnant,” she muttered more to herself than Amalia. This is exactly

deepened.

sharply, brushing past her mother. She couldn’t bear to stay in the same room any longer. “Forget it.

forward, blocking her path. “You think running away solves anything? Do you

from them. No money, 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

lived long enough to know the value of practicality. Running

“Your Izzy wouldn’t come back, Mom,” Monica said. “After everything, don’t think that she will

“You-”

about to say more, the doorbell rang. The two women

“Is there something you need?” she asked the man

am looking for Miss Amalia-”

do you need?” she asked,

and I work for Alcaraz and Co. I am here to serve you this eviction notice