She Was Pregnant?

Don slid out of his sleek BMW, Tyson shadowing him like a specter. 

As he lifted his gaze, he spotted Katrina emerging from her car. 

A self-satisfied smile spread across his face as he strode towards her, his confidence growing like a divine aura. 

It was like the hushed moment before a storm overtake a ship completely. 

With each step, they moved closer, but the emotional gap between them grew bigger. 

Katrina spoke first, her voice screaming sarcasm, "You look sharp. I didn't know you dressed up just for me too, I thought it was just for business purpose only." 

Her driver slammed her car door shut then handed the key over to her.

Her words came with disdain as she chuckled in between. "I guess you can't resist a chance to show off. You're always so polished, so perfect... but we both know it's all just a facade, don't we?"

"Facade?" Don echoed, a knowing smile spreading across his face, though he chose not to press the issue.

Katrina's body language betrayed her, her movements stiff and rigid. Her eyes narrowed, her gaze piercing as she asked, "What's with the fancy outfit? Trying to impress someone?"

Don chuckled, his eyes locked on hers. "Just making a good impression on my first day, that's all. Hopefully, it won't... distract you." He paused, awaiting her response, his gaze never wavering.

Her hair rippled like silk as she flicked it back, the falling locks settling onto her shoulder. 

Katrina's mind echoed Emily's words of advice, "Accept his request and make him regret ever letting you go. Make him wish he'd never made that mistake." 

She was walking a thin line, fueled by a desire for revenge and a need to protect her heart from both Brock and Don.

Her mother had given her six months to get a spouse. She wasn't planning to spend the rest of her life with Don or Brock, so she scheduled sometime for a blind date. 

"I'm sure you're eager to make a good impression," Katrina said, her tone deceptively calm, "but I'll be the one deciding whether you succeed or not." 

The challenge in her words was unmistakable, and for a moment, Don's confidence wavered.

As she stepped into her office, the familiar scent of old books and dust enveloped her, providing a fleeting sense of discomfort, knowing she had a lot of work to do. 

She sighed as she saw the cluttered landscape of her desk, where stacks of files and books threatened to topple over. 

The door burst open, and Emily swept into the room, her infectious energy and enthusiasm radiating like a whirlwind. 

"Hey, Kat! I've missed you!" she chirped, plopping down in the chair opposite Katrina's desk with a bright smile.

Katrina raised an eyebrow, amused by Emily's dramatic entrance. "It's not as if I took a leave or something. I've been right here," she said dryly.

Emily's grin never wavered. "Oh, come on! You know what I mean. How's the Don situation?" She leaned in, her eyes showing curiosity. 

Katrina feigned innocence, though she knew exactly what Emily was fishing for. "What situation?"

Emily threw up her hands, her expression a mix of amusement and frustration. "Don't play dumb, Kat! You called me, remember? Your mom dropped a bombshell, asking you to choose between Don and Brock."

Katrina's gaze dropped, her voice drowning with resignation. "What was I supposed to do?"

Emily's leaned in, her voice barely above a whisper. "So, who's the lucky guy?"

Katrina hesitated, unsure of how to respond. Her decision was important to Emily, and she couldn't bring herself to meet Emily's expectant gaze.

"Do you really think I'd consider choosing between them?" Katrina asked, thinking Emily knew her too well before. 

"I'd rather start fresh with someone new than make a choice between two people who've already hurt me. As far as I'm concerned, Don is a closed chapter." 

"Closed chapter?" Emily repeated, Katrina could have swore she saw Emily smiled triumphantly as she repeated that, but she ignored her.

The memories of Don resurfaced, a deep scar on her heart that had almost healed, but his return had ripped the wound open once more.

A faint creak from the door made both women freeze, their eyes locked on the entrance.

"Who's there?" Emily called out. 

The only response was a heavy footfall, followed by a complete silence. It was as if the intruder had vanished. 

Katrina frowned thinking who that could have been. Who was spying on them? And what were they after? 

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....... 

Tyson stood in the doorway, his chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath. His eyes were wide, and his face was pale.

Don's eyebrow arched, his expression shining with curiosity and suspicion. "What is it?" he asked, his voice low and commanding. "What did you find out?"

Tyson took a deep breath before relaying what he had overheard. "Katrina was talking to someone," he said, his voice low but audible. "They were discussing her marriage... and it sounds like she has to choose between you and Brock."

Don's eyes widened, and he leaned forward, his interest feeling hungry. "What was her decision?" he asked, his voice urgent. 

Don's expression darkened, his curiosity giving way to anger as he glared at Tyson, demanding an answer. 

Tyson shifted uncomfortably. 

He hesitated, reluctant to fuel the fire. "She...she didn't choose either of you," he stammered. 

"And even if she had to choose, I'm not sure it would have been you." The words cut through Don like a knife. 

A throbbing headache erupted behind his eyes, the weight of disappointment crushing him. 

Tyson stood frozen, hands splayed against the desk, his eyes wide and chest heaving.

Just then, Katrina burst into the room, her eyes shining with fury. 

"What is the meaning of this?" she demanded, her accusing finger pointed squarely at Tyson.

Don's expression transformed from calm to surprised, his eyebrows rising in feigned innocence. "What's going on?" he asked. 

Her gaze shifted from Tyson to Don. "Tyson, excuse us," Don said, his voice firm but polite.

Tyson bowed lightly to both of them before beating a hasty retreat, leaving the two alone.

Katrina got angrier, her voice accusing. "I thought we agreed to keep our personal lives separate and focus on the company's growth. So, why was your spy eavesdropping on my conversation?"

A cold sweat breaking out on his brow, he stood frozen, his mouth agape, unable to speak. 

He took a deep breath, summoning the courage to break the silence.

"Do you really hate me that much?" he asked, his voice trembling, his eyes wide with disbelief. 

His eyeballs shook, as if on the verge of falling out.

"I was wrong to leave you, and I'm willing to own up to that. Can't you find it in your heart to forgive me and give me a second chance?"

She scoffed. 

Katrina's eyes flashed with anger and hurt, her voice quavering with emotion. "You have no idea what that day cost me," she said, her words accompanied with pain. 

"I was so happy, and you crushed me. You turned the best day of my life into the worst. I came to you with hope, with a letter in my hand, but you ripped it away and replaced it with divorce papers. Your actions spoke louder than any words could have." her voice was traveling almost on the same lane as the speed of light. 

She struggled to keep her tears behind the bars.

His eyes widened in stunned silence, his body frozen as Katrina's words hit him with the force of a physical blow. 

A physical blow would have even been better.

His mouth flapped open, but no sound emerged, as if the air had been violently sucked from the room, leaving him struggling to breathe.

When he finally found his voice, his words tumbled out in a stutter, his legs trembling beneath him as if they might collapse at any moment. 

"W-what... what did you l-lose?" he stammered, his voice barely audible.

Her voice trembled as she whispered, "Pregnancy..." The word seemed to crack with anguish, as if the mere pronunciation was too much to bear. 

With labored breath, she continued, "I brought the doctor's results, but the shock and pain you inflicted on me... it costed me everything." 

Each word felt like a heavy burden, spoken with a slow, mournful ton

e. 

Her face was pale, her eyes dulled by sorrow. Don's heart sank, overwhelmed with guilt.

He regretted posing the question.