Pregnant for a soon to be married man

- Valerie's POV

"Yo—You're pregnant?" Jasmine stuttered “You are preganant!!” her high-pitched voice echoing through the room and into my already mashed brain. She screamed, pulling me into a bone-crushing hug as I gripped the pregnancy stick, harder than I would grip anything else.

"I'm pregnant?" I choked out, gasping for air as Jasmine squeezed me tighter.

"Yes!! And I'm going to be the godmother. This is the best day ever!" She squealed in excitement, finally releasing me to plant a kiss on my cheek.

But I can't be pregnant. I can't.

"Let me get us some fruit juice, since someone is banned from wine for a few months!" She exclaimed, leaving the room of my apartment penthouse. My world spun in circles, my body growing cold and breath turning ragged. How could I be pregnant when I wasn't supposed to be?

I bit my nails, trying to calm my pounding heart as fear gripped me tighter. "Drake is one lucky man!" Jasmine returned, shoving a glass of juice into my hand and forcibly clinking her glass against mine. I downed it in one go, trying to drown my anxiety.

"I can't wait for you to tell Drake. He's going to be the happiest man in the world!" she gushed.

He is not going to be the happiest anything in the world. The only thing Drake will be is furious—furious that his fake wife of three years is carrying a child that wasn't in the contract and that he didn't see coming. We had shared one night, drunk on champagne and music, ending with mind-blowing sex. Even then, I knew Drake had used a condom. So what was this? How could I jeopardize everything so carelessly?

"And think about what all of this means?" Jasmine sighed in happiness, beaming with joy. I forced a thin smile, anything to show how "happy" I was.

"You two can finally have a mini Drake and maybe even a mini Valerie. Think about it! A family of four in less than a year," she said, but the blood drained from my brain, and I wanted to faint. When I called Jasmine, saying I felt lightheaded and sick, I never expected her to bring a test strip, much less make me pee on it as a joke—only for that joke to turn into a nightmare.

Hands suddenly came from nowhere, rubbing my arms and jolting me to reality. "This could mean you and Drake can finally start afresh. You can make this last long and rekindle old flames," Jasmine said, her eyes holding worry and hope.

Despite the fear gripping me, I couldn't help but think about the padded sounds of little feet and giggles echoing in the house. I saw myself wearing an apron, making toast, kissing babies, and rocking them to sleep. Jasmine didn’t even know what I was into, yet she made me see the future in two minutes. Maybe the first and only time Drake and I had sex mattered. Maybe this was a blessing, what we needed to make everything real, and the love I had harbored for three years could come to light.

Jasmine pulled me into another hug, letting me breathe and relax as she stroked my hair. I made up my mind to tell Drake tomorrow after work.

"The number you have dialed is unreachable," the automated voice filled me with more anxiety as I pulled into the garage at work. Maybe calling him wasn’t the best idea. I tucked my phone away and decided to focus on work, planning to drop by his place after.

The elevator dinged, and I brushed off the rude stares from my coworkers. Ever since people knew I was married to New York's most eligible billionaire and still worked as a secretary, their opinions had been endless. Today was no different.

I was about to sit at my desk when my phone beeped with texts from Jasmine, but I ignored them. Jasmine knew better than to text me at work.

"Gold digger," someone whispered. I ignored it, having heard worse.

I was ready to start typing when Cecilia, the company's notorious gossip and HR, walked towards my desk. For the first time today, I frowned.

"Our supervisor has asked all staff to be at the boardroom for an impromptu meeting," she said abruptly, casting me a disgusted look before leaving. I frowned deeper.

I followed her to the boardroom, feeling that something was off about my coworkers' looks. "Today has been scheduled as an off day. Our CEO's daughter is getting married, so in light of the celebrations, he has instructed a paid off day for everyone. Clear your desks and see you tomorrow," my boss announced, and my brows raised.

"Gold digger," another unfamiliar face whispered as we all stood up to leave. "Serves her right. Who did she think she would have him anyway?" another worker said. My frown deepened as my phone blew up with more texts from Jasmine.

"She really thought she could have him to herself? Pfft, there's only a matter of time before the billionaire finds his own billionaire, not a liability," someone else said. My body began to itch. Something told me I was the root of the gossip, but my mind wouldn’t have it.

I began to clear my desk, deaf to the comments flying around. As I walked out of the elevator heading to my car, my phone rang. Without looking, I knew it was Jasmine.

"Jas, I swear I didn’t fall down the stairs, and I’m fine and so is the bab—"

"Why didn’t you tell me you were getting a divorce!" Her voice was pained and high-pitched. I paused.

"Wait. What?" I asked, shaking my head to understand what I had just heard, my arms feeling heavy from carrying my desk load, and my body feeling light enough to float on the air of comments from my haters.

"Drake is getting married in three days, and you didn’t say anything?" she asked. My heart stopped.

"And to his high school sweetheart, so the news says. I'm so sorry, Val. This sucks for real. I tried texting you to confirm because the news keeps getting worse and worse. I can't imagine what you're going through, especially since you're working under Drake's soon-to-be new wife and then the pregnancy," she finished. My voice refused to leave my throat. My knuckles were as white as ghosts, my ears ringing, legs wobbly, and a headache forming.

"Val?" Jasmine's voice came from the other end of the phone, but my eyes clouded with tears, and my brain went numb. Drake was getting married while still married, and I had no idea.