All Chapters of Our Marriage, Our Rules: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

SAVANNAHWe looked in the mirror, smiling at each other, and I ran my hands down my dress. I couldn't help but admire myself. Who would've thought that the day would come when I'd be standing here, especially with someone as kind and pure as Janelle?My dress was a sleeveless, floor-length gown in a cream color made of flowing fabric. It was silky with a soft and shimmering quality, gracefully flowing over my body. A zigzag pattern adorned the waist, and it had a train that connected from the core, flowing effortlessly to the ground, giving it an elegant and graceful look.Bill chose earrings that were almost like cuffs, featuring a floral design that covered the entire ear length. The handpiece was a glove-like accessory that reached up to the whole hand, also with a floral design. My shoes were gold-colored stilettos with zip-up bands.I looked at my face, lightly made up with light cream eyeshadow and cream-colored glossy lips. My hair was pulled into a French twist, and I couldn't

SAVANNAHI am about to stand up and walk over to them when Dominic grabs my hand, redirecting my attention to him. He shakes his head silently, his expression urging me to hold back. "Let them handle it," he whispers.I glance over his shoulder at my mom and Becca, feeling the tension in the room rise. "But they could—""Let them handle it," Dominic says firmly. "You are a part of the company, and the board is here. Whatever they are about to do, don't intervene." I am about to protest, but he cut me off. "I'm doing this for your good."Frustration wells up within me, and I ball my hands into fists. I look around as all eyes in the room remained fixed on the two women, who were glaring at each other with palpable hostility. The silence was so heavy that you could hear a pin drop."Long time no see, Elizabeth," Becca thunders, eyes scanning the ballroom. She smirked when she spotted me. "Who would've thought I'd see you here?"Mom raises an eyebrow, maintaining her composure. "I'd say t

DOMINICI watch as the car drives away, carrying Savannah with it, and it feels like my heart is about to shatter into a million pieces. I'm about to run inside to find my keys when Bill and Evans block my path.I don't have time for this right now.“How could you?” Evans says, stepping closer to me. “You made her believe you loved her, only to be involved with her sister behind her back?”I sigh, trying to find the right words. “Look, I know right now, nothing I say will be believable to any of you,” I say, looking between them both. “The only person who matters right now is Savannah, and I am two seconds away from losing my patience.”Bill scoffs. “Is that meant to scare us?” He clenches his fists. “I would love nothing more than to beat you up right now.” He grits his teeth. “Go ahead and lose your patience; trust me, it will be in my favor.”I grit my teeth and look at them and the men standing behind them. They love Savannah and are protective of her, which is good. But right now,

SAVANNAHI'm pregnant. Or, more like, I might be pregnant. I'm standing in this small hotel bathroom, my hands trembling as I stare at those pregnancy tests. I can't wrap my head around it, “This can't be true, or is it?” I say, my voice filled with uncertainty.“What does it say?” Janelle asks, her voice filled with concern. I shake my head, almost in denial.“I don’t want to believe this result; let’s do it again,” I say, opening another pack and placing the first three tests down.“You did three,” Janelle points out, and it's true. I've taken three tests, and they all show the same result. But I can't accept it. There's no way I can be pregnant, right?I close my eyes and exhale as I try to recall if Dominic and I ever used protection, and I keep coming up blank. We didn’t, and he never pulled out.Stupid.Stupid.After I vomited, and we had that thought, we rushed to the nearest drugstore in a panic. Now, here we are, in this hotel room, and I need to figure out what's happening

SAVANNAH“I'm pregnant,” I say out loud, watching his facial expressions change. He scrunches his face up in confusion, and I see the realization dawning on him as his eyes land on my hands.I can tell the revelation hits him like a ton of bricks, and I watch as the weight of my words settles in, leaving him speechless. I imagine he reacted a different way, maybe getting angry or asking me to abort, but I didn't see this coming, and it added a whole new layer of complexity to our situation.“Pregnant?” he manages to say, his voice barely above a whisper.I nod as he looks down at my belly, where my hands rest protectively to shield my child from every negative word he might say. “I'm pregnant,” I repeat, saying the words out loud tells me how true it is, “and you're the father,” I say even though I know it's a stupid thing to say. Of course, he's the father; who else would I have gotten pregnant for?He takes a step in front tentatively, and I don't stop him. I'm curious about what he'