Three Months Pregnant, I Left With His Twins Chapter 02

Three Months Pregnant, I Left With His Twins Chapter 02

“Sloane, you’re backing Nate into a corner.”

Margaret’s call came sooner than I expected.

The next morning, I was still finishing breakfast at a hotel in Greenwich.

“Mrs. Westbury.”

There was a two-second silence on the other end.

“What did you call me?”

“Nate and I are over. It wouldn’t be right to call you anything else.”

“Over?”

Her voice turned ice cold.

“You think you can just end it? What about the baby you’re carrying?”

“Didn’t you say I shouldn’t keep it?”

“I was thinking of what’s best for you and Nate. The spiritual advisor in Sedona made it very clear.”

“This child’s energy doesn’t match Nate’s. If you insist on keeping it, it will damage your relationship and hurt his position in the family trust and on the board.”

“We don’t have a relationship anymore.”

“Sloane, don’t mistake Nate’s patience for permission to cross lines.”

“I haven’t crossed any lines. I haven’t threatened anyone. I’m just leaving.”

“Leaving? Where would you even go without Nate?”

I didn’t answer.

She went on for a while, circling the same points.

Don’t make this uglier than it has to be.

Come back and talk it out.

Nate has agreed to calm you down and settle this properly.

Leave the Westbury family some dignity.

When she finished, I said one thing.

“Mrs. Westbury, I respect your position. Please respect my decision.”

Then I hung up.

The second I set the phone down, there was a knock at the door.

I thought it was room service.

When I opened the door, Elodie was standing outside.

She was holding an insulated bag.

“Sloane, finally we meet.”

I didn’t step aside.

“I don’t need you here.”

“Well, I’m already here.”

She held the bag out a little.

“My nutritionist made collagen chicken broth and some pregnancy-safe juices. They should help with the nausea.”

I didn’t take it.

Her smile stayed in place as she set the bag on the floor by the door.

“I’ll leave it here. You can grab it when you want.”

I was about to close the door when she added, almost as if she had just remembered something.

“Actually, there’s one more thing. Nate’s been under so much pressure lately. The company is in the middle of financing talks, and you two keep fighting. He stayed at my place until two in the morning last night.”

Last night at ten, Nate had texted me:

“I’ll come pick you up from the hotel tomorrow morning.”

So after sending that, he went to her.

Elodie must have realized what she had said and quickly added:

“Don’t misunderstand. It’s not what you think. Nate just came over for a drink and we talked. We’ve always been like this since we were kids.”

“Of course he cares about you. I even reminded him not to forget his responsibilities.”

She sounded like she was speaking up for me.

But every word was meant to tell me she knew Nate better than I ever could.

“Thanks for the care package.”

“Sloane, don’t keep pushing Nate away. He’s just not great at saying the right things, but he really does care.”

“Mm.”

“I’ll head out. Remember to eat something. You’re carrying a baby. Don’t starve yourself.”

She turned toward the elevator.

After I closed the door, I sat on the edge of the bed.

Nate’s text popped up.

“Elodie went to see you? She just wants to help smooth things over. Give her a chance.”

“I’ll come get you after my meetings this afternoon. Stay at the hotel.”

I pulled out the hotel notepad and copied down the travel checklist Vivian had sent.

Cancel the Greenwich lease.

Contact the moving company.

Handle bank transfers and medical record relocation.

Just as I finished, my phone lit up again.

Margaret had sent a screenshot of her chat with Elodie.

Elodie wrote:

“Margaret, Sloane seemed off today. I went to the hotel to check on her and talk some sense into her.”

Margaret replied:

“You’re so thoughtful, Elodie. Thank you.”

Elodie wrote:

“It’s nothing. We’ll be family soon anyway.”

Margaret sent me the screenshot with one line attached.

“Look at Elodie. She knows how to keep things dignified in these circles. If you had half her sense of propriety, we wouldn’t be in this mess.”

I stared at the message for a long time.

Suddenly everything clicked.

Elodie claimed she had only been back from London for two months.

But Margaret’s tone with her was far too natural.

That kind of familiarity didn’t come from two months.

This had been going on much longer.

I put the phone down, grabbed my bag, and left.

As I passed the front desk, the staff called out.

“Ms. Hart, someone left something for you.”

A small flower box.

Cream-colored tulips with a few sprigs of eucalyptus, wrapped with tasteful restraint. The kind of thing from one of those upscale Greenwich florists.

The card only said:

“Thinking of you.”

Signed, Elodie.

I glanced at it and told the front desk:

“Get rid of it.”

After I walked out through the revolving doors, I texted Maeve.

“Help me check something. When did Elodie start contacting the Westburys before she supposedly came back?”

Maeve replied fast.

“What are you suspecting?”

“I think she came back long before two months ago.”