Three Months Pregnant, I Left With His Twins Chapter 03

Three Months Pregnant, I Left With His Twins Chapter 03

“Sloane, you came back for your things? I’ll help you find them.”

Elodie stood in the living room.

I paused in the entryway for a second before walking in.

“No need. I’ll find them myself.”

There was a new box of ginger tea on the coffee table.

Something was simmering on the stove, filling the air with soup.

A sticky note was on the fridge door in handwriting that wasn’t mine.

“Nate, remember to drink water.”

Elodie followed me, talking as she walked.

“Nate said this morning you might come back for your things. He asked me to wait here. He has work and won’t be back until after lunch.”

“He asked you to stay here?”

“Yeah. His stomach hasn’t been great lately, so I had my nutritionist set up a meal plan for him. I need to keep an eye on the soup.”

I went into the bedroom and opened the nightstand drawer.

Passport, birth certificate, property documents, bank records, medical files.

I took them out one by one and put them in my bag.

Elodie leaned against the doorframe watching me.

“Sloane, can I ask you something?”

“Sure.”

“Are you really ending things with Nate?”

“Yes.”

She looked down, then after a moment said:

“What about him?”

“You’re already taking care of him.”

Elodie waved her hands quickly.

“You’ve got it wrong. Nate and I are really just friends.”

“I just got back from London and I’ve been struggling to adjust. He’s helped me a lot. I just want to repay him.”

“By moving into his apartment, making him soup, and leaving sticky notes?”

She froze, cheeks turning red.

“That sticky note was just something I wrote without thinking. It doesn’t mean anything.”

I didn’t push it further and went to the walk-in closet.

I opened the door.

Nate’s clothes filled the left side. The right side used to be all mine.

Now most of it was empty.

In the cleared space hung three new dresses, tags still on.

Not my style.

Elodie spoke softly behind me.

“Those are from Margaret. She said I could wear them when Nate and I go to St. Barts this weekend.”

Weekend.

St. Barts.

Margaret had bought another woman clothes and hung them in my closet.

I took down the rest of my coats, folded them, and stuffed them into my bag.

I walked out of the bedroom, past her, and into the living room.

The soup bubbled on the stove.

The sound of a key turning in the lock came from the door.

Nate walked in.

He looked at the bag in my hand, then at Elodie, and frowned.

“You’re here and you didn’t tell me?”

“I came to get my things.”

He saw the birth certificate and passport sticking out of the bag, and his expression changed.

“What are you doing with those documents?”

“I need them for Vancouver.”

“Vancouver?”

“Yes.”

“Sloane.”

His voice dropped.

“Would you stop making these reckless decisions? You’re pregnant. You can’t keep putting yourself through this.”

Elodie spoke up at exactly the right moment.

“Nate, don’t use that tone. Maybe she just needs somewhere else to cool off.”

Nate glanced at her.

“Elodie, go check on the soup in the kitchen.”

Elodie turned and left.

Once she was out of earshot, he said:

“I just found out about the clothes. My mother did that on her own.”

“It’s your home and you didn’t know.”

“You didn’t know your mother bought another woman clothes and hung them in my closet.”

“I told you, I just found out.”

“And what did you do after you found out?”

He opened his mouth.

I waited a few seconds.

Those few seconds were the answer, just like last time.

“Nate, you said you would talk to Margaret.”

“What did that talk actually accomplish?”

“She praised Elodie for having class, bought her clothes to hang in my closet, and texted me telling me to learn from her how to behave properly.”

“And that’s the result of your talk?”

His expression was complicated.

“I’ll handle it.”

“When?”

“Once I finish dealing with the board, I’ll ask Elodie to leave.”

“What about St. Barts?”

He took a deep breath.

From the kitchen came Elodie’s voice.

“Nate, the soup’s ready.”

He answered her, then looked back at me.

“We’ll talk tonight and clear everything up. Don’t leave yet.”

I slung the bag over my shoulder and walked to the door.

“You two eat. I’m not hungry.”