Chapter 7
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Before I could finish my words, Sydney excitedly walked in. No sooner had she entered than Felicia showed up.
"Are they both inside?" Felicia asked, her gaze burning with fury and resentment.
Still, barging in now would only ruin the plan. What if they hadn't done anything yet?
Just as I was about to drag Felicia to a nearby cafe and wait it out, Fred and Sydney exited the hotel room. Her left cheek was swollen, her hair completely tousled.
Deep inside, I sighed and mused, "They sure don't hold back."
"Listen to me, Freddy!" Sydney cried. "I swear the baby is yours!"
Fred slapped her with the back of his hand. "Shut up! Bitch, how dare you try to trick me into becoming the fall guy?"
He angrily strode off, but Sydney kept begging him. "Please don't do this to me! You're the only one I've ever been with!"
Before Fred could get physical again, Felicia, who had stepped forward at some point, stopped him. Immediately, he panicked at the sight of her.
"Honey? Honey, listen to me—"
He had barely started when Sydney shoved him to the side, dropping to her knees on the floor. "Please just give us your blessings, Mrs. Walmsley. I'm pregnant, and the baby can't grow up without a father!"
Felicia's body stiffened at her words. Just as I was debating whether to step in, Fred made his move. A sharp slap landed across Sydney's face, and she swiftly collapsed to the floor.
"How dare you say you're carrying my child!"
Sydney scrambled to her feet and grabbed Felicia's leg. "I am pregnant! If you don't believe me, we can go to the hospital and check!"
"How are you so sure it's Mr. Walmsley's?" I asked, stepping out from the shadows.
Sydney's face paled. "What nonsense are you on about? I've only ever been with him! Who are you to question it?"
Fred stood beside her, face furious, about to intervene, but Felicia stopped him with a single glance.
Was Sydney already getting pregnancy brain? How could she forget those guys from the production floor?
"Why don't you take a look at who they are before you speak?" I refuted, showing her a photo.
In the photo, those guys were helping her—clealry drunk—into a hotel. It looked like it was this very hotel. Sydney's face turned ashen the moment she saw it.
"You've been lying to me this whole time?" she snapped.
Well, it wouldn't be considered lying, more like a little payback. Still, if she was this rattled already, I couldn't imagine the whiplash she might experience later.
"Come on out. It's time to show your faces."
The moment the words left my mouth, those men from the production floor stepped out from around the corner, one by one. They stopped in front of us, and Sydney collapsed in terror.
"W-What are you guys doing here?"
If they hadn't shown up, how would her dear Mr. Walmsley have found out what she was really like?
"Tell Mr. Walmsley everything that happened that night," I instructed them. "The more details, the better."
Over the next few minutes, with every word they spoke, Sydney's face grew paler and more miserable. As soon as they finished, Fred dropped to his knees in front of Felicia.
"I was terribly wrong, honey. She seduced me. I swear it won't happen again! Please forgive me!"
Sydney, already losing the upper hand, couldn't take it. She stepped forward and, in front of everyone, slapped him hard. "You can deny me all you want, but you can't deny the baby I'm carrying!"
Her action only poured fuel on the fire. Fred jumped up, grabbing her collar. "Bitch, I'm infertile! How was I supposed to get you pregnant?"
As soon as he said that, though, he hastily covered his mouth. "Honey, listen to me! It's not what it sounds like!"
The sharp sound of Felicia's hand striking Fred stunned us all. "Just because you're infertile, you lied to me and made me take birth control all these years? Do you have any idea how guilty I've felt all along?"
Tears streamed down her face.
I couldn't help but feel bad for her. Honestly, I hadn't expected this outcome.
After all those years of supporting each other, all of it was undone because of his fragile pride. He played the woman who loved him like a fiddle.
"I was wrong, honey. Please, can we start over?"
Doubt flickered across Felicia's face, and I tried to stop her. However, the word that slipped from her lips left me stunned. "Okay."
Did she really just forgive him like that?
Seeing her relent, Fred was so overcome with emotion that he began to cry. He rushed forward and held her hands. "Let's go home, honey."
I kept my eyes on them as they left. Just as they were about to disappear, Felicia turned her head toward me. I knew that look all too well.
By then, everything I had prepared had already taken root. How could a smart woman possibly fall into the same trap twice?
Once they were gone, a new question emerged. Since Fred was infertile, who was the father of Sydney's baby?
