I Plan My Death While He Bangs the Nanny

Chapter 2: Pregnancy

About thirty minutes later, Sophia stepped through the front door. Ethan hurried toward her like a loyal dog desperate for approval.

"Sophia! You're back late. Did you see the fireworks I set up for you?"

He looked freshly showered, but the faint red marks trailing down his neck betrayed the truth.

She didn't need to ask, he and Emily had clearly just finished.

When Ethan leaned in for a hug, Sophia instinctively turned her head away, stomach churning.

He froze mid-motion. "Are you upset with me?"

"I didn't mean to leave you hanging," he added quickly, voice warm and laced with concern. "There was a last-minute project, and I had to run to a meeting. You know I'm doing this for us, right? For our future."

He made it sound so genuine, so heartfelt. But Sophia knew better. He hadn't left for work, he'd left because Emily sent him a photo. A photo she hadn't meant to see… but just one glimpse was enough.

Emily had sent it without clothes on.

Sophia forced down the rising disgust and gave him a tight-lipped smile. "Don't overthink it. I'm just tired from being out all day."

"Tired?" Ethan let out a breath of relief and wrapped his hand around her arm with exaggerated tenderness. "You poor thing. Have you eaten? I'll have Emily make something."

He called her name once. Then again. On the third time, Emily finally emerged from upstairs.

Her cheeks were flushed, her breathing slightly uneven. She wore a high-neck sweater that covered her from jaw to waist.

Sophia's appetite vanished.

Emily, clearly angling for drama, didn't wait to be questioned. She offered up an excuse the moment she stepped into the room.

"Madam," she said with a saccharine smile, "I was cleaning the penthouse earlier and got bitten by something, bugs, I think. That's why I'm bundled up like this. I hope it doesn't bother you."

Sophia caught the flash of tension in Ethan's eyes. The quick, nervous glance. The silent warning.

Emily, for her part, looked proud, defiant even.

Sophia nearly laughed out loud.

After being the hidden mistress for so long, Emily was getting bold. Impatient.

But there was no need to rush. Once Sophia disappeared, the whole mansion would be hers anyway.

"Don't worry," Sophia said coolly. "I don't manage the staff's wardrobe."

Emily stiffened at the response, lips pressed tightly together before she turned and disappeared into the kitchen.

Ethan slipped his arm around Sophia, offering another excuse. "Emily's just a kid. She sees us like big brother and sister, that's why she's so open with us."

Sophia let out a quiet laugh.

Right. She had never seen a sister act like that with her brother.

"Then fire her," she said flatly.

Ethan froze mid-step, blinking.

Sophia gave him a quick smile. "Kidding."

A lying husband and a shameless mistress. What a lovely pair. Good thing she was leaving them both behind.

Dinner was soon served. Sophia and Ethan sat across from each other while Emily hovered nearby, playing the dutiful housemaid.

Then, right in the middle of the meal, Emily "accidentally" knocked over a dish and crouched down to clean it.

But instead of picking it up and standing, she slithered forward, under the table.

Sophia didn't even have to look. She knew.

A second later, Ethan's body tensed. His shoulders locked, his jaw clenched. That same dark look came into his eyes, half desire, half desperation.

Sophia had seen that look before. In the security footage.

She knew exactly what Emily was doing under the table.

Her stomach flipped. Acid rose in her throat.

And then she bolted from her chair, barely making it to the sink before vomiting.

"Sophia!"

Ethan shoved his chair back and rushed to her side, shoving Emily away like she didn't exist.

"What's wrong? Baby, talk to me. Don't scare me like this."

Sophia wiped her mouth and shook her head, but before she could speak, something in Ethan's face shifted.

His eyes lit up, voice trembling with something that sounded like... hope?

"Sophia… are you pregnant?"