It had been two weeks since Christian stopped by and crazy enough he never stopped sending checks, but like before, I had sent them right back.
I was sixteen weeks pregnant and started showing and worked even harder than before because I couldn’t hide for much longer. There was no lie that I was stressing and unsure about whatever would follow after, but I tried my best so I could at least breathe when the baby got here.
The only good thing about work at the moment would be Olivia. We had grown even closer and our friendship seemed sincere, whether Vincenzo had anything to do with it or not.
I tried my hardest to avoid him and he clearly noticed— but respected my decision. The last thing I needed was for him to breathe in my neck, not after he offended me like that. Whenever I thought about it, I’d realize that the reason why he seemed close to Christian was probably because the apple didn’t fall far from the tree.
