I sighed, barely paying attention to the voices around me as I crossed my arms. Their words blurred into meaningless noise.

I was in an important meeting, yet boredom gnawed at me like an unbearable itch. My gaze drifted upward, landing on her, my pregnant enemy. She sat across from me, fully engaged, her hand resting protectively on her belly as she listened intently.

Our history was complicated, tangled in a mess of desire and rivalry. And yet, as I watched her, an unshakable sense of pride swelled in my chest. I had accidentally gotten her pregnant, but was it truly an accident?

A smirk tugged at my lips as a thought struck me. If I was suffering through this dull meeting, I might as well make things interesting.

With deliberate slowness, I let my foot slide beneath the table, brushing against her leg. A jolt ran through her as she flinched, her sharp gaze snapping to mine.

I met her eyes, unbothered and daring, suppressing a chuckle.

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