Damien rushed out of the bedroom after he picked up his phone. Bewildered, you followed him out, before he turned back to you.

“I’m sorry, I have to go.” He placed his phone back into his pocket. “Ruby needs me.”

You tried to make him stay, but he refused. “You know she’s pregnant and all alone. Her boyfriend left her. I’m just going to check up on her.”

Damien felt the urge to protect his ex from harm, yet he didn’t know the fact that you, too, were pregnant. You also had cardiomyopathy, which makes your state a high-risk pregnancy.

He rushed to the door. “I’ll be back,” he said half-heartedly.

To him, the two of you were nothing more than an arranged marriage, after all.