Bullied and Dumped, But She Won in the End (Adriana) novel Chapter 133

**When Time Tried to Heal Me But I Refused to Listen by Kael Niro Senn**

**Chapter 133: False Nicole**

Gary sat across from Irene, an unwavering determination etched on his face. “I know,” he said, his voice steady. He understood her well; Irene was not the type to yield her beliefs for anyone’s sake.

“How about we consider going overseas for… a surrogate?” he proposed, locking eyes with her, the seriousness of his tone leaving no room for misinterpretation. He envisioned a child that belonged to both of them—his and Irene’s. The thought of raising someone else’s child was simply unacceptable to him.

Irene’s expression shifted, a frown forming as she processed his suggestion. “Listen, I don’t want kids—not because I’m afraid of the pain of childbirth or because I refuse to carry a child myself. It’s deeper than that. I genuinely don’t believe I would be a good mother. So just drop it,” she stated firmly, her resolve unshakeable.

Gary fell silent, the weight of her words pressing heavily upon him. In a moment of frustration, he leaned closer, playfully biting her cheek, a gesture that was both affectionate and exasperated.

He knew, deep down, that this woman would never concede to his desires.

“The paternity test is still in the works. The earliest we’ll have results is tomorrow night,” he said, his voice low and hoarse, the tension palpable between them.

Irene’s lips curled into a smirk, a glint of mischief in her eyes. “Wanna make a bet? If this test shows that the sample is from my niece, I’ll have a baby with you. How does that sound?”

Gary didn’t flinch, his mind racing with the memories of countless paternity tests they had conducted over the years. They had searched tirelessly, perhaps running nearly a hundred tests, and not once had any returned with Nicole’s name attached. If finding Nicole had been a simple task, Irene wouldn’t be joking about it so casually.

“Ugh, you’re no fun,” Irene huffed, rolling her eyes in mock annoyance. “Can’t you at least give me a glimmer of hope?”

With a resigned sigh, Gary met her gaze, his expression softening. “Alright. If the results come back and it truly is your niece Nicole, then you marry me. And you give me a baby.”

Irene narrowed her eyes, skepticism dancing in her features. “You wouldn’t tamper with the paternity test results, would you?”

Gary held her gaze, his eyes deep and unwavering. “Do you really think I would jeopardize the one thing that means the most to you?”

Caught off guard by his sincerity, Irene’s demeanor softened, a wave of guilt washing over her. She wrapped her arms around his neck, offering him a sweet, disarming smile. “Aw, don’t be mad, baby. You know I didn’t mean it like that.”

A silence enveloped them, thick with unspoken words. It was a familiar dance; she had a knack for getting under his skin, time and time again. From the moment he had met her, it felt as though she had ensnared him completely, wrapping him tightly around her finger.

Meanwhile, at Curtis’s place, Adriana had just stepped out of the shower, her thoughts swirling as she lay on the bed, cradling her stomach. Was there truly a baby growing inside her?

She had spent hours scouring the internet, reading through forums that confirmed it was normal to experience spotting during embryo implantation. The realization struck her: that day hadn’t been her period—it meant she was pregnant.

Her cheeks flushed a deep red as she dove under the covers, squirming and rolling around like a little worm, overwhelmed by the reality of her situation. She was actually pregnant. For real.

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