Delete My Love for You novel Chapter 203

Ten days late?

Darren barely glanced up from his phone, his tone casual. “Stressed from work? I’ll have the kitchen make you something nourishing, help you get back on track.”

But Xena shook her head, her voice tentative, almost wary. “That’s not it, Darren… That night, you were drunk. We didn’t use protection…”

Darren’s brows drew together in a sharp frown. “Xena, what exactly are you saying?”

“Darren… are you saying you don’t want to take responsibility?”

His confusion was written all over his face.

That night—he remembered barging into Bradley’s apartment, making a scene, then stumbling home so drunk he could barely keep his eyes open. He’d woken the next morning to find Xena lying in his bed. He’d even warned the bodyguards afterward—never let Xena into the master bedroom again.

But he was certain. He’d been so far gone, he couldn’t have touched her.

Now, as he looked at Xena, something in his gaze shifted, just slightly.

Xena was deep into her performance, tears welling up in her eyes. “I’m sorry, Darren. It’s my fault. I should have taken the pill. I thought you’d be happy about the baby, I just—”

She threw herself into his arms, her voice trembling. “I don’t know what to do. Please don’t leave me… I’m scared…”

Darren’s hand rose, moving slowly toward the vulnerable nape of her neck.

If this had happened before—if anyone else had tried to pin something like this on him with no proof—he’d have made sure they never dared breathe easy again.

But Xena was different. She was the one he’d once promised to protect. He still wanted to give her another chance.

He shifted his hand, instead gently stroking her hair.

His voice was calm, almost soothing. “Xena, don’t panic. Let’s get you checked out tomorrow.”

The next day, the test results arrived: *Pregnant, 5 weeks and 3 days.*

Darren’s expression grew unreadable as he stared at the words.

Nearby, two familiar figures caught his eye.

Bradley, with Charlotte beside him.

She’d seen how cruel Darren could be when he didn’t care. And she could already imagine what Xena would face once his affection inevitably faded.

The so-called “new love” was never the lucky one. She was just the next in line—the substitute, once the ex had finally wised up and walked away.

So while Xena basked in her moment of triumph, smiling like she’d won it all, Charlotte just stood quietly, watching.

It was like reading a book whose ending you already knew. The pages were filled with her own yesterdays—and Xena’s tomorrows.

She tucked away any trace of pity, her voice cool and even. “Brad, let’s go.”

“Yeah.”

Together, Bradley and Charlotte slipped out of Darren’s line of sight.

Darren watched Charlotte’s retreating back, half a step away from following her—then forced himself to stop.

“Darren, I feel dizzy.”