Three Years Wasted I Married Mr. Right novel Chapter 39

ucas’s words struck Sophia like a physical blow, a cold sweat breaking out across her skin.

Fighting for composure, she met his piercing gaze and forced a brittle laugh. “Listen to yourself. If I were pregnant, your mother would have me wrapped in cotton wool. Why would I choose this hell over that?”

It was a low blow, but an effective one. Helen’s obsession with a grandchild was a well–known pressure point.

Lucas’s suspicion wavered, but didn’t break. “My parents need hope, Sophia. Even if the result is bad, this exam shows we’re trying. We owe them that much.”

A bitter smile touched her lips. She knew if she resisted further, his doubts would only solidify.

There was no way out, not today. Her only chance was to gamble on the doctor. She’d have to bribe Samantha to confirm the false infertility diagnosis, once and for all.

Lying on the cold examination table, Sophia’s heart hammered against her ribs. As Samantha prepared the ultrasound probe, Sophia suddenly bolted upright, pulling her shirt down protectively.

“Mrs. Westwood?” Samantha looked startled.

Sophia bit her lip, her eyes pleading and desperate as they locked with the doctor’s. “The truth is… I’m pregnant.”

Samantha already knew, but the raw confession still made her pause. “You’re… what?” she stammered, lowering her voice. “But then why would you tell your husband you’re infertile?”

Sophia floundered, the lie crumbling. “It’s… complicated. I never even saw the original test results. Someone switched them.”

Samantha’s gaze flickered away. She knew exactly why, because she was the one who’d falsified that report.

“Anyway, my husband and I are divorcing,” Sophia pleaded, voice trembling. “I don’t want him to know I’m pregnant. Doctor, please, just tell him I’m infertile.”

Samantha almost laughed. First, two different people had pressured her to fake an infertility diagnosis for this woman, and now the woman herself was begging for the same lie. The irony was almost too much.

“Mrs. Westwood, what you’re asking is illegal. I can’t do that,” Samantha said flatly, putting on her most professional tone.

Sophia hadn’t expected such a hard refusal. Desperation flashed in her eyes as she gripped Samantha’s hand. “Please, you have to understand. No one will ever know. It stays between us.”

Samantha stayed quiet, letting the silence stretch for effect.

‘I’ll pay you. Three hundred thousand. Cash. All for one piece of paper,” Sophia blurted out.

After a long, deliberate pause, Samantha sighed as if defeated. “Fine. But this was your idea. Whatever comes next, it’s on you. I take no responsibility.”

Inside, she was beyond relieved. She’d been scrambling for a way to handle Sophia, and now the solution had fallen right into her lap. Lucas was the only one left completely in the dark.

Samantha still had Sophia lie down for an ultrasound. It was another client’s request, someone who wanted updates on the

fetus.

“Gestational sac is developing normally. You’re in good health,” Samantha recited mechanically. “Keep up with a balanced

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diet and take your folic acid.‘ She handed Sophia a towel to wipe off the gel.

And why would I she thought. One fake report, three paying clients. Talk about a win

Back in the office, Samantha handed the report to Lucas, calmly repeating the lie: Sophia was infertile.

Noticing her tension, Lucas misinterpreted it as fear, fear he’d reject her for not being able to give him children. His voice dropped to velvet. “Go wait in the hall. I need five minutes with the doctor.”

His obsession with her bearing his child was almost comical. Anyone else might mistake it for devotion.

“You leave the science to me,” he said, his tone leaving no room for argument. “IVF starts next cycle. Ovulation disorder isn’t a death sentence. It’s a scheduling problem.”

Sophia’s blood ran cold. She thought the infertility report was her escape route, a clean break to raise her child alone, far away from him. But he wasn’t letting go. He was doubling down.

“You can’t be serious.”

Lucas held her gaze, his expression unreadable. “I asked the doctor. She said it’s an ovulation disorder. Everything else is fully functional. You can have children.”

Her face paled. So that was why Samantha’s report specified “ovulation disorder.”

Suddenly, it all clicked. Helen and Emily’s little performance in the living room, all that talk about Emily donating her eggs. She’d thought it was just vicious gossip, meant to mess with her head.

But no. Emily had been setting the stage from the beginning. No wonder Samantha had played along so easily earlier. This was the trap. They’d backed her into a corner.

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Admit she was pregnant and stay tied to Lucas forever, or swallow her pride and submit to IVF with another woman’s eggs. The sheer audacity of it made her want to scream.

“So. Sophia bit out, her voice trembling with rage, “whose eggs did you have in mind?”