Unwilling Trophy Wife (Serena and Victor) novel Chapter 129

Chapter 129

Chapter 129

Victor’s mind was spinning. His emotions were all over the place, and he couldn’t think straight. After what felt like forever, he finally managed to speak, his voice rough and strained. “Ellie, I… I need some time. I really have to think about this.”

Eliza bit her lip and reached out to tug gently on his sleeve. “Vic, I get how you’re feeling, arid I know you’re exhausted. But I don’t want our child to grow up with people whispering behind their back or making judgments about us.”

Victor closed his eyes and let out a heavy sigh. He pinched the bridge of his nose, completely blindsided by Eliza’s pregnancy. Marrying Eliza used to be everything he wanted, but now, everything had changed.

“Ellie, I understand what you’re saying, but I really need some time to process this,” Victor said, his voice barely audible.

“Vic! Even if you don’t want to give me a real place in your life, this baby is innocent. I just want to fight for everything our child deserves,” Eliza pleaded, her voice shaking.

Victor felt his chest tighten, and his hands started trembling. He stared at Eliza, his mouth opening and closing, but no words came out.

When Eliza saw him hesitate, she gently leaned her face against his shoulder. Her voice was thick with tears. “Vic, I just need you to know–no matter what you decide, all I want is for our child to have a real family.”

Victor suddenly pushed Eliza away and stumbled backward. “Ellie, just rest. I need to think about this.” He spun around and rushed to the door, his hand shaking as he grabbed the handle. He yanked it open and bolted out.

Victor fumbled for his car keys, his fingers trembling as he hit the unlock button. He jerked the car door open, collapsed into the driver’s seat, fired up the engine, and slammed his foot on the gas.

The car screeched to a stop in front of the Powell Manor. Victor shoved the door open and climbed out, then headed straight for the study. He raised his hand and knocked softly on the door. Albert’s deep voice came from inside. “Come in.”

Victor pushed the door open and stepped into the study. The room carried the faint scent of sandalwood, and Albert sat behind his rosewood desk, practicing calligraphy with smooth, practiced strokes.

Victor approached the desk and stood quietly with his hands at his sides, watching the tip of his father’s brush move across the paper. He stood there for what felt like forever, struggling to find the right words.

Albert stopped mid–stroke. He looked up at Victor, immediately sensing something was wrong. “It’s late. What’s going on?” he asked, his voice steady and

calm.

Victor pressed his lips together, his nerves getting the better of him. “Dad, I need to tell you something.”

Albert set down his brush, and a drop of ink spread across the paper. He didn’t say anything right away. Instead, he picked up his coffee and took a slow sip. “I’m listening,” he said quietly.

Victor’s palms were slick with sweat. He clenched his fists, trying to calm his racing heart and steady his breathing. “Ellie’s pregnant,” he finally managed

to say.

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Albert paused mid–sip, his eyes scanning Victor’s face. He slammed his coffee cup down on the desk with a sharp crack, sending coffee spl

the surface.

across

“That woman just won’t leave us alone!” After a moment of tense silence, Albert suddenly stood up and strode toward the window, his face dark with

anger.

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