Mr. Remington Got Me Pregnant novel Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Emery’s POV

You know that feeling when you wake up inside a freezer? That was me every morning lately, cold, stiff, and already tired before the day even started. Like my soul hit the snooze button, but my body didn’t get the memo.

I blinked at the empty space beside me and stared at the rumpled pillow. No note, no message, not even a text. Typical Landon.

He probably left before sunrise, off to a meeting in another city, or maybe just escaping the awkward silence that followed us everywhere now. Either way, it didn’t matter. He was gone, like he always was.

Dragging myself out of bed, I reached for the first robe I could find. My head ached faintly, and every step downstairs felt like more effort than it should’ve. But the second I walked into the kitchen, I froze.

There she was.

Marian Rinaldi, seated at the Remington breakfast table like she’d lived there her whole life. Hair curled into soft waves, makeup flawless, silk blouse crisp at eight in the morning. She looked more awake than I’d ever felt.

Portia’s smile widened the moment she spotted me.

“Good morning, Emery,” she said, voice sugary but with that usual sting beneath it.

Marian glanced over, lips curving into something polite. “I hope I’m not intruding.”

“Please.” Lily didn’t bother hiding her smirk. “You’re practically family.”

I said nothing, just nodded and took the farthest seat from all of them. I didn’t trust myself to speak, not yet. Portia gestured toward Marian like she was announcing the arrival of a duchess.

“Marian’s been close to the family for years. A proper woman. Refined.”

Lily joined in, her tone a little too eager. “She studied in Paris. Speaks three languages. Honestly, she makes the rest of us look like amateurs.”

“I’m sure,” Marian said as she stirred her tea. “He deserves softness. Support. Legacy.”

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