Mr. Remington Got Me Pregnant novel Chapter 7

Emery’s POV

“Isabel…” I called out quietly before we stepped back into the house.

She turned toward me, hands folded in front of her apron like always. Her face was calm, unreadable. Still, she used the same tone she always did, like she was talking to someone far more important than me.

“Yes, ma’am?”

I swallowed, then forced a smile. I hoped it looked stronger than I felt. “Can you help me leave this place?”

For a second, she didn’t answer. Her eyes searched mine, and something in her expression shifted. We stood there longer than we should’ve, and then she gave a single nod.

“You deserve to be free, ma’am.” That was all it took to make my throat tighten. She knew, she always knew.

Later that night, I packed quietly. No tears and second-guessing. Just the essentials, some clothes, my passport, the ultrasound photo, and nothing else. I left the jewelry, the designer shoes, the luxury handbags.

They were all part of the life that had never really been mine.

The plan was simple. Disguise, distraction, and escape. I changed into one of Isabel’s spare maid uniforms, tying the apron over my stomach even though there was barely a bump to hide.

I tucked my hair into a cap, pulled my sleeves down, and kept my head low. Isabel stayed close, folding clothes, double-checking the hallway, never saying more than she needed to.

She didn’t ask why I was doing this, she didn’t have to.

The truth was, I had never been allowed to leave. Landon and I didn’t fall in love mutually. We didn’t even meet like regular people. Our marriage had been arranged, a business merger disguised as a wedding.

My family needed protection after a scandal threatened to destroy us, and the Remingtons needed a polished, scandal-free bride to soften Landon’s image in the press. I was the perfect fit.

Foreign, educated, well-mannered, and, most importantly, desperate enough to say yes.

The house looked like something out of a magazine, all glass and marble and quiet hallways. But it was a cage. I was expected to smile, sit still, and stay silent.

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