Mr. Remington Got Me Pregnant novel Chapter 8

Landon’s POV

I was welcomed by silence. Not the peaceful kind. The kind that presses into your ears and makes the whole house feel like it’s holding its breath. The kind that tells you something’s off before your brain catches up.

Well, to be fair, it was always like this. Emery wasn’t exactly the talkative type.

Our house was big, polished, and way too quiet most days. I got used to it. She was always soft-spoken, always careful not to take up too much space. I used to tell myself that was just her nature.

I got home late that night, colder, exhausted, half-distracted. Two weeks overseas dealing with corporate vultures who only cared about numbers and power plays.

I was running on caffeine and short patience, just wanting a drink and maybe a few hours of actual sleep.

Dropping my suitcase, I loosened my tie and called out, “Tell the butler I want to meet the legal team tomorrow morning.”

No one said anything about Emery. I didn’t ask. I didn’t even think about her right away, which… says a lot now. I poured myself a drink and headed upstairs.

My steps echoed a little too sharply on the marble floor. When I reached the master bedroom, I paused.

Everything looked too still. Not untouched, but almost reset. Her side of the room looked cleaner than usual, too clean.

Shaking it off, I walked in, removing my watch and placing my phone on the nightstand. That’s when I saw it, something small and familiar sitting under the soft glow of the lamp.

Her wedding ring.

For a few seconds, I just stared at it, like it might explain itself. Then it hit me. I opened the closet. Some of her clothes were still there, but her favorites? Gone. I pulled open the drawers, empty.

The bathroom counter was cleared. No makeup bag, no perfume, her robe wasn’t behind the door. Her pillow looked perfectly fluffed, untouched. And that’s when it sank in. She was gone.

I spun on my heel and stormed down the hallway, fury already crawling up my spine.

At the top of the stairs, I shouted, “Everyone. Main hall. Now.”

The staff scrambled to assemble. Nervous glances. Shuffling feet. No one spoke. I scanned their faces one by one.

Pregnant.

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