His Private Chef (by Amycee) novel Chapter 115

Chapter 115

It didn’t.

Beside me, Liam shifted, hand twitching in sleep, still reaching for something he didn’t know was breaking.

The bed suddenly felt like a battlefield. And I was losing.

I gently lifted his arm off me and slipped out of bed, stepped into the bathroom, and turned the lock with shaking fingers.

I collapsed onto the cold bathroom floor and let tears come.

The kind of tears you don’t scream through, because the pain is older than the wound.

The kind that feels like surrender. Like letting go of something you fought too hard to keep.

Some aches don’t announce themselves. They settle quietly, deep in your bones, and wait for morning to make them real.

That’s what waking up felt like.

The silence in the room was thick, almost peaceful, if you didn’t know better.

Liam was still asleep beside me, arm loosely around my waist. But I slipped out of bed without waking him. I didn’t want to talk. Not yet.

I just needed something normal to do.

So I went to the kitchen.

I pulled eggs from the fridge, started scrambling, made toast, and pressed my finger down too long on the blender button, just for the noise.

Maybe if I stayed busy, the ache wouldn’t creep in.

But it did.

I didn’t hear Liam come in. I only felt his presence behind me, quiet but heavy.

“Hey,” he said softly.

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1 tumed around. He was already dressed for work, his face lined with the kind of exhaustion that comes from knowing the day is already lost before it begins.

“Making breakfast?” he asked.

“Tying to stay sane.”

He stepped forward, pulled me into his armis, and held me tightly against his chest. “I’m heading to the hospital. I’ve already contacted my doctors. We’re going to figure this out, privately. I’ll do everything to make sure this mess doesn’t touch you more than it already has.

I nodded, resting my forehead against his shoulder. “I’m here. I understand.”

He tilted my chin, kissed my forehead, then left a moment later with one last lingering look.

I finished cooking, served myself, and sat at the table.

I wasn’t hungry, but it felt wrong to stand. So I sat.

The front door opened.

“Em?”

Sophia’s voice carried in before she did.

A moment later, she walked into the kitchen, eyes already scanning me.

“Why is Liam texting me to come here immediately? Something about distracting you before you shut down. What’s going on?”

I gave a small shrug. “It’s nothing.”

She looked me up and down. “Your hair’s unbrushed. You’re still in pajamas. There’s toast smoke in the air. Your eyes look like you cried in your sleep. Try again.”

I looked away.

She crossed her arms. “Emily.”

“I don’t have the energy to explain it.‘

“Too bad. I’m here. So talk.”

So I did.

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I told her everything. From Cassie barging into the office, to the pregnancy claim, the ultrasound photo, the messages.

When I finished, I braced myself.

I had never seen Sophia angry.

But now, she’s all fire and fury.

She stood up like her soul had just caught fire. “That manipulative psychopath!” she yelled, pacing across the kitchen. “That girl is out of her mind. I swear to God, I will end her.”

“Please…”

“No, Emily. No. Because what the hell? You’re telling me Liam got drunk, woke up naked next to that woman, and now she’s saying she’s pregnant? Jesus Christ!”

She opened the fridge, grabbed a bottle of cold water, took a long swig like it might help, then threw the cap across the room.

“I swear I could slap sense into both of them!”

“Sophia…”

She turned sharply, then softened.

Then she sat next to me, her voice lower.

“Are you okay?”

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