His Private Chef (by Amycee) novel Chapter 130

He stepped forward, pulled me into his arms, 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.

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

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When I finished, I braced myself.

I had never seen Sophia angry.

But now, she’s all fire and fury.

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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?”

And I broke.

I didn’t mean to.

But the tears fell so fast I couldn’t speak.

“I don’t know,” I whispered into my palms. “I’m honestly tired.”

She wrapped her arms around me tightly. “I know. I know, babe. You’ve been through enough. And this? This is too much.”

I let myself cry until the shaking stopped. Until the ache dulled into silence.

Then Sophia stood up, cleared her throat dramatically, and said, “Okay. I’m prescribing medicine.”

“What kind of medicine?”

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She smirked. “The kind that involves popcorn and the stupidest, funniest, most brainless movie we can find.”

And that’s exactly what we did.

We sat curled up under a blanket, watching the dumbest comedy we could find. She picked it because she said it had zero romance, and no emotional depth.

We laughed. Not the kind that healed, but the kind that paused the pain.

We were still halfway through the movie, completely gone in it, when the front door opened.

Liam walked in, and Sophia immediately hit pause.

She stood up like a soldier about to go to war.

“Well, if it isn’t the careless brother himself.”

Liam ran a hand through his hair, eyes on me first, then on her. “I deserve that. But I didn’t sleep with her, Sophia. I didn’t do this.”

“Well, she says

it’s your

your child.”

“She’s lying. I’m working on fixing this.”

“You’d better fix it fast,” she snapped. “Because I swear to God if she walks in here…”

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