Pregnant With My Guardian's Heir

"Miss, congratulations, you're pregnant. Four weeks along."

Emma Patterson's hands trembled as she picked up the pregnancy test report, her mind full of confusion.

After that accident a month ago, Marcus Donovan had forced her to take birth control pills. Why was she still pregnant?

Could there have been something wrong with the pills?

Emma didn't dare think further. She hurriedly left the hospital and returned home, searching for that box of birth control pills. She discovered they were actually vitamin tablets.

Marcus had been so insistent at the time that she'd swallowed them without looking carefully. She had no idea when someone had switched the pills.

Just as Emma was puzzling over this, a cold, deep male voice came from behind her. "What are you doing?"

Her hand shook, and she instinctively hid the pill box behind her back, then slowly turned around.

Marcus was leaning against the doorframe, his gaze cold as he stared at Emma. His suit jacket was casually draped over his arm, and his shirt outlined his broad, solid abs.

He walked in step by step, his tall figure looming over her with an overwhelming sense of pressure.

"What's in your hand?" He looked at Emma's hand behind her back and commanded sharply, "Take it out!"

"It's nothing." Emma's voice trembled, and her feet involuntarily stepped backward.

"Take it out! Don't make me say it twice!" He grabbed Emma's wrist, gripping so hard it felt like he would crush her bones.

Emma cried out in pain, her fingers forced open, and the pill box fell from her hand.

Marcus's gaze swept to the floor. He picked up the box, and when he saw the vitamin tablets inside, his deep blue eyes surged with anger and disgust. "What's going on? You'd better explain this clearly!"

"I... I didn't know the pills had been switched either." Emma's face was pale as she stammered her defense.

"Didn't know?" He sharply interrupted Emma, suddenly laughing coldly, his smile full of mockery. "Emma, do you think your clumsy tricks can fool me again?"

"I didn't! I really didn't know!" Emma felt wronged, tears welling up uncontrollably. "Please believe me, I just discovered this."

"Believe you?" He acted as if he'd heard the biggest joke, violently throwing off Emma's wrist and pushing her to the floor. "A woman who used despicable means to have a one-night stand with me—what right do you have to ask for my trust?"

Emma's heart sank bit by bit.

He had once been her adoptive father, but now he was her husband.

This relationship, in everyone's eyes, was immoral.

Ever since the news of Emma and Marcus's one-night stand was exposed, Marcus had never touched her again. That accident a month ago was their only intimacy in three years.

"Tell me, how long ago were the pills switched? Did you go to the hospital for a checkup?"

His gaze was cold as a blade. With each step he pressed forward, Emma couldn't help but stagger backward until her back hit the wall with nowhere to escape.

Emma gently placed her hand on her lower abdomen, holding back her tears, and asked him with a hint of hope, "If—I'm just saying if—we had a child, would you want him?"

"No." Marcus answered almost without hesitation. He lifted Emma's chin, his eyes contemptuous. "You think you deserve to have my child? What, scheming against me wasn't enough? Now you want to threaten me with a child?"

In that moment, Emma's heart died completely.

Seeing her silence, Marcus glanced at her still-flat abdomen. "Are you really pregnant?"

"No!" Emma immediately shook her head in denial.