CHAPTER 86

Lisa's POV

I go slowly toward our bedroom.

rather in Damien's room. It is once again not mine.

Despite the fact that it had been two weeks since my previous visit, I entered the boss's marital house at 5 a.m. as if it were nothing out of the ordinary.

The maids won't call Damien, I'm certain of that. They aren't aware of our rift, are they?

Damien forced me to from the hospital, and I am aware that right now, traveling to Grandma's house is not the best course of action. When Damien discovers me there, Grandma will let him in.

I removed the window from the bathroom and waited until I was certain that they had all left to look for me elsewhere after noticing my absence before bringing the window back inside and sobbing uncontrollably on the toilet.

I sobbed uncontrollably. The timing is incorrect, not because being pregnant is a terrible thing.

They won't appreciate my baby. They won't adore my baby. Not being proud of him, his father.

Damien's outraged demeanor was understandable. This explains why Sabrina was making fun of him as she laughed. They were aware of his intense hatred for kids, but I won't allow it to affect my child.

Being absent from our life is preferable to his remaining and disliking what we shared and what came about as a consequence of our sharing.

Better is because of my infant.

I sobbed till I was satisfied and left the hospital. Even though I had nowhere else to go, I took a taxi to Grandma's house not because I intended to spend the night there. I merely went there to check on Grandma's whereabouts.

She wasn't at home, but as soon as I urged the taxi driver to go, I saw Safina and she was getting out of the vehicle, looking worried.

I hoped I could reassure them that I was okay and would be okay, but I was unable to do so. I just need some solitude. by me. If I show up there, Grandma may not allow me to do what I want to do and she could let Damien know where I'm going.

I do not want that. When I am prepared and want to, I will return home.

The same taxi transported me to Gabriel's house. They wanted to walk inside and ask Sabrina to let me stay the night and help me acquire the items I came to this place for was strong, but I refrained from doing so.

If I inform anybody about what I plan to accomplish, I won't be able to rest well knowing Damien won't find me.

Instead, I tell the taxi driver to leave once again.

Gabriel is devoted to Jayden, and if Sabrina finds out where I am, he could inform him. I chose to come here since I am aware that they are looking everywhere for me.

There is no doubt that now is the ideal time to visit. Damien is out searching for me, and after I go, he won't even be aware of anything until he returns home and discovers that all of my belongings have also vanished.

I had no money, therefore I was unable to reserve a hotel room for the night. The only thing I have is my phone, and I had to come here to recover all of my belongings, including the clothing he purchased for me, my credit cards, and my passport and visa for travel abroad.

I want to disappear without a trace. I want everything to be finished and gone.

I won't even feel guilty about accepting the clothing he bought me since I'll see them as payment for the sex.

If it had been the previous Lisa, I may have opted to leave the clothing behind and go where I wanted to go in order to avoid being reminded of him.

But what good is it to do that?

The seed he planted inside of me will compel me to think about him whether I agree with the clothing or not.

His embryo.

When we had an argument and then made up with sex that evening at the hotel, he injected his sperm into me. I sensed it. I could feel it rushing inside me, but I never anticipated this. I never considered that I would be giving birth to a child for Damien.

No way in a million.

I'll be reminded of him via my child. He is the outcome of our actions. No matter how hard I try, I will never forget that we created this child.

This infant will continue to serve as a constant reminder of the alleged error that caused everything. I don't regret it, however. I'm simply sorry that it's occurring.

To Damien, it is just a dreadful mistake, as is my pregnancy, but whether he likes it or not, I am keeping this child.

Thankfully, when I turn the knob, the door is not locked. He must have gone quickly the night before to meet me at the party and hadn't even noticed that he hadn't locked the door.

Even though I knew Damien was capable of anything, I was startled to see him. He must have had one of his guards keep an eye on my whereabouts, and when he heard that I was at a party, he drove all the way here to try to persuade me to join him in going back home.

Bullshit!

He is a piece of garbage in every way. This marriage is a total joke!

When I walk into the room, the Adrianna Vineyard wine glass is the first thing I see. The one that we both enjoyed was taking a seat on the coffee table with two glasses of wine that were almost full.

Was he intoxicated before I informed him I was at the club?

I look away from the drink and circle the space.

I started working after realizing that I was here for a cause and that I didn't have much time. If I don't have my purse—which is in the closet—with me, the taxi driver is waiting for me outside, and there is no way in the world that I can pay him.

The day I went home, I probably left a mess of clothing on the floor. Damien probably requested the housekeepers to put them neatly back in the closet.

I quickly pack half of the clothing and throw them into my luggage, then I continue the procedure until there are no more garments. I then go on to the shoe aisle and repeat the process there before going to the dresser to get my lotions, deodorants, and antiperspirants.

I bundle everything up.

Everything I took with me and everything he procured for me.

I don't leave a trace.

The three bags are completely packed. The majority of the expensive bags he bought for me are in the third suitcase.

I pull the luggage out the door and grab my handbag, which holds my passport, visa, and pocketbook, keeping in mind that the taxi driver could get restless due to the time I have taken. I put my phone in my purse and motioned for the downstairs maid to assist me by coming up.

Even though they are raising skeptical eyebrows at me, she summons another maid, and they arrive to assist without any hesitation.

Take them to the taxi that is waiting outside, please. Be quick about it, I tell them as I follow after them as they lug the three luggage down.

Natalie approaches me and looks around. "What's going on? The boss has vanished. You've been abroad for weeks, and he didn't return home last night. Is everything okay?

I grin at her and decide to lie since I don't want her questioning to take too long. "Nothing is wrong. I'm taking a vacation.

Along with the boss?

"Really not. He could decide to come meet me there when he gets back home.

She doesn't seem persuaded, but I don't feel like I can start describing what occurred or answering her questions right now.

I wave goodbye and say, "See you soon," before passing past her.

As I make my way to the front entrance, I can feel her gaze on my back. I turn around to face her as I reach the door.

I also grin back at her.

I leave quickly, quickening my step as the maids return without anything.

I express my gratitude to them by saying "thank you". They salute me while bowing.

The gate swings wide as though a vehicle is approaching before I can reach it. As I predicted, a car pulls up, and it turns out to be Damien's vehicle.

My pulse quickens. My legs are propelling me toward the open gate before he can notice me because my senses are sharp.

He notices me as I sprint by the automobile.

"Lisa? Lisa!" He calls, but I don't hear him since I'm busy. He won't be able to stop me. He can't dislike my child, I promise. I'm not going to allow him to devalue our child. Never again will I allow him to treat me like this and make me unhappy.

"Lisa!" I sprint as quickly as I can out of the gate and into the waiting taxi as I hear the loud slamming of the vehicle door.

I hear big footsteps coming up behind me and Damien's voice, but I don't stop.

Driving is encouraged. Before getting in the vehicle, I chant to the driver.

He starts the vehicle engine and drives off as I open the car door, drop into the seat, and slam the door shut.