Chapter 3After Bearing the Alpha Billionaire’s Child, I Cried in Terror

The humiliation was crushing, but I forced myself to nod. “I never expected such a… bizarre situation. I’m so sorry to have wasted your time.”

Damian gave me a look I couldn't decipher, then barked an order to the doctor behind him. “Dr. Miles, examine her. See if she’s telling the truth.”

It’s over! Dear God, you’re determined to take both my dignity and my life, aren’t you?

Under Damian’s intense gaze, I held out my arm, feeling like the Grim Reaper was already calling my name.

Dr. Miles conducted a thorough check, then pushed his glasses up his nose. “Mr. Blackwood, Miss Monroe’s physical condition is… quite unique.”

Damian raised an eyebrow. “Unique how?”

Dr. Miles’s tone was serious. “Her heartbeat is strong, her vitals are excellent. She shows none of the signs of a woman who has just endured childbirth. From a medical standpoint, she does not present as postpartum at all.”

My eyes lit up. I wanted to fall at Dr. Miles’s feet and thank him. Of course, a normal woman would be half-dead after giving birth. But I wasn't normal! The five kittens combined weighed next to nothing. Delivering them had been no different from… well, what I claimed it was. If Damian wasn’t here, I could probably run a hundred-meter dash.

Hearing the doctor’s report, Damian’s face grew even darker. He was probably picturing himself waiting anxiously outside the door for a pile of crap. A vein pulsed in his temple.

He stared at me, his voice a low growl. “You absolute idiot.”

“From now on, you’re moving to the back shed! You are not to come out without my permission!”

The back shed?

I nodded eagerly. “Thank you, Mr. Blackwood, for your immense generosity!”

It worked! I was alive!

The sheer joy of survival made me dizzy. I quickly grabbed a stunned Martha and the trash bin containing my children, and we moved into the shed that very night.

It was dilapidated and old, but as I looked at the five tiny kittens nestled on a makeshift cushion, it felt like paradise.

“Martha, quick, get some rice water. These little ones must be hungry.”

Martha brought the water, but no matter how we tried, the kittens wouldn't drink. Seeing them huddled together so pitifully, Martha hesitated. “Miss Monroe, since you… gave birth to them… maybe you should try nursing them?”

A human nursing cats? Was that even a thing?

But they were mine. I couldn’t just watch them starve.

I managed to express a little milk into a bowl. The moment I did, the five kittens, their eyes still sealed shut, scrambled toward it as if drawn by an invisible force. They lapped up the entire bowl in seconds.

Just like their mother, I thought with a swell of pride. Tough little survivors.

As I continued to feed them, I pondered the whole situation. I had only been with one man in my entire life: Damian Blackwood. So why did I give birth to a litter of kittens?

I retraced every single detail before and during my pregnancy. My diet was normal. I hadn't been exposed to anything strange. The only unusual thing was the day before I slept with Damian. I’d found a pure white stray cat in a corner of the garden and given it some meat.

Could it be? Was that cat repaying my kindness by gifting me five of its children?

As I was lost in thought, I heard a soft, sweet voice.

“Mama, hungry.”

I thought I was hearing things.

I looked down, and nearly jumped out of my skin.

The five kittens who had just been greedily drinking milk had transformed into five plump, cherubic babies!