Chapter 3The Billionaire’s Runaway Heiress

A month later, both Mia and I realized our periods were late.

We went to the clinic together. When the ultrasound results came back with "PREGNANCY CONFIRMED" in bold letters, we both stared in dead silence.

Mia snatched my results and hissed, "We agreed to get the career boost and then bail! How did you let this happen?"

"We were careful!" I argued. Then, thinking of that night by the window, I lowered my voice. "But... things got intense. Maybe it failed."

Mia rolled her eyes. I snatched her results back.

"You're one to talk! You don't even have a guy right now! Who's the father?"

Mia blinked, looking guilty. She muttered under her breath, "Ethan’s."

"Who?" I asked, doing my best 'confused face.'

She took a breath and yelled into my ear: "MY EX! ETHAN! STERLING!"

My ears were ringing. "I heard you! You don't have to scream!"

Mia was already broken up, and Ethan had his "first love," Sophie, looming in the background. And I was Caleb’s secret plaything while his fiancée was moving into town.

Neither of these powerful men would want these children.

Mia grabbed my hand. "What if... we just keep the kids and lose the dads?"

I thought about it. Caleb had been generous over the years. With my savings and acting checks, I could afford a house in Australia.

"A villa. Two moms. Two kids. A dog and a cat."

It sounded like the perfect retirement plan.