Dad's best friend secret baby

Chapter 11

Ethan

It's time to visit the testing facility, sir."

New week, new tasks.

I nodded. "Prepare yourself. We leave in ten minutes."

She gave a curt bow before leaving for her office.
Two things were taking me— us— to the testing facility. One was the biomedics or biomechatronic project. The other was Project Hornet. The material had arrived three days earlier, so I needed to ensure they were high-quality Titanium Alloys.

Titanium Alloys weren't just ordinary materials. They were top-notch. The best quality of steel the Air Force base could get.

Shutting down my laptop, I stood up and adjusted my suit before stepping out.

I met her just outside the door. With another nod, I motioned for her to walk in front. I quickly regretted it.

She was wearing pants. Cream colored with a material that emphasized—

I stifled a groan. It would be the first time seeing her in such. It was definitely different.

We entered the elevator. And I didn't miss the distance she put between us. Thankfully, she didn't press herself into the wall.

Either way, this was best.

I sighed, my hands into the pocket of my pants, and threw her another glance. Her head was now turned to the ground, hands folded professionally in the front, with a tablet between them. I returned my eyes to the doors.

They opened. This time, I walked first, listening to her heels clack behind me. This was also the first time she wore such nice shoes. It was usually flats.

I wondered why certain things seemed to change today.

"Good morning, sir." The receptionist quickly shuffled to her feet.

A curt nod was my response. And the same was my response when the robot addressed me. "Good morning, Mr. Thorne. Have a wonderful morning."

That was programmed to address just me specifically. To others, it was a general acknowledgment.

We reached the black SUV. I waited for her to climb in before doing the same. Lewis would drive us today.

I watched as she scooted to the other side. She maintained the same distance just like she did in the elevator. Gritting my teeth, I leaned my head against the seat.

All I needed was a good rest. Not assessing my damn employee every minute I got. Since the journey was about two hours, I shut my eyes.

Instead of zoning out, I started to think. About everything...

"Getting married to you was a mistake," she spat. "I should never have gotten pregnant for you. You're not worth it."

"Stop it, Olivia," I warned.

"Or what? Dip your head further into work and avoid interaction?" She taunted in my face. I was used to it.

"I barely see you for a whole week. Damn it, Ethan. I'm your wife, for fuck's sake. You're barely there."

"And whose fault is that?" I growled.

"Now, you're pinning this on me?" You know what? I can't be with you tonight. Fuck you."

Releasing a heavy breath, I adjusted my head on the headrest.

A man goes where there's peace of mind. Barely a few months after Sophie's birth, I started to find peace in my work rather than my home.

Olivia was four months pregnant with Sophie when I married her. I loved her at first. But then it all went to shit.

That wasn't our last argument, and it definitely wasn't the first. It was one of the many. It was the process where I started to become the villain.