Pregnant and Homeless✔

Chapter 43

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"Did it work?" I whispered into the phone.

"It did, "Valdo assured. "Just continue what you're doing. If our source is right, then, he should be passing you in around five to ten minutes. Act normal. We have eyes on you. If he tries to hurt you, they'll take care of him."

I nod then remembered he couldn't see me, "Okay. I'll be fine." I won't let William get close enough to hurt me.

The call went silent for a few seconds then he spoke again, "Okay, I'll see you soon." I removed the phone from my ears and placed it in my handbag.

We came up with the perfect plan to get William to request a DNA test. We would make him believe that he chose the doctor for the test. How would we do that?

Around half an hour ago, William was pushed down by a man who was running from another man. That's where Dr Jones came in. He saw the whole, 'Accident' and offered to help William. After fixing him up, he gave William his business card to contact him if he starts to feel any pain from the accident.

We weren't 100% sure that it would work, but we could try. William didn't know anyone in New York, and so we were sure he'd jump to contact the same doctor who helped him.

I took a deep breath and started walking idly around the 7-eleven. William would usually pass here to get a snack on his way to his apartment. He dared to leave Alton and rent an apartment close by us just for revenge.

If that doesn't scream crazy, then I don't know what does.

I took up a bag of Oreos and started examining its label. It's been a while since I've eaten one. It was a bit too sweet for me. My eyes widen, "Product of Peru. Interesting." I always thought Oreos was made in America. I guess I was never bored enough to read the label before or any other label for that matter.

I placed the Oreos in my basket and moved down the aisle. I started looking at the items one by one until a lost track of time.

Suddenly, I heard a laugh behind me. I jumped startled.

I turned around to see William five feet away from me.

"If it isn't the Runaway Slut." he looked behind me, "So, Mr Billionaire isn't here to save you this time." he chuckled.

"Are you following me?" I needed to keep the act.

He laughed, "I wasn't actually but a good idea. I should start doing that."

I rolled my eyes at him, "What do you want William?

He gave me a devious smile, "To take my child away from you? By the way, where is she?"

I looked into his brown eyes with contempt. "Jamaica is not your child, and where she is, is none of your business." Why was she his child all of a sudden? He never wanted her. He still didn't want her. He just wanted me to suffer.

"Not my child?" he laughed. "I remembered the day you told me you were pregnant." So did I and you called me a whore.

"You denied being the father, and as it turns out, you weren't." I lied.

He laughed, "I know she's mine."

"She's not. Valdo, my husband, is her father." He knew Valdo, and I had gotten married, so I didn't pretend otherwise.

He chuckled, "He must be nuts to marry a whore like you. Does he know that Jamaica isn't his?"

"Jamaica is very much Valdo's child, and a DNA could easily prove that." I was never a good liar, but I prayed to God William was taking the bait.