I Slept with My Boss and Ran Away

As Meredith left the hospital, she clutched the folic acid and the examination report that the doctor had given her in her hands. She was pregnant, carrying Terrence Sterling’s child. Meredith felt overwhelmed by the uncertain future ahead of her. At twenty-five years old, would she become a single mother? Could she really do it?

As Meredith rubbed her stomach, she felt a surge of strength within her at the thought of having a baby. She was an orphan with no family, but now, this baby was the closest thing she had in this world. She was no longer alone.

When it came to Terrence Sterling, Meredith never considered telling him about the pregnancy. Terrence Sterling might not believe her and such confession could even jeopardize her livelihood. How would she support the baby if Thornfield Gardens didn’t want it? What if Terrence Sterling didn’t want the baby?

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“You mean you’re not pregnant, did you mess up?” A woman’s sharp voice echoed in Meredith’s ears. “You’ve been throwing up at home every day, how come you’re not pregnant? What will you do without a child? What about your brother? Why are you so useless!”

Meredith glanced over to see the woman who had just been scolded by another woman, likely her mother.

The woman looked like she had been through a lot, and at the moment she was being dragged away by her mother while being berated.

Glancing at the time, it was five o’clock, and Meredith decided not to go back to the office. She sent a message to Linda: “Linda, I am heading home.”

Linda was currently with Terrence Sterling preparing to go out for social engagements, they were in the elevator.

Linda glanced at the message and replied: “Did you go to the hospital for a check-up? How did it go?”

Meredith: “It’s fine.”

Terrence Sterling shot Linda a look, “Miss Florrick sent you a message?”

Linda quickly put away her phone and replied seriously, “Yes, Mr. Sterling, Miss Florrick went home directly after her hospital check-up.”

Terrence Sterling casually asked, “She’s not having any problems?”

Linda: “Miss Florrick said it’s fine, so it should be fine.”

Terrence Sterling didn’t ask any more questions.

The elevator opened, Terrence Sterling strode out with his long legs, and Linda followed.

Meredith returned to her rented apartment, feeling tired and without appetite. She lay on the couch and soon drifted off to sleep. She was exhausted from working overtime recently.

Waking up from her nap, it was already pitch dark outside. Meredith heard some noise coming from the kitchen, and she realized she had been covered with a blanket.

“Fiona…” Meredith’s heart leapt, thinking it was Fiona who had returned. She quickly went to the kitchen to check.

Justin had just cooked pasta and smiled, “You woke up, you were sleeping so soundly that I didn’t want to disturb you.”

Justin also had a key to the apartment.

“I was too tired. I fell asleep as soon as I got home,” Meredith said. “Are you off work so early today?”

“I finished my work early today. You’ve been working hard lately, and you haven’t been taking care of yourself properly. I can see how worn out you are,” Justin gently said, “Work is important, but your health is even more important.”

Although Meredith was a little hungry, the smell of the pasta put her off, and she felt like throwing up again.

“Get me some vinegar.”

Maybe a bit of sourness would settle her stomach.

Justin immediately went to the kitchen to get it for her.

Meredith poured a lot of vinegar into her food and, smelling the sour aroma, she felt much better.

Seeing how she could handle the vinegar, Justin remarked, “When did your taste change? By the way, are you still not on good terms with Fiona?”

“Since our last argument, she has blocked me. I don’t even know where she lives, and there’s been no chance for us to reconcile,” Meredith said lightly, but she felt a pang in her heart.

After more than twenty years of friendship, how did they end up falling out?

“I’ll help you reach out to Fiona and have a proper chat,” Justin said in a sincere tone, hands placed under the table, his gaze fixed on her. “Meredith, there is something I want to tell you.”

Meredith, eating her pasta, said, “Actually, there is something I want to tell you too.”

“You go first.” Beneath the table, Justin was holding a ring box, having been childhood friends with Meredith and having liked her for a long time, he was planning to confess his feelings that day.

Meredith put down her fork, took a deep breath, and mustered up the courage to say, “Justin, I’m pregnant.”