Detective On Duty-Chapter 31: Pregnant

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Katherine stood frozen, the realization of the mole the unmistakable mark on Ava’s shoulder slamming the final piece of the puzzle into place. The girl on James was Ava. The sheer malice of the deception took her breath away. She walked to Ava’s desk, her steps heavy and deliberate, her face a mask of cold fury.

Ava looked up, sensing the shift in the office atmosphere. "Ava, why have you done this?" Katherine’s voice was low, trembling with effort. "Why? What have I done to you?"

Ava stared back, her expression perfectly innocent. "Katherine, I have no idea what you’re talking about. Are you feeling alright?"

Katherine leaned over the desk, her voice escalating to a hiss. "Don’t you dare play the innocent act with me! Why did you sleep with him? I caught you in the act! What did I fucking do to you, Ava? I gave you the best friendship you deserved, but this is what you did to me!"

Processing the accusation, Ava dropped her innocent pretense, her eyes narrowing with years of suppressed resentment. "You want to know why?" she challenged, rising to her feet. "You slept your way into becoming an assistant manager, Katherine! You humiliated me! Telling me I’ll get the job, but you did instead and how?!"

"Mind your mouth, Ava!" Katherine retorted, the words sharp with righteous indignation. "I did not do anything! It was fair and square! It’s not my fault I’m better than you when it comes to doing our jobs! Staying late all the time does not mean you’ll get promoted. You are just too jealous to see that I have more potential than you when it comes to doing our business!" Katherine’s voice dropped to a cutting whisper. "You don’t do work by yourself! You give other people to do them for you! I’ve caught you in the act of taking credit for someone else’s reports! In that way, how is it possible for you to become an assistant? You are a useless piece of trash, Ava! Cheating with my boyfriend just because of this, then you are a—"

Katherine stopped abruptly. The shouting had drawn the entire office’s attention. Every head was turned toward them. "She’s a what?" Ava sneered, sensing her chance to regain control through public scandal.

Katherine simply glared, her chest heaving, before turning on her heel and walking out.

A sudden, loud murmur filled the air as Katherine left the building. "I thought they were close," some whispered. "Best friends," others confirmed. The shock of the public, bitter confrontation hung heavy in the air, guaranteeing that the end of Katherine and Ava’s friendship would be the office’s main gossip for weeks.

Katherine who wasn’t feeling well went to the hospital and made an appointment with the doctor, after they checked her they told her to come next time for the results and she nodded to their agreement. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

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Katherine now remembered her appointment she made with the hospital and went there again, "doctor ate the results out now?" She questioned curiously and the doctor nodded.

"Here are the results, it’s says you are pregnant, your body was just reacting to your pregnancy nothing unusual." The doctor said, "congrats." Katherine bit her lips, a feeling of panic hit her hard, she didn’t know who owns the child, was it James or Adrian? "Or is it not a congrats to you," the doctor asked noticing the irksome look on her face. And she left the hospital without saying another word.

Grabbing the papers and walking without focusing on the road she hits a man who seems in a hurry, the paper descended from her grip and scattered on the floor, the man quickly bent down saying, "I’m so sorry." Picking the papers and he caught her name.

Ava stood paralyzed by rage, the silence in the office only amplifying the humiliating words Katherine had hurled at her. The whispers of the colleagues, I thought they were close, were daggers in her pride. Katherine had not just exposed her infidelity, she had exposed her inadequacy. Fueled by this consuming fury, Ava stormed out of the building.

She walked straight to the nearest bar, needing oblivion. She ordered drink after drink, the alcohol dulling the sting of the day’s events but sharpening her desire for revenge. She was deep in her cups when she noticed a man sitting alone a few stools down. He was burly, his face rough, and he was clearly looking for company.

"Hey," Ava slurred, sliding off her stool. "You look lonely. Wanna hang?" The man’s eyes lit up instantly. He nodded, grinning, the answer obvious.

They quickly hooked a room at a cheap, nearby hotel. Their passion was rough and loud, starting right at the door. Their moans and heavy breathing filled the air, a desperate, sweaty encounter that lasted until they collapsed onto the sheets, their bodies covered in sweat.

The next morning, Ava woke up first. She watched the man whose name she barely knew as he began to dress. She sat up.

"Wait," she commanded, her voice surprisingly steady despite the hangover. "Before you go, can you get a job done for me?"

The man looked suspicious. "What kind of job?"

Ava reached into her expensive purse and pulled out a stack of crisp bills, a huge amount of money. She laid the money on the bedside table. "A simple job," she said. "I need someone put in their place."

The man’s eyes fixed on the cash, and he immediately agreed. "You got it. What do you need?"

Ava smiled, a cold, predatory expression. She rummaged through her purse again and pulled out a photograph she had kept hidden a picture of Katherine Vance. She placed the photo next to the pile of money. "This is the girl. She needs a lesson. I’m paying you to..."

The number of letters from James had escalated from apologetic to desperate, flooding Katherine’s mailbox daily. Seeing them piled on her table, she knew it was time. She had to cut this toxic relationship off permanently.

She drove to his house and knocked on the door, but received no answer. She tried the handle and found it unlocked. Pushing the door open, she stepped inside and instantly saw the mess shattered glass, broken ceramics, and clothes scattered across the expensive floor. It was the physical manifestation of the rage James had succumbed to days earlier. Instead of heading to his bedroom, Katherine instinctively went to the study, where he often retreated when he was deeply troubled. There, slumped in his leather armchair, she found him.

James was drunk. His hair was disheveled, his eyes glazed, and the table beside him held a sequence of empty bottles. Katherine felt a surge of cold frustration. Now? she thought. At the exact moment she was ready to deliver the final, clean break, he was incapacitated.

"Doesn’t he still know he’s a lightweight?" she muttered under her breath, a habit of worry surfacing despite her anger.

She walked over to help him up, intending to lead him to his bed. But as she reached for his arm, James stirred. His hand shot out with surprising speed and strength, gripping her wrist. He didn’t let go; instead, he exerted a sudden force and

dragged her down.

She stumbled, landing hard, half-sitting on his lap. "What the hell do you think you’re doing James?"