I ran away with the baby

I was once Mike Wilson's sugar baby. Pretty, sweet, obedient, and perfectly matched with his bedroom preferences. That's why this guy who normally avoided women did something that shocked everyone—he kept me around for three years.

Just when everyone was wondering if he might actually love me... he got into a car accident. And conveniently forgot only me.

While I was fuming about this, his assistant Tom called to deliver the news about how post-amnesia Mike wanted to handle me.

"Miss Emily, after losing his memory, Mr. Wilson finds the idea of being a spoiled rich kid with a sugar baby completely bewildering. He doesn't believe he had any feelings for you and doesn't want to see you again. I'm sorry, but you'll need to move out of the Riverside Villa within the next couple of days."

That villa had been my home for three years. After so long, I'd really started to think of it as home. I'd decorated it with the pink lace I loved, and planted sunflowers—my favorites—all over the garden. So hearing I had to leave made me pretty sad.

But it was his property and his money. His choice.

I nodded dejectedly, ready to leave empty-handed.

Then Tom changed his tone: "Mr. Wilson isn't heartless. He understands you've been with him for three years and feels you deserve something for your time. He's transferred a breakup payment to you and is giving you an apartment in the suburbs. All he asks is that you don't contact him again..."

Just then, I received a text notification—a seven-figure sum had been deposited into my account!

My sadness vanished instantly. Fireworks of joy exploded in my mind. I couldn't help but smile as I promised Tom: "Don't worry, I'll move out in two days—no, TODAY—and I promise never to show up in front of your boss again."

I'd hit the jackpot! Money, plus a baby with great genes growing in my belly, and I wouldn't have to cater to an insatiable man at night anymore. Score!

Yes, I was pregnant.

I love children. When I first found out, I had subtly tried to gauge Mike's feelings.

"Do you like children?" I asked casually.

"No," he replied without hesitation. "They're noisy and annoying."

He gave me a suspicious look. "Are you wanting kids?"

His expression was so serious that I knew if I said yes, he'd kick me out immediately.

I quickly shook my head. "No way! I actually hate kids. Besides, our relationship isn't the kind where we should have children..."

I thought my answer perfectly reflected his feelings. But for some reason, Mike suddenly lost it.

"What kind of relationship do we have exactly?" he demanded.

"You don't want to have children with me?"

Since he clearly couldn't read between the lines, I mentally gave him a thumbs-down behind his back.

Typical. He ended up throwing me onto the bed again.

Thankfully, the baby was resilient. Despite his father pounding away all night like a jackhammer, my little one held on.

This strengthened my resolve to keep the baby.

So when Mike lost his memory and paid me to le...