The Girl in the Hoodie is Mine

Chapter 196: "Jake, Meet Your New Lover”

ELLA’S POV

I really didn’t know what to do.

One second, I was just Ella Kingsley, the woman on a mission, the one playing a dangerous game of revenge and control. And now?

Now, I was... pregnant.

Pregnant.

The word felt so foreign in my mind, like it belonged to someone else, some other woman who had planned for this, dreamed about it, wanted it. But that wasn’t me. This wasn’t part of the plan.

Yet, across from me, Jason was grinning like an idiot, tossing out ridiculous baby names every few minutes like this was the best news of his life.

How was he so damn happy about this?

I should be panicking. I should be furious. But for some reason, all I felt was... tired.

Tired of fighting him. Tired of pretending I didn’t feel the shift between us.

Tired of trying to convince myself that I hated this marriage when, deep down, I wasn’t sure anymore.

I couldn’t even imagine getting rid of it. The thought made something twist uncomfortably in my chest.

So, that left me with one option—calling a truce with Jason. At least for now. At least until I figured out what the hell I was supposed to do.

I sighed, rubbing my temples. "Jason."

He stopped mid-ramble about baby room colors and looked at me. "Yeah?"

I swallowed, trying to find the right words. "This... this was never part of the plan."

His smile faltered for a split second before he recovered, giving me a softer look. "I know."

"I don’t know how to be a mother," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper.

Jason reached for my hand, squeezing it. "I don’t know how to be a father either," he said. "But I do know that we’ll figure it out. Together."

I stared at our intertwined fingers, at the warmth of his hand around mine. For once, I let myself believe him.

This was all because of that stupid, disgusting, low-life Jake.

If he had just kept his filthy hands to himself, I wouldn’t be in this mess. I wouldn’t be sitting here, staring at Jason, trying to process the fact that I was pregnant.

I mean, seriously, how did my life spiral into this chaos?

Just as I was mentally cursing that bastard for the hundredth time today, my phone pinged with a notification.

I almost ignored it.

But something told me to check.

So, I did.

And what I saw nearly made me drop my phone.

My eyes widened as I scrolled, my mouth hanging open in sheer disbelief.

No. Way.

"What the—" I choked out.

Jason, noticing my reaction, leaned in. "What is it?"

I turned the screen toward him.

There, plastered all over the internet, was Jake.

Naked. With a dog.

The captions were brutal. The backlash was vicious.

One comment read:

"Somebody call Animal Control. This man is a menace."

Another said:

"Jake always gave me weird vibes... but THIS??!"

And my personal favorite:

"This dude went from predator to prey REAL quick."

Jason was quiet for exactly two seconds before he burst into laughter.

"Oh my God," he gasped, wheezing as he held his stomach. "It actually worked."

My head snapped toward him. "YOU. DID. THIS?!"

Jason just smirked, still laughing, completely unrepentant.

"That bastard tried to drug you, Ella. You really thought I was gonna let that slide?" He leaned back, arms behind his head, looking way too smug. "Nah. I told you—I don’t believe in just revenge."

I blinked. "You believe in destruction."

Jason winked. "Exactly."

I couldn’t believe it.

This psycho really just ruined Jake’s entire existence.

I should have been horrified. I should have been scolding him.

But instead—I started laughing too.

Because honestly?

That asshole had it coming.

The entire internet was tearing Jake apart.

It was a public execution—and honestly? I was here for it.

I had planned to destroy him myself. I had thought of ways to annihilate his reputation, to make him feel the same helplessness he tried to force on me.

But Jason beat me to it.

And damn—he didn’t just ruin Jake.

He completely erased him.

I kept scrolling, my eyes widening at the absolute carnage unfolding online.

Jake’s reputation? Gone.

His fame? Nonexistent.

His future as CEO of Black Corp? Yeah, that was on life support.

The headlines were brutal:

"Jake’s secret love affair with a dog?!?!"

"Billionaire businessman caught in a scandalous night with an animal!"

"Exclusive: The full video of Jake’s ’special’ night with Titan!"

"From Billionaire to Beast? The Fall of Jake Black."

And the internet?

It exploded.

#JakeAndBruno was trending in under an hour.

Memes flooded in, some featuring romantic music edits of Jake and Bruno.

A few accounts even started shipping them.

One particular meme stood out: "When she says ’ruff’ in bed, but you didn’t expect it literally."

I turned to Jason, still shell-shocked.

"You... you actually did it."

Jason smirked, looking way too pleased with himself. "I told you, sweetheart—revenge is boring. I prefer obliteration."

I should have been mad. I should have scolded him for going this far.

But instead?

I just grinned.

Because this?

This was poetic justice.

I know it’s rude—but good lord, this was the funniest thing I had ever seen.

Jason and I sat in the living room, scrolling through the internet, crying with laughter at the absolute circus that Jake’s life had become.

The memes? Pure gold.

Someone had edited Jake’s face onto a National Geographic documentary cover titled:

"When Animals Attack: A Love Story."

Another one showed a Netflix movie poster, but instead of The Wolf of Wall Street, it read:

"The DOG of Wall Street – Starring Jake Black."

Jason was wheezing next to me, clutching his stomach. "Oh my god, look at this one." He shoved his phone in my face.

It was a screenshot of Jake’s leaked video with the caption:

"Bro thought he was the Alpha but ended up the pet."

I choked on my drink. "Jason, stop—I’m gonna pee myself!"

He grinned. "Oh no, sweetheart, you can’t be having bladder problems yet. We still have months before—"

I shoved him. "Shut up."

But I couldn’t stop laughing.

The entire world was dragging Jake through the dirt, and the best part?

There was no coming back from this.

Jason leaned back, stretching his arms behind his head like a king admiring his kingdom after a successful conquest.

"Honestly? This might be my finest work."

I wiped a tear from my eye. "I hate to admit it, but... yeah. You annihilated him."

Jason’s smirk turned devilish. "And the best part? He has no idea it was me."

I whistled. "Damn. You can be scary."

He turned to me, eyes darkening slightly. "Sweetheart, you’re the only person in this world who never has to worry about that."

My heart did a little flip.

Stupid hormones. Stupid Jason. Stupid smug, evil, gorgeous husband.

I shook my head and grabbed another piece of chocolate, focusing back on the memes.

Tonight? frёeωebɳovel.com

Tonight, we celebrated.

Tomorrow?

I’d figure out what the hell I was going to do about this unexpected pregnancy.