"Thank you for patiently waiting, Madame Mancini. Here are your results," She said kindly, handing me the papers. I tried to scan through them, but before I could fully understand what I was reading, the doctor interrupted with a soft smile on her face.
"Congratulations."
My heart dropped.
"Doctor… what do you mean?" I asked, my voice weak.
She didn't hesitate. "Madame Clara Mancini, you are three weeks pregnant."
I've wanted to be pregnant for so long, but I know I shouldn't be. Donovan has made it clear. He never wanted children, never wanted to build a family with me.
"Is everything alright?" The doctor asked, her voice careful, as if she could sense the dread inside me.
I forced a smile and shook my head.
"Yes, definitely," I whispered before walking out. There was nothing I could feel but heaviness in my chest.
Hours have passed since I got the news, but my mind is still reeling. I'm pregnant. And I'm terrified.
How will Donovan react? What will he do when he finds out?
My thoughts spiral.
What if he lashes out? What if he does something terrible... to me, to our baby?
The fear is overwhelming.
I don't know how to tell him. I don't even know if I'll find the courage to say it. But one way or another, he has to know. I guess I just need to find the right moment, if there ever is one.
I sat on the couch in the leisure room, absentmindedly caressing my belly. I was lost in thought, when suddenly, fingers snapped in front of me. Donovan stood there, his eyes sharp.
"What the hell are you thinking? You look so tense," He muttered, his gaze piercing through me.
I swallowed hard, struggling to find my voice. "Uh… nothing. Just a headache," I managed to say, avoiding his eyes.
But as I spoke, my gaze fell to his lips—there was a fresh cut, like someone had bitten him. Then, my eyes drifted to his collar, where a faint lipstick stain stood out.
I blinked, trying to process what I was seeing. My mind raced with questions. Is he cheating on me? Did he just come from another woman's arms? Has this been going on for a while? The doubts and suspicions flooded me, but all I could manage to say was, "What... what is that?"