"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.