Chapter 4
The next morning, I got a call from the hospital.
My test results were ready.
I threw on something simple and rushed over.
The doctor greeted me with a warm smile, sliding a sheet of paper across the desk.
“Congratulations, Ms. Brown. You’re going to be a mother.”
My fingers trembled as I clutched the thin page.
I had waited three years for this moment.
And now, when it finally came-
He didn’t love me anymore.
Could I still keep this child?
I stumbled out of the exam room, dazed.
And walked straight into Delilah.
Her eyes lit up the second she saw me, and she ran toward me, cheerful as ever.
“Claire? Wow! What are the odds? What are you doing here?”
Instinctively, I hid the pregnancy report behind my back.
“You… what about you?” I asked.
She pouted, holding up her own medical papers.
“I’ve been feeling off lately–nausea, no appetite. My friend said I might be pregnant, so I came in
to check.”
She rolled her eyes with playful exasperation.
“Can you believe this guy? I keep telling him to use protection, but he always finds an excuse not to. Says it’s uncomfortable. Then has the nerve to pretend it’s about my comfort–‘I don’t want to hurt you, babe,” she mimicked, voice syrupy sweet.
Her tone was teasing, even affectionate.
I already knew they were sleeping together.
But hearing the word “pregnant” from her lips still hurt me hard.
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And you? What brings you to the hospital?” she asked innocently
I forced down the lump in my throat, my volce barely audible,
“Just a cold. Nothing serious.”
I even managed a shaky smile.
Before either of us could say another word, a man barreled through the hallway, carrying a child in
his arms.
“Somebody help! Doctor! My son–he’s not breathing!”
Panic rippled through the waiting area.
1 instinctively reached for Delilah’s wrist to pull her aside.
But the man collided into us at full force..
We were both knocked down hard.
Delilah landed on top of me, using my body as a cushion.
My back slammed into the cold tile with brutal impact.
As I struggled to sit up, I spotted him–Nathan, walking in with a bag of takeout.
His eyes immediately locked on Delilah, who was curled up on the floor, clutching her stomach in
pain.
His entire expression shifted in a flash.
The food hit the ground with a thud.
“Delilah! Baby, are you okay? Where does it hurt? I’m here, I’ve got you,
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He dropped to his knees beside her, touching her like she was made of porcelain.
Then he looked up.
Saw me.
Lying there, just feet away.
His eyes narrowed into something dangerous.
“Claire?” he hissed. “What the hell are you doing here?”
“You knew about her, didn’t you? You’ve been following me!”
“You pushed her, didn’t you? You’re trying to kill our baby!”
