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Freya's life felt like a patchwork of imperfections, each stitch a reminder of her unfulfilled dreams. Yet, her relentless best friend had a way of dragging her out of her comfort zone, insisting that she attend a party that evening. It was an extravagant affair, glittering with the who’s who of the fashion world, and amidst the laughter and clinking glasses, Freya felt out of place. Just as her friend slipped away to grab a drink, a tall figure approached her, exuding confidence and charm. It was Liam, the enigmatic CEO of a luxury fashion brand, known for his captivating presence and magnetic allure. As he smiled at her, time seemed to slow, and Freya wondered — could this be love at first sight? Questions swirled in her mind: would this budding connection blossom into something beautiful, or would it ultimately unravel her already fragile world.

the unknown deception

I struggled to pry my heavy eyelids open, but everything around me was a dizzying blur, the harsh glow of the overhead lights only adding to my confusion. I blinked slowly, trying to anchor myself in this unfamiliar reality. Bits and pieces of the evening flooded back—my hasty entry into Liam's office, and then... collapsing.

Panic surged through me as I tried to sit up, my heart racing. "Stay still for a bit," Liam urged, his expression a mixture of concern and relief as if I were a fragile bird that might take flight at any moment. My earlier dizziness was fading, yet an overwhelming sensation of hunger clawed at my insides. I had rushed out of the house without breakfast, and now my stomach was grumbling insistently, a relentless reminder of my neglect.

I attempted to rise once more, but weakness coursed through my limbs like lead. Liam gently supported me, easing me back into a seated position. "You made me so worried," he said, his voice steady yet laced with an undeniable edge of anxiety.

"You'll be taking the day off once your test results come back," he added, his words sinking in. The medicine I had only feared in passing suddenly seemed daunting. "Doctor?" I gasped, a wave of panic washing over me. Was it that serious? My mind swirled, lost in thoughts, and I didn't notice the low rumble of my stomach until it interrupted me, startling me from my reverie.

How long had I been out? Glancing toward the window, the fading light of twilight tinged the sky with hues of orange and purple, a stark contrast to the sterile white walls of the room.

"What would you like to eat?" Liam asked, pulling me back to the present, and I lowered my head, abashed. I was ravenous, each moment stretching my patience thin.

When I saw him glide across the small kitchen space, a plate of golden-brown chicken in hand, my mouth watered in anticipation. I could hardly contain my eagerness as he approached again. I dug in with fervor, taking three rapid bites while trying to suppress the embarrassment of being watched. Each morsel was a heavenly reprieve, but just as I found a rhythm, an unwelcome wave of nausea crashed over me.

I barely made it to the restroom in time, the taste of the food turning bitter as I expelled everything I had just consumed. Rage and frustration bubbled within me as I stood there, wiping my mouth with a trembling hand. I despised feeling sick.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Liam asked yet again, his voice rising with concern. I nodded, despite the turmoil inside, insisting I would wait for the doctor to return with my results. I needed to know what was wrong before I could find relief from this wretched illness.

I sank back down onto a chair, enveloped in self-pity as I yearned to be free of this malady. Just as I drifted deeper into my thoughts, the doctor finally strode in, his face beaming like a bright sun cutting through clouds.

With a wide smile, he handed an envelope to me, and an anxious flutter raced in my chest. Frustration mounted as I ripped it open, needing answers now. But when I read the words inside, I felt the world tilt beneath me—"Pregnant: Positive." I gasped, my eyes widening in disbelief. I had said it aloud, the weight of the revelation washing over me as I turned to find Liam equally astonished, his expression mirroring my own shock.

chapter 5