LIORA'S POV;
I barely remembered the drive home. My mind was a haze of confusion, replaying the doctor's words over and over in my head like a broken record. 'Pregnant.'
How could I be pregnant? I paced the length of my living room, the reality of the situation slowly sinking in, but it still felt so unreal, like a bad dream I couldn’t wake up from.
I was pregnant—ten weeks, to be exact. The doctor’s voice echoed in my mind. Ten weeks. The math didn’t lie. There was only one possible father: Ronan.
But we hadn’t even— I stopped myself from finishing that thought. We hadn’t gone all the way....
The worst part wasn’t the shock of finding out. It wasn’t even the thought of carrying Ronan’s child, though that was enough to turn my stomach. It was the fact that he didn’t know, and I had no idea how to tell him. And truthfully, I didn’t want to. Not with what he did to me...