I went out for one night of fun. A party. A drink. Then darkness. I woke up sore, confused—and alone. I never saw his face. I never knew his name. Weeks later, two pink lines shattered my world. Pregnant. No memory of the father. No one to blame. Desperate and ashamed, I walked into a private hospital to begin antenatal care. That’s when I met Dr. Brian—the handsome obstetrician who made my heart race. But something in his eyes felt... familiar. And when he whispered, "It was you," everything changed. I didn’t know the man who got me pregnant would be the one delivering my baby. Worse, I didn’t know I’d fall in love with him.