Twisted Fates
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Chapter Three: Twisted Fates
The following days felt like a storm brewing on the horizon—one I wasn’t sure I could outrun. The collision of my past with Liam and my present with Alexander left me spiraling in confusion.
I tried to keep busy with work, but every time I closed my eyes, I saw Alexander. His piercing gray eyes, his hands on my body, the way he made me feel alive in ways I never had before. And then, like a cruel twist, Liam’s face would invade my thoughts, smug and taunting, as if to remind me of the mess I’d landed myself in.
It didn’t help that Jenna, always the doting friend, couldn’t stop talking about how charming Alexander had been at the gala.
“He’s a total dreamboat,” she said one evening as we shared takeout at my apartment. “Can you imagine being with a man like that? Successful, sophisticated, and drop-dead gorgeous? Ugh, some women have all the luck.”
I nearly choked on my noodles, muttering something incoherent about how appearances could be deceiving. Jenna didn’t press, thankfully, but her words lingered.
Some women have all the luck.
If only she knew the truth—that I wasn’t one of those women, not in the way she thought.
Two weeks after the gala, I found myself staring at a small white box on my bathroom counter. My hands trembled as I tore it open, my heart pounding louder than ever.
I hadn’t thought much of it at first—the nausea, the fatigue, the way certain smells suddenly made my stomach churn. But then I missed my period, and the realization hit me like a freight train.
This couldn’t be happening.
The minutes ticked by like hours as I waited for the test to develop. I paced the bathroom, chewing on my thumbnail and praying silently. When I finally dared to look, my world tilted.
Two pink lines.
Positive.
I sank onto the edge of the bathtub, the test slipping from my fingers. My heart felt like it was being squeezed in a vice.
I was pregnant.
And there was no question about who the father was.
Alexander.
The days that followed were a blur of disbelief and panic. I couldn’t bring myself to call Alexander. What would I even say? “Hey, remember that one night we shared? Well, surprise! You’re going to be a dad.”
No, I couldn’t do that. Not yet.
But avoiding him wasn’t an option either. I knew our paths would cross eventually, especially with Jenna’s growing obsession with all things Steele.
That moment came sooner than I expected.
It was another charity event, one I couldn’t escape thanks to Jenna’s insistence.
“This one’s for a children’s hospital,” she said as she shoved a glittering silver dress into my hands. “You have to come. It’s for a good cause!”
I groaned but relented. Anything to keep her from asking too many questions about my sudden mood swings and exhaustion.
The event was even grander than the last, held at a lavish estate with sprawling gardens and enough champagne to drown my anxiety. I stuck close to Jenna, hoping to avoid any encounters with familiar faces.
But fate, as usual, had other plans.
I spotted him across the room, his tall figure commanding attention even in a crowd. Alexander was deep in conversation with another guest, but his eyes flicked toward me, and the moment they did, the rest of the room seemed to fade away.
My breath hitched, my fingers tightening around the stem of my champagne flute. I wanted to run, but my feet felt rooted to the floor.
Before I could make a decision, he was walking toward me, his expression unreadable.
“Sophia,” he said, his voice low enough that it sent a shiver down my spine.
I looked into his eye and couldn’t say a word.
“Alexander,” I replied, trying to keep my tone steady.
We stood there for a moment, the silence between us crackling with unspoken tension.
“I didn’t expect to see you here,” he said finally, his gaze searching mine.
“Jenna dragged me,” I said, forcing a weak smile.
He nodded, his lips pressing into a thin line. “We need to talk.”
My heart sank at the moment. “Now?”
“Yes. Now.”
Alexander led me to a quiet corner of the estate, away from prying eyes and ears.
“What’s going on, Sophia?” he asked, his tone firmer now. “You’ve been avoiding me.”
I looked away, my fingers twisting nervously. “I’ve been busy.”
“Don’t lie to me,” he said, his voice soft but commanding. “I can tell something’s wrong. Talk to me.”
I took a deep breath, my chest tightening as I tried to find the words. “Alexander, there’s something I need to tell you. Something…unexpected.”
His brows furrowed, concern flickering across his face. “What is it?”
“I’m pregnant.”
The words hung in the air between us, heavy and unyielding. Alexander’s expression shifted from confusion to shock, and then something else I couldn’t quite decipher.
“You’re sure?” he asked after a long pause.
I nodded, my throat tight. “I took the test a few days ago. There’s no doubt.”
“And it’s mine.”
It wasn’t a question, but I answered anyway.
“Yes.”
For a moment, neither of us spoke to each other. Alexander’s gaze dropped to the ground, his jaw clenching as he processed the news.
Finally, he looked at me, his gray eyes steady. “We need to figure this out—together.”
His words sent a wave of relief crashing over me, but they also brought a new wave of uncertainty. This wasn’t just about me anymore. It was about us—me, Alexander, and the life growing inside me.
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