Julia’s POV
It all started in the penthouse. Sabrina had her usual radiant glow, and her cheerful demeanor was infectious, as always. She was the epitome of excitement wrapped in human form. I, on the other hand, felt like I was in a fog—disconnected, uncertain, and honestly, quite annoyed at my reluctance to face the truth.
While a part of me jubilated about emerging as the Woman of the Year and my face was practically on billboards, it was not enough. I was itching for something. I had no rest of my mind since I got the doctor’s mail yet for some reason, I have been reluctant to open it.
I could guess the content of the mail but I was not ready to accept the truth. Some years back I would have been super thrilled at the prospect of being pregnant for Theodore.
Heck, I wanted a baby
