Sarah's POV
The air in Room 204 was thick, suffocating, and heavy with the weight of the two pink lines.
I stared down at the small plastic test in my trembling hands. My chest rose and fell in short, panicked breaths. Pregnant. Not with a stranger’s child, not sometime in the future, but right now—with the child of the man kneeling on the floor right in front of me.
Marcus didn't look like the cold, careful corporate fixer who had worked for Lucien Thorne for years. His sharp suit jacket was tossed onto the chair, his dark tie loosened, and his eyes were wide and full of a raw fear I had never seen in him before.
"Sarah... please look at me," Marcus whispered, his voice breaking.
I looked down at him, fresh tears falling from my eyes. "You ruined everything, Marcus. You drugged me...
