Coincidences or Fate
Adrian stood motionless for a while after Mark relayed the final piece of information.
"She went for a prenatal checkup, sir. She's three months along."
"Three?" Adrian echoed, his voice low.
"Yes, sir. It seems she's been consistent with her visits. Goodcure Hospital. Quiet. Discreet."
Adrian turned to the tall glass window of his study, his reflection barely visible against the night sky. His thoughts spun fast.
Three months pregnant. That meant… she had only just started to show.
That night at the restaurant, her glow hadn't just been charm—it was the light of life within her.
"A child…" he murmured.
For a man who had carefully mapped every part of his life—his studies, his career, his social avoidance—nothing could have prepared him for
