Two weeks passed too quickly.
The day of the surgery arrived.
I sat on the hospital bed, dressed in a thin gown, my fingers twisting in my lap. The room was quiet except for the steady beeping of the machines nearby.
I wasn’t scared of the surgery itself.
I was scared of what it meant.
I was pregnant. Carrying twins. And yet, here I was, about to give up a part of myself for Theo. A man who had taken everything from me.
I pressed a shaky hand to my stomach. It was still flat, still hiding my secret. But that didn’t change the truth.
I felt like a terrible mother.
How could I do this? How could I risk my health—risk them—for him?
But I had no choice.
If I refused, Theo would find out eventually. And if he knew about the pregnancy… I shuddered at the thought.
A soft knock on the d
