Summer’s POV
“This… this can’t be happening.”
I didn’t realize I had spoken out loud until the sound of my own voice echoed back at me.
It barely sounded like me.
More like a frightened whisper from someone standing outside her own body.
My gaze remained fixed on the bathroom counter.
One test.
Then another.
Then another.
Then the last.
Two pink lines.
Then another.
And another.
And another.
“No…”
My hands trembled as I stared at the four positive pregnancy tests scattered across the bathroom counter.
Just weeks ago…
I had caught my husband cheating with his personal assistant.
Now…
I was pregnant.
Not by my husband…
But by a biker whose name I didn’t even know.
The room tilted.
I grabbed the edge of the sink before my knees gave out completely.
“No…”
I whispered a
