The next morning, I forced myself out of bed and got ready for my antenatal appointment. It had become routine by now—one of the few things keeping me grounded in this new life I was trying to build. I had chosen a private hospital not too far from my apartment, wanting to keep my pregnancy as discreet as possible.
I wasn’t expecting surprises today.
But life had a cruel way of throwing me off balance.
I walked into the consultation room, clutching my medical file, and immediately stopped in my tracks.
The doctor standing by the desk, flipping through a patient’s report, looked up just as I entered.
And my breath hitched.
For a moment, my mind played tricks on me. My fingers tightened around the edges of my file as my heart pounded against my ribs.
He looked exactly like Nicolas.
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