The world around me seemed to stop immediately and for a moment, I thought I was going to faint again.
My heart skipped a beat and then began to race erratically in my chest. “Pregnant?” I repeated as disbelief made my voice tremble. “That’s… impossible. No way I—”
The nurse smiled at me warily as she understood my confusion. “I know it might be a shock. But the tests confirm it. You’re about three weeks along.”
I stared at her as my mind struggled to comprehend the words. My family had always told me I couldn’t get pregnant. They had made me feel broken, as though there was something wrong with me, like I was defective. The doctors had backed them up—they had run endless tests and delivered their cold and clinical verdict to me as if I didn't have feelings: barren.
They all said I was barren.
But now? Now, I was pregnant?
I couldn’t process it no matter how I tried. My thoughts were a jumbled mess. My heart was racing with fear, confusion and a deep sense of betrayal.
All these years, I had believed I couldn’t have children. And now, I was carrying a child. A child I hadn’t planned for…a child I wasn’t prepared for.
It felt like the world…my world was spinning out of control.
“Can I be alone for a minute?” I asked the nurse in a shaken whisper. The nurse hesitated but then nodded. She gave me a little pat on the arm and then left the room.
I closed my eyes as I began to absorb everything that I had just heard.
My family—my own flesh and blood—didn’t just tell me I was barren. They made me believe it. They’d sent me to specialist after specialist, each one confirming their lies and reinforcing their story that I couldn’t have children.
It had been a slow, calculated effort to break me down.
I couldn’t fathom how deep their betrayal ran. Who did it?
But I knew one thing: At least one person in that family had done this to me. But how far did it go? What else had they done?
I had to find out.
*** *** ***
Two months later…
The moment I stepped into the conference room, I locked eyes on the last man I wanted to see and everything around me and in me stood still.
I could hear my heartbeat pounding in my ears as my eyes locked with that of Alex. He was standing there, leaning casually against the wall, like he owned the place.
I froze as memories washed over me and overlapped with the shock floating in me.
I hadn’t expected to see him again. Not in this lifetime at least. And yet, here he was in the middle of a high-stakes business deal that I had fought and worked hard into, looking like he was supposed to be here.
The same cocky smirk that had driven me crazy weeks ago was plastered on his face now.
I didn’t even know how to breathe.
“Did you miss me, Sophia?” He said, finally breaking the silence between us.
I forced a laugh even as I did my best to mask the nerves clawing at me. “M-miss you? You’re mistaken. I don't know you.”
“Is that so? You don't really know me?” His eyes never left mine as he asked. And just like that, I felt every inch of space between us vanish.
He was in my personal space again and that seemed to be enough trigger for the memories of that fateful night to wash over me…memories that I had tried hard and failed to forget.
I couldn’t deny that I still wanted him. God, how I wanted him.
But I couldn't let him know. Not when the stakes were high. So damn high.
So I turned my attention to the conference table while I hoped that I was able to bury the heat rising in my face.
"Let's just focus on the deal," I said in a cool tone even though my insides were anything but.
He chuckled under his breath and I could feel his eyes follow me as I moved. “You really think you can pretend nothing happened?”
I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. He knew exactly what he was doing—pushing my buttons, testing my limits. Every time I tried to speak about work, his words came faster, smoother, harder to ignore. And there was nothing I could really say.
“So, Sophia...” Alex’s voice was suddenly right behind me, his presence so close I could feel the heat of his body. His breath grazed the side of my neck and every muscle in my body became so tense. “That night... I’ve been thinking about it since then. About you.”
Me too, the voice in my head said.
I had to swallow hard to keep my voice steady. “That night was a mistake.”
His hand brushed lightly against my arm, just a touch—barely enough to feel but it made my heart race erratically in my chest. “Is it? Or are you just trying to convince yourself?”
I couldn’t breathe. This wasn’t what I wanted. I had worked so hard for a month to get this high profile business deal not only for myself but my baby. I was beginning to put myself together.
I couldn't let any man distract me anymore. Yet, this man, who I was supposed to be discussing business with, was the perfect epitome of business.
“I’m not here to play games, Alex,” I finally managed to say.
He seemed not to have listen or care because he took a step closer and I could feel his body against mine, almost like he was daring me to back down. “Really? Because I think you like playing with fire.” His lips brushed the side of my ear and sent a shiver down my spine.
I had to get out of there. There was no way I could fight him. Not when he knew my body so well.
But I had to really seal this business deal. I really had to.