Clara’s POV
I sat on the couch across from Amelia as she lay quietly on her bed. She looked so broken, like her whole world had collapsed right in front of her.
And honestly, I couldn’t understand it.
Isn’t being pregnant supposed to be good news?
Isn’t that what most married women dream about?
I thought she’d be smiling, maybe even glowing with excitement. But instead, she looked like someone who had already given up on life.
I couldn’t take the silence anymore, so I stood up and walked over to her.
“Amelia, what’s wrong? I know Klaus is a complete douchebag, but that doesn’t mean the baby will be. The baby won’t turn out like him,” I said, trying to reassure her.
Tears rolled down her cheeks as she turned to me. “Klaus is not the father.”
I froze. My mind went blank. “What do yo
