Helena’s POV
Four Days Later
“Congratulations, Mrs. Sinclair. You’re approximately six or seven weeks pregnant.”
I kept my face blank while my stomach dropped like a f*****g elevator with cut cables. This couldn’t be happening. Not now. Not to me.
“Are you certain?” My voice stayed steady. Years of practice.
Dr. Lambert smiled, oblivious to the fact I wanted to smash her smug face into her desk. “Absolutely. Your blood work confirms it.”
Six or seven weeks. I did the math quickly, panic rising. During those weeks I’d been with Hunter, yes, but also Paulo. And that British investor whose name I barely remembered.
A f*****g parasite. Growing inside me. Ruining the body I’d spent thousands maintaining. And I couldn’t even be sure whose it was.
“I know this must be quite a shock,” Dr.
