Elira – 1:10 PM. Still in Control. Almost.
She'd tossed the test onto the sink like it burned her fingers.
And yet her eyes kept drifting back to it.
Pregnant.
With Kian Wolfe's child.
The thought made her stomach churn harder than any morning sickness.
She paced the room, robe fluttering behind her, bare feet cold against hardwood. Two weeks ago she'd made the mistake of touching the past again.
One night. Stupid. Weak.
But it hadn't been just a one-night stand. Not really.
Their story was twisted, messy. Full of hot silences, biting words, and that relentless tension that refused to die—even after the divorce.
They were done, she told herself. Except they weren't.
Not if that second line meant what she knew it meant.
She had no idea what to do next.
Tell him?
Run?
Pretend nothing was happening?
She'd handled billion-dollar deals with more ease than this.
But now—this wasn't just about pride or control. This was about life.
Her hand went instinctively to her flat stomach, and for the first time… she hesitated.