Olivia's POV
"You're pregnant."
The world stopped.
Just... stopped.
The words didn't make sense. They were sounds without meaning, syllables strung together that my brain refused to process.
"That's not possible," I heard myself say. "That can't be right."
"The test is very accurate. But we can do a blood test to confirm if you'd like…"
"No. No, there's been a mistake. I always take my pills. I can't be… I'm not…"
But even as I said it, my mind was calculating. Three weeks since that day. The nausea. The fatigue. The dizziness.
Oh God.
A cold numbness spread through my body, starting at my chest and radiating outward until I couldn't feel my fingers, my toes, anything.
I was pregnant.
Pregnant with a stranger's baby.
A stranger who could be one of four men. Or was it Maxwell's baby? From the night I'd taken advantage of his drunken state?
I couldn't tell any more.
The room tilted slightly.
