Zara jolted upright, her hand instinctively flying to her stomach. "What? I'm… pregnant?"
Bree heard it too. Shocked, she nearly dropped her phone and hurried to Zara's side, eyes darting to the doctor. "Is she really pregnant?"
The doctor nodded. "Yes. She is about ten weeks along. The pregnancy is still delicate, so she must be very careful. Where is your husband? You should inform him."
Husband?
Zara's expression stiffened as memories of their last fight resurfaced. Nathaniel had told her that he had never cared, that he had wanted to end things for a long time. They had already signed the divorce papers. There was no reason for him to know about this child.
"I'm divorced," Zara said firmly. "My ex-husband doesn't need to know about the baby. Please keep this confidential."
She would protect this child—far away from Nathaniel.
The doctor hesitated, slightly taken aback, but eventually nodded. "Alright. If that's your decision, we'll keep it private."
