Grace's POV
My heart hammered against my ribs, ready to explode from pure happiness. The baby's father didn't matter anymore—not now. What mattered was that I'd finally become a mother, and nothing would prevent me from having this child.
I had enough money saved up to raise the baby on my own anyway.
Actually, I felt relieved knowing Charles wasn't the father. This meant my child wouldn't inherit his toxic traits—no entitled, worthless genes from a man with such an overblown ego. Thank God for that.
The only challenge now was breaking the news to my mother. She'd never said it outright, but I knew she'd been longing for a grandchild all these years.
Sure, I could tell her about the pregnancy, but she'd automatically assume Charles was the father. I couldn't let that happen.
My thoughts spiraled as I walked out of the bathroom, my mind still processing everything that had just happened.
