If he could throw away seven years without looking back, what reason did I have to keep living in the past?
But right when I thought I could walk away clean, my stomach lurched hard and everything rushed upward.
After a bout of dry heaving, I instinctively counted the days.
My period was already half a month late.
Half an hour later, I was holding the form the doctor had handed me, and my mind had gone completely blank.
I was pregnant.
I stood there for what felt like forever, and still couldn't accept it.
I'd already made every plan to forget the past, to let go of Fred Delgado for good.
Why did it have to be now?
"Well, well. Isn't this dear Winifred?"
Bianca Whitmore's voice cut in from behind me.
Fred's bodyguards flanked her.
"OB-GYN, huh? Don't tell me you're here hoping you've got Fred's baby in you—thinking that'll keep him from signing the papers?"
Her eyes were full of contempt.
I glanced at her. My mood was already shot, and I had no interest in a fight.
"Oh, you're going to pretend I'm not here?"
But Bianca stepped into my path, her voice dropping low, her gaze venomous. "If you're smart, you'll get lost on your own."