Chapter 10

Vivian's hands trembled as she clutched the medical report.

The words blurred before her eyes.

"Miss Lockhart, your HCG levels are elevated," the nurse said with a professional smile. "You're approximately four weeks pregnant."

Vivian's breath hitched.

"Excuse me?"

"Congratulations," the nurse beamed before walking away.

Alone in the sterile hallway, Vivian's mind reeled.

This can't be real.

One night. One reckless, emotional night—and now this.

Her stomach twisted.

Ethan Blackwood's child.

The memory surfaced like a ghost.

A month ago, after Sebastian's funeral, Ethan had been shattered. The cold, untouchable CEO had crumbled before her eyes, drowning in grief and whiskey.

She had stayed.

She had comforted him.

And then—

Her nails dug into her palms.

Stupid. So stupid.

The divorce was already messy enough. Now this?

She exhaled sharply.

Should I tell him?

The thought made her chest tighten.

Before she could decide, a familiar voice cut through her thoughts.

"Vivian? What are you doing here?"

She turned.

Cassandra Delacroix stood there, one hand resting on her rounded belly. Beside her, Ethan looked as immaculate as ever—sharp suit, colder eyes.

The perfect picture of a happy couple.

Vivian's throat burned.

"Just a check-up," she said lightly, forcing a smile. "Don't let me interrupt."

She moved to leave.

Ethan's hand shot out, gripping her wrist.

"You're pale," he said, voice low. "What's wrong?"

Vivian met his gaze—those piercing eyes she once loved.

"Nothing that concerns you, future ex-husband."

His jaw tightened.

"Not ex yet," he countered, gaze dropping to the crumpled report in her hand. "What were you checking up on?"

His fingers brushed the paper.

Vivian yanked it away.

"Goodbye, Ethan."

She walked away before he could see her hands shake.

Before he could see the truth written in black and white.