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Selene:
With bated breath, I tap my feet anxiously against the cold, sterile floor, my breath shallow as I wait for the results of the test.
I tell myself it's probably just a fever. Or stress. Nothing more.
My eyes follow the doctor as she carefully pulls an envelope from her desk and extends it toward me.
"Congratulations, Mrs. Hemsworth, you're five weeks pregnant!"
My breath catches at her words. Five weeks? Pregnant?!
I can feel my hands tremble as I snatch the report from her, quickly scanning it. I can hardly believe what I'm seeing.
After three long years of trying... I'm finally pregnant!
"Please, do make sure you take enough rest. You actually do need it." She says and I beam with excitement.
"Thank you so much, doctor."
With that, I carefully tuck the report into my bag and hurry out of the office.
Today marks my third wedding anniversary with my beloved husband, Maximus. So, I pull into a gift shop, eager to find something perfect for him.
After a few moments of browsing, I pick out gifts I know he'll love. I mean, these are just the right prelude to the real surprise.
My hand instinctively rests on my stomach and a smile spreads across my face.
As I continue to look around, I absentmindedly glance at my phone. But my smile falters as I see nothing but a blank screen. No calls. No messages. Not even a "Happy Anniversary" text from Maximus.
Biting my lip, i try to convince myself he's just caught up with work. He's probably busy.
After I'm done, I head straight to his office, my mind racing with excitement.
I can already picture how Maximus will wrap me in a tight embrace when I tell him about the pregnancy.
The thought makes my heart race as I hurry down the hall, but as I approach his office, I'm met not with Maximus, but with his secretary, Rose.
"Uhm... Mr. Hemsworth says he doesn't want to receive any guests today, ma'am," she says, her tone flat and nonchalant.
I let out a low laugh. "I'm his wife, Rose. Not a guest. So, if you'll excuse me..." I try to step forward, but she immediately blocks my way.
"I'm sorry, ma'am," she replies, not even flinching. "But he says you're included too. He wants some rest."
What? My mind races, refusing to believe it. Maximus wouldn't do this.
My eyes snap to Rose, who's glaring at me with barely concealed contempt.
I know she's never liked me. She's never for once to tried to hide it.
I open my mouth to respond, but before a single word slips out, the heavy door creaks open.
All the air in the room shifts as Maximus steps into view.
Rose whirls around and quickly dips her head into a hasty bow. "I'm so sorry, sir. I tried to keep her away, but she refused to-"
"It's fine." He cuts her off and then pins his gaze on me. "Let her in."
Rose quickly steps aside, and I shoot her a glare before walking past her and into the office.
As I walk in, a smile spreads across my face despite what had just happened. I just can't help it. I'm about to tell Maximus the best news we've ever had!
"Maximus?" I say softly, my voice bubbling with so much excitement. "I've got some amazing news!!."
But instead of the warm reaction I expect, Maximus doesn't say a word.
He just sinks into his chair, his face hardening again, and that coldness I felt earlier creeps back in.
"Amazing news?" he scoffs mockingly. "That can wait. We need to talk, Selene."
The chill in his voice sends a shiver down my spine. Is something wrong?
Without a word, he grabs a stack of papers from his desk and flings them toward me.
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