Prologue

“Congratulations, Miss Clarks. You are three weeks pregnant.”

My lips fell apart.

No.

What on earth did I just hear?

I fell back on the cushioned seat when the realization slowly dawned on me. I’ve been feeling bad lately and my period got delayed for more than a week now which never happened before. I fainted while I was in a café and the people called for ambulance which brought me to the hospital. I thought it was just fatigue.

While walking in the hospital’s corridor, the unsettling feeling in my gut worsened when I remember my dad.

My face contorted as I imagined what his reaction would be once he discovered I’m pregnant.

And the fact that I don’t have a boyfriend makes it even worse!

I sucked in my breath when I recalled what happened three weeks ago.

Dad and I argued because he was forcing me to go on a blind date with his business friend’s son. I refused and went to a high-end bar with my friends, but I got wasted and met a random handsome stranger whom I spent the night with.

Just like that, I lost my freaking virginity to a man I don’t even know the name of.

My eyes darted to my abdomen as I exited the hospital. At twenty, I don’t think I am ready to be a mother yet. But getting an abortion is not an option for me. Back when Mom was still alive, she had been always fond of kids. She even supported an orphanage. I just feel like she’d hate me if I don’t take responsibility for what I’ve done.

With all the thoughts stirring up my head, I crossed the street mindlessly, realizing it was too late that the signal light was still red and a car was fast approaching.

I was too stunned to even move an inch. I thought I’d get smashed by the car, get my limbs broken, or worse break my skull, but the car managed to stop a foot away from me at the last minute.

My knees wobbled when I realized what could have happened if the driver hit the brake too late.

The driver who was a bulky man wearing a black suit and tie with black-rimmed glasses went out of the car. He seemed to be in his early forties and had a bit of a mustache.

“Are you alright, Miss?” He asked gently instead of yelling at me for not watching the traffic lights.

“I’m…”

My jaw dropped and I forgot what I was about to say when I saw who went out from the car’s back seat.

Even though I can barely recall everything that happened that night, the man’s sharp jawline, set of deep blue eyes, and the tattoo on the left side of his neck… there’s no way I can forget about it!

I shiver in horror. Could this day get any worse?

I turned away and was ready to take a sprint when a cold voice made me freeze.

“Stop there, woman.”