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Cherry emerged from the bathroom a while later, looking exhausted. She always felt drained after vomiting, and that was how she felt at the moment.

But even though she felt sick, she couldn't be pregnant. She had been so careful. It just couldn't be true. No way.

"Where is that gray-haired quack of a doctor?" she muttered, looking around.

"He left a while ago. Oh, Cher, you're pregnant," Ixora said, her voice filled with shock as her eyes fixed on her twin's belly.

Cherry instinctively covered her flat belly and made her way to the bed. "That old quack. I'm not pregnant, Ixora. It's impossible."

Ixora wasn't really listening to her. "You are pregnant! But how could this happen? You were always the one with the condoms. You were always so careful, Cher."

Cherry sighed and sank down on the bed. "Yeah, that's what I can't wrap my head around."

She forced herself to think. Was she really pregnant? But how could she be when she always used condoms?

No man had ever touched her without a con