CHAPTER 147 A Test

The toy

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Tears streamed down my face, warm and bitter as they traced the curves of my cheeks.

The room around me was silent like it was holding its breath, waiting for me to break.

And I did.

I muffled my sobs, pressing the back of my hand against my mouth, trying to keep it together, even though no one was around to witness.

My elbows dug into my thighs as I leaned forward, staring at the two red lines on the pregnancy test. They glared back at me, mocking me. I shook my head, refusing to believe it. This couldn’t be real.

What now? My mind raced, thoughts crashing into each other like waves against a rock. Damon’s wedding was just two days away. Two days. Even if I told him, what would change? I could hear Mr. Brian's voice in my head, loud and clear. Men know who they want to marry, and they keep the others around just for fun.

I had brushed off those words when he first said them, but now they are repeated. in my mind, each repetition drilling pain into my heart—I should ha