Aria's POV
I stared at the doctor, then at Lucian, then back at the doctor.
"You're pregnant," he repeated, still smiling that gentle, professional smile that made me want to scream.
Pregnant.
The word didn't fit. It didn't belong in this room, in this marriage or in this mess of a life I'd stumbled into.
"No." My voice cracked on the single syllable. "That's impossible. We used protection. He—he made me take pills. I took them. I—"
The doctor's smile softened into something closer to sympathy. "Tests don't lie, Mrs. Voss. You're approximately six weeks along. The dizziness and collapse were likely due to low blood pressure, dehydration, and stress. But the pregnancy is viable. Congratulations."
I made a short, broken, hysterical sound that was supposed to be laughter. "Congratulations?"
Lucian hadn't moved. His hand was still wrapped around mine, but his grip had gone slack. His face was pale and for the first time since I'd known him, he looked lost.
