Chapter 92

Stella blinked awake, staring at the sterile white ceiling of the hospital room. Her head was spinning a bit, and her whole body felt like it was running on empty. When she turned her head, she saw Thomas sitting by the bed, his face serious and full of concern. "You're awake," he said, voice low and kind of tired. Stella tried to smile, but it looked more like a grimace. Her voice was hoarse, barely a whisper. "Thanks, Thomas." He hesitated for a second, like he was struggling with whether or not to say something. But in the end, he told her: "Stella, the doctor said you're pregnant. About six weeks." She was stunned. Her hand went straight to her stomach, almost instinctively. Pregnant? How? She'd tried so hard to keep a distance from Charles. The only time... could it be the night she got drunk? The one she barely remembered? It was all too sudden. But one thing was for sure—she was going to keep this baby. Even if the father was Charles, she wasn't giving it up. It was her child, a