Fiona's pov

I woke up to the sound of my stomach growling, and the aroma of food wafting through the air. I sat up, rubbing my eyes, to see a tray of steaming hot food on the bedside table. Sebastian must have sent it, I thought, feeling a pang of gratitude.

As I ate, my mind wandered back to the events of the day. The pregnancy, Rachel's warning, and Sebastian's kindness. I couldn't shake off the feeling that I was living a lie. How long could I keep this secret hidden?

Just as I finished ...