Helena’s POV

Four Days Later

“Congratulations, Mrs Sinclair, you’re approximately six or seven weeks pregnant.”

I kept my face blank while my stomach dropped like a fucking elevator with cut cables. This couldn’t be happening. Not now. Not to me.

“Are you certain?” My voice stayed steady. Years of practice.

Dr. Lambert smiled, oblivious to the fact I wanted to smash her smug face into her desk. “Absolutely. Your blood work confirms it.”

Six or seven weeks. I did the ...