Chapter 2

I lay on my bed, racking my brain. My period had definitely been three weeks late.

And lately, I'd been feeling a bit off my food.

My cycle was usually all over the place, impossible to track, mostly thanks to my late nights.

I just thought this time was the same.

It never crossed my mind that I was pregnant.

And the father? None other than my ex-boyfriend from six years ago.

Two months back, I went to a class reunion. He showed up really late and was completely wasted.

I was the one who took him home.

When we got to his place, I practically had to carry him inside.

When I left, I stumbled out, practically crawling.

The taxi driver must've thought something was seriously wrong with me. He kept glancing at me in the rearview mirror, not daring to say a word.

...

After a few days of thinking at home, I still went to Liam’s hospital.

I waited in line, paid the fees, got the tests done, and finally, report in hand, headed to his department.

"Consultations are over for the morning. Come back this afternoon."

I'd barely stepped in when he dismissed me without even looking up.

He must’ve sensed I hadn't left, because he suddenly looked up and saw me.

His gaze snapped, his pupils shrinking.

He looked utterly shocked, like someone seeing a long-lost friend.

What an act. How could he have mistaken me for someone else at the reunion?

"Skylar?" He parted his lips.

Before he could finish, I neatly placed the report in front of him.

"I'm pregnant. The baby is yours," I stated, getting straight to the point.

He glanced down at the report, his face grave.

I could almost feel his fear.

"What baby is six years overdue?" His long fingers tapped the report. "Did you lose your memory? We broke up six years ago."

His words slammed me into silence, my face burning with humiliation.

"You're not going to acknowledge it?" I asked through gritted teeth.

He looked up at me, his expression unreadable.

"Skylar, if you regret something, you should act like it. What... you think I'd be foolish enough to fall for that?"

He didn't look at the report again, burying his head in a patient file, clearly done with me.

"You—!" I almost blurted out a string of curses.

I never imagined he wouldn't just deny it, but accuse me of regretting our breakup!

A jerk like him? Skylar Hayes would never regret a thing in her life.

Even if... I did regret it, I absolutely couldn't let him see it!

I forced myself to calm down for a few seconds, trying to figure out what to say.

"Don't you think the baby's eyes look exactly like yours?"

He still lowered his head for a quick glance at the report, then sighed.

Right?

He finally admitted it?

"It's a ten-week ultrasound scan. Tell me, where exactly are its eyes?"

In that instant, I realized my mistake.

Forget it. You can't wake up someone who doesn't want to be a father.

"Fine. Then I'll find a father for him myself."

I tossed out the words and turned, walking out of his office.