How am I going to tell him? Like I’d summoned him from my thoughts, my fiancé burst through the bathroom door. I must’ve failed to lock it in my distracted hurry. Stupid. I didn’t even bother to hide what I held. His gaze was already zeroed in on it. “Well?” he prompted, his face carefully blank. I turned it so he could see. Two pink lines. Two very dark pink lines. “Honey,” he drawled, though his expression gave me nothing. My heart squeezed and my stomach felt hollow—though the pregnancy test confirmed it was very much not. It didn’t matter that he needed to leave for work—I’d thought he was
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