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PROLOGUE

SABRINA

Two Months After The Getaway

“Excuse me?” My voice trembles as I speak.

The doctor sighs, tapping his tablet before handing it off to the nurse without a second glance. “Nurse Cori will answer any further questions. If you’ll excuse me, I have other patients.”

He leaves without answering my question, muttering under his breath.

My heart races as I try to process what he just told me. I wait for the nurse to tell me it’s a mistake or a misread result. “Is it true?”

Cori offers a sympathetic smile and nods.

“I can’t be,” I whisper. A hundred questions swirl in my mind, but I can’t put them into words. I shake my head in disbelief.

She sets the tablet on the counter and faces me directly. “I’m going to take a wild guess and say this wasn’t planned.”

I bark out a laugh. “No. This wasn’t planned.”

The reality of everything hits me hard.

I’m pregnant.

“There are options we can go over, resources for whatever decision you make,” Cori’s soothing voice breaks through my panic.

“I don’t even know his last name…” Carrie Underwood’s song echoes in my head and another laugh escapes.

Cori maintains her poker face as tears spill from my eyes and words tumble out in between sobs.

“Of course, leave it to me to call off my wedding to a man I’ve been with for my entire adult life. Then go on the honeymoonaloneand meet an incredibly sexy man who makes me feel alive again…and completely forget that I haven’t been on birth control inyears! How did I not once think about condoms during the four days we spent having the best sex of my life?”

Her stoic expression finally cracks as her eyes widen in shock. She blinks slowly, her mouth hanging open before she composes herself. “Wow…that’s a lot,” she stammers.

“That’s putting it nicely,” I mutter with a bitter laugh, staring down at my hand that had unconsciously rested on my stomach. “What happens now?”

“It depends on what you want to do. There are plenty of resources available and a few different options for how you can proceed.” Cori grabs some colorful pamphlets from the counter and hands them to me. “I don’t expect you to make any decisions today, but if you’re ready, I can go through your options with you.”

My gaze drops to the pamphlets in front of me, the word “choices” practically jumping off the page. A wave of nausea hitsme as my mind races through what I should do. This is not how I imagined any of this happening.

Memories of those four days spent with Noah flood my mind—his touch, how he knew just what I desired and how to make me feel more alive than ever before. But now, they feel like a distant dream, only serving to amplify the gravity of this situation.

All my thoughts revolve around him.

What would Noah think? How would he react? Would he want to keep the baby or be a father?

I forcefully push him out of my mind, trying not to succumb to the tears that constantly threaten to spill. He made his choice when he left me without a word. This is my responsibility now and even though I’m still unsure of how I will handle it, I have already made up my mind.

Last year, I took control of my life in every way. Ending my engagement to my closest friend was necessary for my own happiness. Then, just as I had found happiness with someone new, it was snatched away when he left without explanation.

After returning from my heartbreak honeymoon, I came to terms with many things. I was tired of being miserable and knew it was time for a change. That led me to quit my job.

Thankfully, both my ex-fiancé Paul and I were financially stable from our work-driven lifestyle. So even without our split savings, I knew I could support myself for a while as I figured out what’s next.

Now, I’m not any closer to having my life figured out or put together, meanwhile, to top it all off, I’m pregnant with a stranger’s baby. But even still, just the thought of giving up this baby makes my gut churn.

Taking a deep breath, I gently hand the pamphlets back to Cori with a small smile.

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