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When I arrived, I barely remembered to put the car in park before jumping out, rushing through the automatic doors like I was running a raid.
The receptionist looked up, startled. “Sir, can I help you?”
“My wife,” I said, voice rough. “Autumn Lebedev. She was brought in. I need to see her now.”
“Let me check for you.” She tapped at her computer while I paced, fists clenching and unclenching.
“Are you family?” she asked.
“I’m her husband,” I growled.
“I’m sorry, but the computer is a little slow.”
I slammed my hand on the desk, making her jump. “Where is she?”
“I…I really can’t say, Sir.” She looked petrified.
A doctor stepped out of a hallway, and I rushed toward him. “My wife—Autumn Lebedev. Where is she?”
He frowned. “And you are?”
“Federico Lebedev.” I fought to keep my voice level. “Her husband.”
The doctor’s expression cleared. “Ah, yes. Your sister mentioned you might be coming.”
“Is Autumn okay?” The words tumbled out, desperate.
“She’s fine,” he assured me. “Just a little spotting, which is perfectly normal during early pregnancy. Nothing to be concerned about.”
The world tilted on its axis.
“During... what?” I heard myself say, as if from a distance.
The doctor’s expression turned to confusion. “The pregnancy. First trimester spotting is common, especially with increased stress levels. But everything looks good. The baby’s heartbeat is strong.”
My ears were ringing. My vision narrowed to a pinpoint.
Baby. Heartbeat. Pregnancy.
Autumn was pregnant.
With my child.
Chapter 22 - Autumn
I stepped out of the examination room, Beatrice hovering protectively at my side, still murmuring something reassuring in my ear. God bless her, but I didn’t hear a word of it.
BecauseFedericowas there. Standing in the middle of the hallway like a goddamn storm waiting to explode.
He strode over until he towered over me. Pale. Jaw clenched so tight I could see it twitch. His eyes—those eyes—locked on mine with such intensity that I forgot how to breathe.
And in that one look, I knew.
Someone had told him.
My secret—the one I hadn’t even fully processed myself—was out. Federico Lebedev had just found out he was going to be a father.
And judging by the way he stared at me, rage and disbelief and heartbreak all flashing in his eyes, he hadnottaken it well.
