Page 82 of The Wedding Hoax

He blinked at me. “You’re… what?”

“I’m pregnant, Harry,” I repeated, tears streaming down my face. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I should’ve told you so much sooner—”

“Is it mine?”

“Harry, what are you talking about?” My sadness quickly shifted into anger. “Are you seriously asking me that right now?”

“I’m not—I didn’t mean—” Harry seemed flustered. “I’m sorry. I was just thinking that Jace sent you that thing about fertility. I know you didn’t reply to him, and I know you don’t want to be with him, but I don’t know if you decided to go through with a sperm donor or what you were thinking—”

“A sperm donor?” I narrowed my eyes at him. “Yeah, I used a sperm donor, Harry. I’m looking right at him.”

“But I thought you couldn’t—I thought that we couldn’t—” Harry blinked fast. “I’m just confused. This whole time, you told me that you couldn’t get pregnant. I even asked you if we needed to use protection—”

“That’s because I thought we didn’t. The fact that I’m pregnant is pretty much a miracle,” I said, before placing my palm on his thigh. “I’m sorry, okay? I should’ve told you as soon as I knew, but I didn’t know how you’d react. I know that you don’t want kids—”

Harry stared at me for a long moment, something changing in his face. Finally, he spoke in a cold tone.

“Did you plan this, Simone?”

My jaw dropped. “What’s that supposed to mean, Harry?”

“I think you know exactly what it means, Simone.” Harry’s eyes had turned chilly. “Why else would you let any of this happen if it wasn’t what you wanted? Why would you ever let yourself get pregnant if you really thought we were going to get divorced in a few months?”

“Harry—”

“Has any of this even been real?” Harry murmured. “Is this all you wanted from the beginning? You just wanted to secure a place in my family? You just wanted to make sure you could have access to me and my family’s money?”

“You should choose your next words very carefully, Harry O’Donnell,” I warned. “Because if you’re about to accuse me of being a gold digger—”

“Aren’t you?”

I went quiet at the accusation, my heart breaking into pieces inside my chest.

Just then, Dr. Carlson stepped into the room. “Simone. It’s nice to see you again, as always. And this must be Harry?”

She reached out to shake Harry’s hand, and he returned the gesture, his face blank.

“The front desk told me you checked in with Simone today. It’s so nice to finally meet you.”

Harry didn’t say anything in response. Dr. Carlson seemed to tense up at that, and she looked back over at me.

“Come on. Let’s get you up on the exam table. I need to get the ultrasound all set up.”

I glanced at Harry, suddenly sick to my stomach.

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“Everything looks as expected,” Dr. Carlson said as she moved the ultrasound wand around my abdomen. “No surprises, which is always a good thing.”

Harry was still sitting in the corner of the room, his eyes burning a hole through the back of my head. It was almost like I could read his thoughts, like I could feel how much he resented me at that moment. I was doing my very best to ignore the rage rolling off him, and I had a feeling that Dr. Carlson was doing the same.

Poor Dr. Carlson.

This was the second time I’d put her in an awkward professional situation with the man I was dating—

Wait.

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