Page 58 of Doctor Billionaire's Surprise Baby

I cracked open the door.

"Are you alright?" he asked with genuine concern in his voice. He looked so handsome, even when he was worried. "You've been in there for a while."

"Everything's fine," I muttered, quickly tucking the test into my pocket. "I just needed a moment to myself."

Hugo nodded, but I could see the worry etching lines across his face. If I told him now, would he think I'd trapped him?

"Okay." He hesitated, then sighed. "Listen, Simone, I know today has been pretty shitty. This, too, shall pass."

"Right." I forced a smile, though my heart ached with the truth I was hiding from him. "We'll get through this."

"Good," he said, giving me a small, reassuring smile. "I'm here if you need to talk."

"Thanks." I turned away, pretending to be absorbed in fixing my hair so he wouldn't see the tears threatening to spill over. "I'll keep that in mind."

As Hugo left, I sank onto the edge of the bathtub and buried my face in my hands. A million thoughts raced through my head as I tried to make sense of everything.

What would happen when Hugo found out about the baby?

Would he leave?

Would he feel obligated to stay?

Would he resent me?

And what kind of life could we offer this child, born into a relationship built on lies and convenience?

"Fuck me," I whispered slowly, my voice shaking with emotion. "What am I going to do?"

I spent the rest of the day wrestling with my decision, trying to figure out the right way to tell Hugo about the pregnancy. I knew it wouldn't be easy, but I couldn't keep this secret from him any longer. My thoughts were consumed by the fear that he wouldthink I had trapped him, and I didn't want our already fragile relationship to crumble under the weight of a lie.

"Simone? You're really not yourself. Please tell me if I can help. I don't want my family to cloud our day." Hugo's voice broke through my thoughts as I stood in the kitchen, absentmindedly stirring my tea.

I looked up at him and forced a smile. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just tired."

"Are you sure?" he asked, studying my face with concern. "You seem distracted."

"Actually," I hesitated, taking a deep breath. "There's something I need to talk to you about."

"Okay." He put down his coffee cup and leaned against the counter, giving me his full attention. "What's going on?"

"Can we sit down for this?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. "It's important."

"Of course." He led me into the living room, and we sat down on opposite ends of the couch. The silence between us was heavy, filled with anticipation and anxiety.

"Look, Hugo, I don't know how to say this, so I'll just come right out with it." I swallowed hard, gripping my hands tightly in my lap. "I just found out and that's why I took a while in the bathroom." I pulled the test out of my pocket to hand to him. "I'm pregnant."

For a moment, he just stared at me, his eyes wide with shock. Then, he blinked, and his expression shifted to one of confusion.

"What? How? I mean, are you sure?"

"Positive," I whispered, tears filling my eyes. "I took several tests."

"Fuck," he muttered, running a hand through his hair. "I – I don't know what to say."

"Neither do I," I admitted, my voice cracking. "But I couldn't keep this from you. And it's the worst timing with your parentsjust being here and you just telling me… I mean… youjusttold me you don't want children. I feel sick about this."

"Jesus." He leaned back against the couch, his face pale. "I need time to think. To process this."

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