CHAPTER 881. MY LITTLE BELOVED. Help

Gigi sat at the small table in her kitchen, staring at the pregnancy tests she had left there, as if they were bombs about to explode. Her breathing was unsteady, her pulse raced, and her hands trembled. All night, she had avoided the inevitable moment when she would have to face what she feared the most. So, as the sun began to rise over the lake, she remained frozen in place. She didn’t know what to do. If the tests came out positive, her entire life would