CHAPTER 883. MY LITTLE BELOVED. Help

Gigi was sitting at the small kitchen table, staring at the pregnancy tests she had left there as if they were bombs about to explode. Her breathing was shallow, her pulse was racing, and her hands were trembling. All night long, she had avoided the inevitable moment when she would have to face what she feared. So now, as the sun was rising over the lake, she remained frozen. She didn’t know what to do. If the tests were positive, her entire life would change in an instant. But damn it, her life was already a disaster!

"This can't be..." she murmured for the umpteenth time, trying to convince herself that she was overreacting, that this was just her body playing tricks on her.

Finally, when the anxiety became too much to bear, she got up from the chair, grabbed one of the tests, and walked to the bathroom with hesitant steps. She closed the door behind her and sat on the edge of the bathtub, staring at the small device with a mix of terror and desp