Celina stared at the pregnancy test on the sink in the company’s restroom, unable to tear her eyes away from those two pink lines.

Positive.

Her heart pounded out of rhythm, her mind in complete chaos.

“What am I going to do now?” she whispered, running trembling hands through her hair.

She began pacing back and forth, feeling the desperation swell in her chest.

“I could lose my job… I don’t even know who the father is…”

Her breathing quickened, her head spinning. She had no idea how far along she was, and the uncertainty terrified her.

If it was César’s, it would be a cruel twist of fate—a final bond tying her to him forever, when all she wanted was to forget he even existed.

If it was Thor’s…

Celina squeezed her eyes shut, refusing to finish that thought.

Tears rolled down her cheeks. She wasn’t ready for this.

The sound of the phone ringing in the room next door made her hold her breath. She ignored it, frozen. It rang again. And again.

By the third call, irritation mixe