Celina left the doctor's office with trembling legs, feeling her heart pound against her chest. Every word the gynecologist had said echoed in her mind like a hammer on fragile glass:

"One month and three days."

"We need to schedule your prenatal care."

She got into the car almost automatically and slammed the door shut. Her hands were shaking so much that she had to hold the steering wheel for a moment before starting the car. But instead of starting the engine, she lowered her head and rested her forehead on the cold leather of the steering wheel.

"No... this can't be happening..." she whispered, her voice broken by shock.

She closed her eyes, trying to find a flaw, a possibility of error. But the calculations were clear. The father of her child could only be one person.

Thor Miller.

Her boss.

The man she hated with every fiber of her being.

The arrogant, overbearing, cold, and insensitive man. The man who treated her as if she were disposable, as if her existence boiled down to the