Celina walked out of the doctor’s office on unsteady legs, her heart pounding violently against her ribs. Every word from the gynecologist echoed in her mind like a hammer shattering fragile glass:

“One month and three days.”

“We need to schedule your prenatal appointments.”

She slid into her car on autopilot, slamming the door shut. Her hands trembled so badly she had to grip the steering wheel just to steady herself. But instead of starting the engine, she lowered her head and pressed her forehead against the cool leather.

“No… this can’t be happening…” she whispered, her voice breaking under the weight of the shock.

She closed her eyes, desperately searching for a loophole, some chance the doctor had been wrong. But the math was undeniable. There was only one man who could be the father.

Thor Miller.

Her boss.

The man she despised with every fiber of her being.

Arrogant. Domineering. Cold and unfeeling. A man who treated her as if she were disposable, as though her existenc