The Billionaire Heiress Strikes Back (Veronica and Carter) novel Chapter 26

Chapter 26

Veronica’s POV

“Congratulations, Mrs Grayson, you’re four weeks pregnant.”

My entire body went stiff as the declaration hung in the air. My chest stiffened and I thought for a moment that I might pass out.

I… I beg your pardon?” I blurted, hoping he had made a mistake or mixed up the test results somehow.

There was no way I could be pregnant! I just couldn’t! Not after everything!

The doctor’s smile slowly faded as he noticed that I wasn’t sharing in hist

excitement.

“You are pregnant,” he repeated again.

I chuckled, “I’m sorry but this has got to be some sort of mistake, you know… I can’t be pregnant. I’m not pregnant!”

He was visibly confused.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know what to say about this or what made you believe such, but these results are authentic, straight from the lab,” he said, and I shook my head.

“I’m sure this is a mistake. Please retake the test. I just got a little tired and passed out. It might be from the stress….

I was desperate at this point. My life was so messed up. I couldn’t bring a child into it. Not now.

“If you insist, then we will,” he said.

“Thank you.” I muttered and watched him walk out of the ward.

Me? Pregnant?

I tried to think back, convincing myself that Carter and I haven’t even been intimate…

Then it flashed in my mind and my breath hitched.

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

Images from that night flashed in my head. The stench of alcohol, the struggle to help him to the bed, the kisses, everything.

And it was just a month ago when he came home drunk for no reason and slept with me for the first time since we got married. I never thought much about it because he told me to my face to forget it ever happened

He called it a drunken mistake and stated that it didn’t change anything between us. I was heartbroken, of course, but I decided to move on from

it, and now I was pregnant.

At this critical point in time when I was going through a divorce. How was I supposed to raise a child without its father when he was alive and well?

As a fatherless child, I knew the level of trauma that I went with being raised by a single parent, and when my mother died, I had it a whole lot

worse.

I couldn’t let my baby go through that.

“Oh God!” I muttered, shutting my eyes as my heart raced. “Please let this be a mistake. I can’t afford a baby now… I’m not in the right frame of

mind.”

It was an odd prayer but I hoped he would answer it. For the sake of the innocent life, I was going to bring into this world.

Because if I was indeed pregnant, I would have to go back to Carter

The ward door opened and this time, Orthon walked inside. The worry on his handsome face made iny heart ache. How do I tell him this?

“Hey… you’re awake,” he smiled weakly. The stresslines on his forehead made me feel had. I shouldn’t be putting him through this. He doesn’t

deserve it

“You gave me quite a scare.”

He sat by my bedside and took my hand. Those beautiful eyes rested on

mine again.

“Is everything okay?” He asked worriedly. “You look pale.”

“Huh?” I chuckled nervously. “I’m totally fine, just wondering how soon I can get out of this place.”

“You can get out of here as soon as you recover so just focus on getting better, okay? I want to believe you passed out from stress. This week has been tough for you,” he said softly.

Oh, how I wish. How I really wish.

“You are so kind, Orthon. I don’t know what I would have done without you by my side,” I said.

“Don’t get emotional on me again, Vee,” he warned playfully. “Get well and I’ll treat you to something really special.”

Now that was enough to capture my attention and take my mind completely off my problems.

“What is it?” I asked, barely able to contain the excitement in my

“It is a surprise.” he winked and I groaned.

voice.

“What is it with you and surprises?” I groaned, even though I secretly couldn’t wait. “Just tell me already and get it over with.”

“Unfortunately, I can’t really tell you anything but we could try something else tomorrow. Like shopping maybe?” He asked.

“No. I want to know what you have planned out for when I’m discharged!” I pouted. “I hate surprises.”

“Well. I intend to make you love them because you will be getting a lot of them.” he grinned, and my cheeks began heating up.