CHAPTER 054
OLIVIA’S POV
For a brief moment, I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply, allowing the cool morning. breeze to soothe my nerves. The tension in my chest didn’t ease, but at least the suffocating feeling from being inside the house lessened.
I walked in the opposite direction of where Adrian’s driver was waiting. I needed at moment alone, away from his world, away from the suffocating reminders of the past. After a few seconds, I pulled out my phone and booked an Uber.
The wait felt longer than it actually was. I stood there, shifting my weight from foot to foot, glancing over my shoulder occasionally, half–expecting Adrian to suddenly appear and demand where I was going. But he didn’t.
Where the hell was the Uber driver?
The Uber finally pulled up. I slid into the backseat, gave the driver the hospital’s address, and leaned against the window, watching the city blur as we sped through the streets. My fingers subconsciously traced my stomach.
The hospital loomed in the distance, a place that held more pain than comfort for me. This was the same hospital where I had lost my child. The memory of that night Clawed at my mind–flashing lights, the cold metallic scent of the hospital, the sterile white walls, the pity in the nurses‘ eyes.
I clenched my fists, forcing myself to shake off the memory. I wasn’t here to dwell on the past. I had a purpose.
Stepping inside, I approached the receptionist. The bright artificial lights made everything seem harsher and colder..”
“Hi, I’d like to see Doctor Jay,” I said, my voice steady.
The receptionist, a young woman with dark brown hair tied neatly into a ponytail, glanced up at me with a polite but questioning look. “Do you have an appointment with him?”
Of course, I didn’t. Why did all receptionists always have to ask this?
“Umm, no, I don’t,” I admitted. “But could you just tell him Olivia Westwood is here to see him?”
She hesitated at first, but after a while, she picked up the phone. I tapped my fingers against the counter, waiting while she made the call.
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to see you,” she said before pausing. After a moment, she turn to. Il be with you shortly. Please take a seat.” She said gesturing towards the waiting area
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I nodded and walked over and sat down on one of the cushioned chairs. The hospital
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smell–antiseptic, alcohol, and something faintly medicinal–filled my nostrils. A few other patients sat around, some looking just as tense as I felt.
Minutes passed, Then, finally, a familiar voice broke the silence.
“Olivia, how have you been? It’s been a while.”
I looked up to see Doctor Jay approaching with a warm smile. He was dressed in his usual white coat, his salt–and–pepper hair slightly disheveled.
A small smile flickered across my face, though it lacked any real warmth. I could easily tell him how my life had been spiraling down ever since I last left this hospital, but
what was the point?
“I’ve been… there,” I said vaguely.
His eyes searched mine as if debating whether to push for more details, but he simply nodded. “Good to hear. Please, come into my office.”
1 followed him down the hallway, my heart pounding slightly. I wasn’t even sure why I was so nervous. Was it because deep down, I already knew the answer? Was I afraid
to confirm the truth?
We entered his office, a familiar space with walls lined with medical books and framed certificates. I took a seat across from him as he settled into his chair, hanging his white coat on a nearby hook.
“So, what brings you here today?” he asked.
I took a deep breath. “I need to take a test.”
His brow lifted. “A test? What kind of test?”
“For a few weeks now, I’ve been feeling… off,” I admitted, my fingers clenching in my lap. “I’ve noticed things–changes. At first, I thought it was just stress, but then last night, it got worse. So, this morning, I decided to come and take a pregnancy test.” My hand instinctively went to my stomach.
His eyes softened, but his professionalism remained. “Have you been experiencing symptoms like dizziness, nausea, or an increased appetite?”
I swallowed hard and nodded. “Yes… all of them.”
The realization hit me harder now that I’d spoken it out loud. Could I really be pregnant again? But how? I haven’t had sex with anyone else since Adrian. And I had lost that child–or at least, that’s what I was told.
Doctor Jay nodded and stood up. “Alright, let’s run a proper test to confirm.”
He retrieved a small needle and took a sample of my blood, his movements were practiced and efficient, I barely felt the sting. The sample was sent to the lab, and then all I could do was wait.
Every second stretched into eternity. My foot tapped anxiously against the tiled floor. My mind raced through a thousand scenarios, each one more impossible than the last.
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Finally, the door opened, and Doctor Jay stepped inside, holding the results. His expression was unreadable.
“Olivia,” he began, his voice measured, “The results confirm that you are pregnant. Still pregnant, to be precise. Congratulations.” He extended his hand in a congratulatory gesture, but I barely noticed.
Still pregnant? My mind latched onto the words, twisting them over and over. My heart pounded against my ribs as I snatched the report from his hands. My eyes scanned the page, zeroing in on the most shocking part.
Eight weeks.
No. This couldn’t be right.
“Doctor,” I whispered, my voice cracking. “How is this possible? I can’t be pregnant. I haven’t had sex with anyone in over a month. And the timeline–it points to the exact date I lost my last baby. So what’s going on?”
Doctor Jay exhaled deeply and leaned back in his chair. “Yes, I noticed the timing as well, and I was just as surprised as you. But Olivia… the last time you were brought here, you were pregnant with twins.”
My breath caught in my throat. My vision blurred with sudden tears.
“When you had the accident, you lost one of the twins. It’s an incredibly rare case, but it happens. One fetus was lost, but the other survived. That’s why you’re still pregnant.”
Tears spilled down my cheeks as my hand trembled over my stomach. Twins, I had been carrying two lives inside me, and I had only mourned one. My body had protected one of them without me even knowing.
The weight of the revelation settled over me, thick and overwhelming. My child was still here. A part of me had survived.
I let out a shaky breath, my emotions a tangled mess of grief, disbelief, and something else–something dangerously close to hope.
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