CHAPTER 881. MY LITTLE BELOVED. Help

Gigi sat at the small table in her kitchen, staring at the pregnancy tests she had left there, as if they were bombs about to explode. Her breathing was unsteady, her pulse raced, and her hands trembled. All night, she had avoided the inevitable moment when she would have to face what she feared the most. So, as the sun began to rise over the lake, she remained frozen in place. She didn’t know what to do. If the tests came out positive, her entire life would change in an instant. But damn it, her life was already a disaster!

“This can’t be…” she murmured for the umpteenth time, trying to convince herself that she was overreacting, that it was just her body playing tricks on her.

Finally, when the anxiety became too much to bear, she got up from the chair, grabbed one of the tests, and walked to the bathroom with unsteady steps. She shut the door behind her and sat on the edge of the bathtub, staring at the small device with a mixture of terror and