Chapter 148 Mistake–2
June
My eyes slowly lift to Leila’s.
Her whole body shudders, her hands flying to her stomach, her lips barely staying steady.
"No," Leila breathes, voice cracking.
I don’t even know how we got here. One second we were in the apartment, the next we were stumbling into the hospital lobby like we’d been dropped from the sky. My brain hasn’t caught up. Everything just keeps… escalating. Turning into something uglier, heavier, faster than I can process.
Leila sits beside me, hands shaking in her lap, trying so hard to hold herself together it hurts to watch.
Then—
"June!"
My head snaps up.
Lia is rushing toward us, her whole face crumpled, eyes swollen and red. Before I can stand, she wraps her arms around me.
"I’m so sorry, June. I tried calling you but your line wasn’t connecting."
I grip her shoulders and gently pull back.
"What did the doctor say? Is he going to survive?"
"They don’t know yet." Her voice cracks. "They're still operating on him. The doctor said they’ll do everything they can to save him."
She swallows hard, tears spilling again. "I called our mom and dad — they’re catching the next flight out. I… I feel so alone."
"Hey. I’m here." I try to sound steady, even though my heart is racing hard it hurts. "He’ll be okay. He’s strong."
Behind us, a sharp, strangled cry cuts through the waiting area.
Leila.
Lia turns, confused, brows tightening.
"Is she—?"
"She and Tobias were friends," I say quickly, forcing a small, shaky smile. "She’s… very emotional."
Lia nods slowly, buying the excuse.
I hurry to Leila and wrap my arms around her before she completely breaks open.
"It’s okay," I whisper, even though nothing is okay. "I’m here. I’m right here."
But inside, my thoughts are spiraling.
Tobias is fighting for his life. Leila is pregnant.
I'm currently holding a secret I’m not I should say or explain till Tobias is out of that surgery table alive.
And everything is happening all at once. What do I do?
I open my mouth to reassure Leila again, but something flips violently in my stomach.
Sudden, sharp, and wrong.
I swallow hard.
No… no, not now.
"I—I need a minute," I whisper, forcing a small smile before either of them can question it. I excuse myself and rush down the hallway toward the restroom, hand pressed to my mouth.
The moment I push the door open, the nausea explodes.
I barely make it to the sink.
I throw up so hard my knees hit the tiles, my whole body trembling. My throat burns, and my eyes sting. I grip the edge of the sink like it’s the only thing holding me to the earth.
When the wave passes, I rinse my mouth and splash water on my face, trying to steady my breathing.
But the nausea rolls again — violent, unforgiving.
"No, no, no—" I gasp, lunging toward the toilet this time.
By the time it stops, I feel weak, empty, like someone drained the life out of me. I clean up again, leaning on the sink. My reflection looks pale, almost transparent.
Okay. Okay. Maybe it’s stress. I haven’t eaten properly since—
Since everything fell apart.
I pull in a breath and push the door open—
Only to see a woman standing near the entrance.
She looks at me with a strange smile.
"Oh, sweetheart," she says warmly, "how far along are you?"
My brain stops.
"I’m sorry… what?" I manage.
Her smile falters.
"You’re pregnant, right? I was exactly like that my first month."
She laughs softly, rubbing her small baby bump.
Pregnant... Pregnant!
My eyes fall to her belly, then to her hand, then back to her face.
No. My heart stutters violently.
No, no, no—
I open my mouth but no sound comes out, because suddenly, I remember I haven't seen my period yet. I'm awfully late.
And Hermes— Hermes.
My knees buckle.
The woman reaches out just in time, grabbing my arms and pulling me upright.
"Whoa—hey, hey, are you okay?"
I can’t answer. I can’t breathe. I can’t fucking
think.
Pregnant?
I can’t be pregnant.
I can’t— not for a man who is getting married in a few days. Not for a man whose fiancée is blackmailing me.
My vision blurs. This cannot be happening.
This cannot be my life.
I shake my head weakly, whispering to myself more than to her—
"No… no… no… this has to be a mistake…"