Isabella's POV
I stared at the doctor, my heart pounding in my chest like a drum. His lips were still moving, but I couldn't process the words. Pregnant. I was pregnant. The world around me blurred, the sterile white walls of the doctor's office closing in on me. It felt like I was trapped in a suffocating bubble, my mind racing back to that night—the night with Sebastian.
I wasn't even thinking straight. I remembered everything, the way his hands had held me, the warmth of his body against mine. The chemistry had been electric, but it wasn't supposed to go this far. Not like this.
I could feel the doctor's gaze burning into me, waiting for a response, but all I could manage was a weak, shaky whisper. "I'm doomed."
"Excuse me?" The doctor's voice cut through the fog, and I blinked, trying to reorient myself. His brows furrowed as he looked at me with concern. "Why did you say that?"
I opened my mouth, but no words came out. I was too lost in the storm of my own thoughts. The gravity of the situation was slowly crashing down on me. Alexander. I was pregnant with Alexander's child, the heir to the family I was supposed to investigate. How had I let this happen?
I had been so careful. So focused. The mission was everything—everything. Yet here I was, sitting in this cold room, pregnant with the enemy's child. I couldn't breathe. My entire life was spinning out of control, and there was no way to stop it.
"Isabella?" The doctor's voice was softer now, gentle. "You seem very… distracted. Can you talk to me about what's going on? You don't have to face this alone."
I bit my lip, trying to pull myself together, but I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes. What was I supposed to say? That the father of my child belonged to the very family I was sent to destroy? That I had allowed myself to become entangled in a web I was never meant to be caught in?
I couldn't. Not now. Not yet.
"It's nothing," I muttered, shaking my head as if that would somehow dismiss the panic rising in my chest. "I'm just... surprised."
The doctor didn't look convinced, but he nodded. "It's completely normal to be overwhelmed by the news. But you'll need support. This isn't something you should go through alone."
Support. That word felt like a joke. Who could I turn to? My mission handlers? They'd see this as a betrayal. They'd probably pull me out of the operation and never trust me again. Alexander? The thought made my stomach twist. I hadn't even processed what this would mean for him. Would he even want this baby? And more importantly, did I?
I didn't know what to think, what to feel. My mind was a mess. The only thing I knew for sure was that I was completely, utterly alone in this.
"Do you want to talk to someone? I can refer you to a counsellor," the doctor offered, his voice careful as if he were afraid I might shatter.
"No, thank you." I forced a weak smile. "I'll be fine. I just need time."
He nodded slowly, clearly unconvinced but not pressing the issue. "Okay, Isabella. But if you ever need help, please don't hesitate to reach out. I can give you some information about your options—"
"No," I cut him off, my voice sharper than intended. I couldn't even think about my "options" right now. The idea of making any decisions felt impossible. "I mean, thank you, but... I need to figure this out on my own."
The doctor studied me for a moment, as if weighing his next words carefully. Then he sighed and placed the clipboard on the table beside him. "Take your time. I'll be here if you need anything."
I nodded, but I wasn't really listening. My mind was already spinning in a million directions, trying to figure out how I was going to navigate this disaster. The investigation. Alexander. The baby.
Oh God, the baby.
I had to leave. I couldn't stay in this room, not with all these questions and doubts swirling around in my head. I stood up abruptly, my hands shaking as I reached for my bag.
But as I turned to leave, something stopped me. The doctor. He was still watching me, his eyes full of concern. Something about the way he looked at me made my breath catch in my throat. I needed help. I didn't know what to do next, but I knew I couldn't do it alone.
Without thinking, I reached out and grabbed his hand, holding onto him as if he were the only lifeline I had left.
"Doctor, I..." My voice trembled, and I swallowed hard, trying to gather my courage. "I need a favour."
His eyes widened slightly, and he nodded slowly. "Of course. Anything."
I hesitated, the words lodged in my throat. This was risky. Dangerous, even. But I had no other choice. I needed someone on my side. Someone who could help me, even if they didn't know the whole story.
"I... I need you to keep this between us," I finally managed to say, my voice barely above a whisper. "No one else can know. Not yet."
The doctor's brows furrowed again, but he didn't argue. "Patient confidentiality is important, Isabella. You don't have to worry about anyone finding out."
I shook my head, gripping his hand tighter. "No, I mean it. This has to stay between us. No one can know. Not my family, not his... no one."
His eyes flickered with understanding, though I wasn't sure how much he grasped the situation. "Alright," he said quietly. "If that's what you want, I'll respect your privacy. But please, take care of yourself. You don't have to handle this alone."
I nodded, my chest tightening with a mixture of relief and fear. This was only the beginning. And I wasn't sure how long I could keep this secret buried.
But for now, it was enough.