SCARLETT "The test is negative again, Mrs. Reed. I'm sorry." The doctor's words hit me like cold water thrown in my face. I sat on the examination table, paper gown crinkling under me, staring at the floor while the room spun a little. Negative. Again. This wasn't the first time I'd heard those words. It was the fifth. Maybe the sixth. I'd lost count because counting hurt too much. Ethan didn't flinch. He just nodded once, like the doctor had told him the sky was blue. No surprise. No disappointment. Just acceptance. I wanted to scream at him to react. To look devastated. To hold my hand. Anything. But he stayed silent, arms crossed, face blank as stone. The drive home was worse than the appointment. Forty minutes in the Bentley, city lights sliding across the windows, and not one word between us. I kept glancing at his profile-sharp jaw locked tight, eyes fixed on the road. His hands gripped the wheel so hard the knuckles turned white, but he never reache
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