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Well, what did she expect? After two weeks, she found out that she was pregnant and decided to hide it till she couldn’t anymore. She made sure no one suspected her and only told Kathie about it and who the father of her child was. Not until this morning when her grandfather noticed her bulging stomach which she had worn a big shirt to hide. “I didn’t do anything. That night..”

After all, the life within her womb was delicate. Emily nodded, expressing her helplessness. "Are you sure you want to continue keeping this a secret?" With each passing day, Chloe’s belly was growing larger, making it increasingly challenging to conceal. "Now that autumn has arrived and we're wearing thicker clothing compared to summer, hiding it for another one or two months shouldn't be a problem." Chloe pretended to smile nonchalantly. "Let's take it one step at a time." Emily sympathized with Chloe but understood her stubbornness, so she refrained from saying too much.

After talking to Leo, Margot dropped by the supermarket to buy groceries and other ingredients. She decided to be extra careful while continuing to work on her revenge. She had to delay the final strike but it was fine as long as she could keep the baby safe. While being pregnant could be her weakness, Margot thought she just had to hide it from Harry, just like how she hid her cancer diagnosis before. Although it would be impossible to hide the bump after a few months, she wanted to keep her pregnancy a secret as long as possible.

Casey knew she couldn't afford to show any signs of weakness, especially not now when the pack was settling into their new home. She walked over to the full-length mirror in the corner of her room and examined her reflection. Though she could see her stomach had begun to protrude, it was still easy to conceal with the right clothing. Determined not to let anyone find out about her pregnancy yet, she sent the maids away and decided to prepare her bath herself.

Bella's POV I changed into a pair of jeans with an off-the-shoulder sweater. My belly has started to show more, but I don't want my pregnancy to gain attention during the competition. I use my ring to conceal my bump. I look at the mirror, and the illusion of a flat stomach reflects on the mirror. I rub my little bump tenderly. "It's just while we're done with the competition, little one."

As I step into the room that night, preparing to indulge in a warm bath thoughtfully prepared by Enora, I approach the bathroom's mirror and pause. I gaze at my reflection with a mix of nervousness and uncertainty. My eyes instinctively fall to my stomach, and I gulp, feeling a wave of anxiety wash over me. My mind races with a flurry of thoughts and worries, my heart pounding in my chest as I struggle to process my emotions. I’m starting to show. If I dare wear a shirt that's my size, it might give away to some observant people that I am pregnant. It’s all thanks to the long garments I’ve been wearing lately, that’s helping me hide this stomach.

I touched my stomach carefully. “You have to be more careful, Elena,” she said, holding my hand. “Take your check ups seriously. I nodded again, stood slowly, and lifted my bag.”Thank you, Dr. Patel.” “You're welcome,” she replied. “Two babies…” I murmured as I walked out the door. My belly started to grow a bit bigger. It was not huge yet, but I could feel the change when I looked in the mirror. My clothes felt tighter around the middle. I started wearing big tops to hide my belly successfully. Loose, baggy shirts that looked normal for work, big enough that no one at the hotel bar noticed anything different. I still smiled at guests, mixed drinks, and cleaned the counter like always. My se

The gentle waves lapped at her bare feet, cool and soothing, but they could not wash away the growing weight she carried both physically and emotionally. Her hand rested instinctively on the prominent swell of her belly. At nearly four months pregnant, hiding the truth was becoming nearly impossible. The once subtle curve had blossomed into a clear, rounded bump that no amount of loose cardigans or oversized dresses could fully conceal anymore. Each day brought new challenges, the persistent lower back pain, the sudden bursts of fatigue that left her needing afternoon naps, and the fierce protective instinct that made her want to wrap herself in a cocoon and never leave the cottage. She paus

I knew I had to act quickly. I began to frantically clear and hide any evidence of the pregnancy, disposing of any telltale signs. My hands shook as I worked, my mind consumed by a single, overwhelming thought: Kevin couldn't find out about the baby. Not yet. Not until I'd had a chance to figure everything out. As I finished hiding the last of the evidence, I stepped back to survey my handiwork. The room was spotless, with no hint of the secret I was keeping. I felt a temporary sense of relief wash over me, but I knew it was short-lived. Kevin's return was imminent, and I still had so much to prepare.

Logan has been so helpful, too, it has been the best doting husband that one could ask for. About a week has passed. My belly has started to grow, showing through all of the baggy clothing that I have tried to hide it with. I know that I do not need to hide it anymore, that Logan has accepted me and our unborn child, but I can't help but want to hide the news from the rest of the world, wanting this to remain a secret between us.