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She refused to be intimidated by his stare, waiting upon his reply. “I don't know you but your family’s survival depends on me and I know what all desperate women like you want: a comfortable life, a car, connections and enough jewelry to drown in. You are no different and I doubt that you have any qualities I would be interested in discovering. Shut the door on your way out.”

She reaches out, taking my hand. “I’m asking you to give this a chance. Dr. Akeso will be monitoring me every other day. If it looks like our pup is struggling or that I can’t carry him or her to term, we can talk about next steps. I’m just asking you to give this a try, Dimitri. You’ve given me a gift that I’d given up on ever having in my life. You’ve given me the ability to give life to a little person, someone who is part of us. I just want a chance, Dimitri. I promise, I will do whatever Dr. Akeso says I have to do. Anything. I just want a chance. Please, Dimitri.”

John offered as if he is talking about a simple matter, an innocent child was lost because of my stupidity. “ here’s the thing, chances of you being forgiven are very slim if I were in her shoes I would never forgive you too, even without the dude she’s planning to marry your chances would be slim, and now with that dude and expected child, your chances are almost 0.1%” Marcus shot straight to my already wounded heart and opened the old wounds to fresh one’s. What he said iit’s the truth, and I cannot deny or pretend like my chances are high but at least I need to e

Noah and Sophie had ordered their boba and Sophie was already feeling better as she took a sip from her boba tasting the mix between the sugary tapioca and the strawberry milk, what an amazing combination. She walked with Noah from the boba shop down the distance to Chic Fil-A, She looks at his drink having taken a picture so she could post it on I*******m. "I didn't know you like boba, you don't seem like the type." Sophie says and Noah shakes his head at that looking over at her "You could never tell what anyone likes just based off of how they look, It's impossible," He says and Sophie shrugs causing him to raise an eyebrow at him "No, really. it's like me seeing someone I don't actually

“We can’t. Not yet.” “Rissa.” My voice came out sharper than I meant. She turned, and I saw the exhaustion etched into her face ,dark circles beneath her eyes, streaks of dirt along her cheek, the stubborn set of her jaw that made her look more fragile than fierce. “He’s burning up,” she said quietly. “If we stop now, maybe” “Maybe nothing,” I cut in. “You think giving him another chance fixes what he did? You think he’s not using that against you?”

The fear. The what-if. The reality that if she hadn’t been called… if she had arrived even a little later… She didn’t finish that thought. She couldn’t. The nurse adjusted something beside her. “His chances…?” Aria took a breath before answering. “Fifty,” she said quietly. “Fifty percent.” The nurse nodded, understanding exactly what that meant. Not guaranteed. Not safe. Just… possible. After a moment, the nurse stepped out, leaving Aria alone in the room.

48 Alex The phone in my hand felt like a block of lead, its faint glow casting an eerie light across the darkened room. My thumb hovered over the screen, trembling as I stared at the message for the third—no, fourth—time, hoping that somehow the words would change or that I’d wake up from this nightmare. "Luckily for you, that imbecile Liam took the bullet. You should’ve been dead by now. You’re lucky, but your luck won’t save you forever. I’ll strike again, and next time, nobody will help you. You’ll die, Alex."

“If all the children born on August tenth were yours, wouldn’t you be dead of exhaustion by now?” His eyes narrowed. “And the blood type?” “There are only four in existence,” she replied smoothly. “That gives a one-in-four chance. I could throw a water bottle into Piccadilly Circus and hit two people with the same as mine.” Alexander’s stare didn’t waver. “If all of this is coincidence,” he said quietly, “why did you suddenly go back on your word?”

She just stands there looking at the floor. My body is already missing contact between us. I miss the tingling sensation. Julia looks up at me and I know she is thinking, “Penny for your thoughts?” - I ask her. I can see she is taken back. She looks up at me “I can’t do this” - she says “What do you mean?” - I ask her while I stand up and walk towards her “I can’t be your mate” - she says with tears running down her face “Why not?” - I ask her

"The report shows that the probability of you getting pregnant again is extremely low. It's likely no more than 20 percent." Hearing this, Evelyn felt as though someone had just struck her in the heart with a dagger. The excruciating pain left her breathless. Her hands were freezing as she grasped the corners of her shirt tightly. She remembered a relative of hers with a 40 percent chance of getting pregnant. She had been married for five years and still bore no children. With her 20 percent chance, she likely no longer had the opportunity of becoming a mother in this lifetime. In a hoarse voice, she asked, "Is there nothing we can do about this, doctor?"