CEO's Tears Over Pregnancy Test Discovery

Instead of heading out to eat, Wilfred decided to head home. It was the weekend, and with Mrs. Santos off-duty, they could cook for themselves. The fridge had just enough ingredients left for a proper meal. Karina pulled out an unopened carton of cream and called toward the living room, "Do you like cream of mushroom soup?"

A response came from Wilfred, and with his approval, she got to work preparing the ingredients.

The dishes she planned weren't particularly complicated, so in no time, the table was filled with food. After all the bustling in the kitchen, Karina almost forgot the reason she had come in the first place. But seeing Wilfred pick up his utensils brought her back to her thoughts.

"I wanted to ask you about your sleepwalking last night. Mrs. Santos said it happens often," she said, her tone filled with concern.

Karina had known Wilfred for quite a while now, and their relationship was fairly close. Yet she had never heard about his sleepwalking, not from him nor anyone else. That could only mean one thing he had deliberately kept it a secret.

And judging by what Mrs. Santos said, this wasn't a recent development. It had been going on for a long time.

into her voice as she continued, "Sleepwalking isn't something to ignore. You can't just pretend

calmly, "I called you here to talk about that night.

afraid she would

no room for argument. After a moment of hesitation, she

far from enjoyable. The silence wasn't comforting-it was stifling. The air was thick with suppressed tension, a forced calm

his mouth. He hadn't eaten much

deep breath and said, "I understand that you might have things you don't want to talk about. But we've known each other for

trust each other by

keep things hidden? I'm not a child. I can handle it. You don't have to keep things from me. That's all I wanted to say. Your

silent for a

she left yesterday, he knew