CEO's Tears Over Pregnancy Test Discovery

Karina's body was still trembling slightly, and Wilfred gently pulled her into his arms, his chin resting lightly on the top of her head. He stroked her back in soothing, rhythmic motions, his touch warm and comforting.

Inside the police car, the atmosphere was heavy with tension. The flashing red and blue lights reflected off the windows, casting faint shadows over their exhausted faces.

Karina buried her face in Wilfred's chest, her ears filled with the steady, reassuring rhythm of his heartbeat. Gradually, that calm, regular sound helped steady her breathing.

After a long moment, she slowly lifted her head, her eyes meeting Wilfred's, full of worry and tenderness. Warmth spread through her chest as she whispered, her voice shaking, "We made it through... we almost didn't... it was so close..." Her words trailed off into quiet sobs.

Wilfred lifted a hand and gently wiped the lingering tears from her cheek with his thumb. His voice was hoarse but firm. "Don't be afraid. It's over now. I'm here."

Those few words, simple yet resolute, gave Karina's unsettled heart a place to rest.

The female officer in the front seat turned around, offering them two bottles of water. Her voice was soft, almost motherly. "Drink some water, take a moment to recover. Once we finish the statements at the station, you can go home and rest."

with a quiet "Thank you," but her hand remained tightly clasped around Wilfred's, as though letting go would

lights felt almost blinding. They followed

pale, and Wilfred stayed by her

they finished, dawn had broken, and the soft morning light spilled over the

cab, helping Karina into the

Wilfred's shoulder, her gaze fixed on the passing scenery outside the window. The familiar yet distant shops

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tightened his grip on her hand, nodding slightly. "Yes, from now on, no matter what storms come our

streamed through the curtains, scattering

hot water poured over her, filling the room with steam, as though washing away the lingering fear and shadows of

prepared two bowls of steaming pasta, each topped with a perfectly poached