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."

a bottle with a quiet "Thank you," but her hand remained tightly clasped around Wilfred's,

lights felt almost blinding. They followed the officers into the interview room,

her face would pale, and Wilfred stayed by

had broken, and the soft morning light spilled over the

Karina into the back seat

fixed on the passing scenery outside the window. The familiar yet distant shops and pedestrians blurred together, as if shrouded

everything we've been through realize that being safe and together is the greatest happiness. The little Worries in life

on her hand, nodding slightly. "Yes, from now on, no matter what storms come our way, I'll

home, sunlight streamed through the curtains, scattering

gasoline-soaked clothes. The hot water poured over her, filling the room with

of steaming pasta, each