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."

you," but her hand remained

the police station, the bright fluorescent lights felt almost blinding. They followed the officers into

the most harrowing moments, her face would pale, and Wilfred stayed by her side, holding her hand in silent

had broken, and the soft morning light spilled over the courtyard outside the

a cab, helping Karina into the back seat

her gaze fixed on the passing scenery outside the window. The familiar yet distant

tinged with the wisdom of someone who had just survived a life-threatening ordeal, "after everything we've been through realize that being

on her hand, nodding slightly. "Yes, from now on, no matter what

streamed through the curtains, scattering warm, golden

her gasoline-soaked clothes. The hot water poured over her, filling the room with steam, as though washing away the lingering fear

bowls of steaming pasta, each topped with a perfectly poached