Hired a Gigolo, Got a Billionaire

Chapter 660 Gwen's POV The second | stepped out of the legal conference room, the word pregnant echoing in every comer of my mind, | was already walking down the hallway with my phone in my hand, my heart beating too fast for a body that had almost died a few weeks ago. | couldn't tell Nick in the middle of household chaos. | couldn't just toss out "I'm pregnant" the way you say "we're out of milk." And more than anything... | needed to see it. | needed proof with my own eyes. Paper. A stamp. A number. Because fear has a cruel way of whispering, what if it's a mistake?

And hope, once it's been broken, learns to walk carefully. | asked my assistant to reschedule whatever she could. | called my doctor. They squeezed me in. The hospital smelled like disinfectant and anxiety. That alone was enough to turn my stomach. ---- Reception. Signature. Wristband. Those automatic steps where you become a patient before you're a person They ran the tests. | waited. In the waiting room, | stared at my hands like they belonged to someone else. The engagement ring caught the light, and for the first time | felt its weight in a different way. Not just promise. Consequence.

When they called my name, | stood too fast. Nearly stumbled. | sat in front of the doctor trying to look like someone who wasn't about to either fall apart or take flight. He opened my file with unbearable calm. "Gwen... yes. Confirmed." The word confirmed went straight through me. "Pregnant," he said gently, when he saw my face. "Very early. But the development is consistent. Your labs look good. The pregnancy is progressing." | didn't answer right away. | just breathed, like I'd been holding air for days. ---- "And..." My voice came out small. "Everything's okay? After the accident?

happiness required clearance | left the office with a brown envelope in my hands. It felt too heavy to be paper. Outside, the air in Florentia

in front of the entire construction crew and demanding he feel this with me. But | wanted something else. | wanted a moment that belonged only to us. No Renee. No lawyers. No hearings. No fear. ---- | wanted a beautiful memory. One she couldn't touch. When | got home, life was unfolding like the universe hadn't just placed a second heartbeat inside my body. Martina was in the kitchen. The smell of something baking greeted me before

"Is everything okay?" | looked down at the envelope in my hand and felt my heart threaten to race again. "Itis," | said. And it was true. A new kind of true. Fragile and bright. "And... | need your help." "Did something happen to Nick?" "No." | shook my head quickly. "It's not that. It's... it's

"A dinner," | said, and even to me the sentence sounded strange. "In our room. Just the two of us. | know you and Bella are here, but... | want tonight, just for a few hours, to be only us." Martina looked at me like | had just handed her a state secret. In a way, | had. "lL can keep Bella busy," she said immediately. "I'll tell her it's movie night with me. And... what do you

the edge of the report, then closed it again, like staring too long might break something fragile. ---- "want him to find out like this," I said, lifting the envelope slightly. "I want it to be... real. In his hands." Martina's eyes filled before she even fully understood. "Gwen..." she started. "Don't say it yet," | warned softly, almost laughing at myself. "If | hear it out loud right now, I'm going to fall apart." She took a steady breath,