Page 61 of The Billionaire's Betrayal
"Eva?"he worried, his arm instinctively tightening around my waist.
"It's nothing, just dizziness, it'll pass," I tried to reassure him.
"Are you kidding?This is the third time this week!"he replied, his brows furrowed.
Before I could protest, he took out his phone and dialed a number with precise, determined movements.
"What are you doing?"I asked, even though I already knew the answer.
"I'm calling my doctor," he replied in a tone that allowed no discussion.
"You're not going to bother him just for this!It's really nothing," I protested weakly.
Steve raised a finger to silence me, without even looking at me.
"Hi, Steve here.I need a favor.My friend isn't feeling well, and I'd like you to see her as soon as possible...Yes...Yes.Thank you very much.I really appreciate it."
He hung up and turned to me, his expression clearly indicating he wouldn't back down.
"All set.David is at the clinic and he'll examine you right away."
I sighed, resigned.When Steve took that protective tone, I knew it was useless to argue.
The taxi dropped us off in front of the clinic, and Steve gave me an encouraging smile to try to ease my growing apprehension.At reception, a nurse greeted us warmly and announced our presence.A few moments later, David, a kind-looking man in his forties with fine lines around his eyes, approached us.After greeting us, he led me to an examination room with soothing white walls.
"How are you feeling?"he asked in English while inviting me to sit on the examination table.
"Hello," I replied in the same language, embarrassed by all this attention."I've just been feeling a bit strange lately, but it's probably just fatigue and stress.I'm sorry Steve bothered you for so little."
"Don't worry about it," he assured me with a reassuring smile."It's always better to check.Is this the first time you've felt this kind of discomfort?"
"No, it's happened several times recently.I've also had migraines and unusual fatigue."
The doctor nodded as he noted my answers in his notebook, the scratching of his pen echoing in the silence of the room.He then grabbed his stethoscope and listened to my heart and lungs, his precise and professional gestures calming me despite my anxiety.
"Everything seems normal there," he said calmly, removing the stethoscope."Please lie down.I'm going to do an ultrasound to further examine and check something."
I lay down, my heart beating harder with each second.The cold gel on my abdomen made me shiver, then the probe slowly glided over my skin.My eyes remained fixed on the screen where blurry images scrolled by that I desperately tried to decipher.The doctor's concentrated expression only heightened my anxiety.
After what seemed like an eternity, David turned to me, his gaze both serious and gentle.
"Eva, according to the images, it appears you're pregnant, three to four weeks along," he said in a measured voice.
The words echoed in my head like a thunderclap.Pregnant.My body froze as I tried to process the information.Three to four weeks...My mind quickly did the calculation, taking me back to that night after Tristan's return from Oslo.That night when I thought I had won him back, when everything seemed possible again.
"Are...are you sure?"I stammered, my throat tight.
The doctor slowly nodded, his eyes seeking mine with kindness.
A wave of panic washed over me.
"But how is that possible?"I breathed, incredulous."I'm on the pill."
"Sometimes, a simple oversight or a drug interaction can reduce its effectiveness," he replied gently."It can also happen if your intake schedule has been irregular."
I closed my eyes, trying to regain my composure.With my constant business trips, I did occasionally delay taking my pills.But what did it matter now?The result was there, undeniable.I was pregnant.
"My God, what am I going to do?"I whispered, lost in a whirlwind of conflicting emotions.
