The Cold Surgeon's Contract Bride novel Chapter 596

HCG blood test results.

450 IU/L.

The number was so staggering that I sucked in a sharp breath the moment I saw it.

I checked it over and over again, terrified that my eyes were playing tricks on me. But the number was right there, plain as day.

As a doctor, I knew exactly what that number meant. Even though it wasn't explicitly spelled out in the summary of the report, I knew the undeniable truth.

I was pregnant.

The number indicated early pregnancy, likely around thirty days since implantation.

Thirty days.

I had missed my period this month, but since I'd always struggled with irregular cycles, I assumed it was just from the overwhelming stress I'd been under lately. I hadn't given it a second thought.

It never even crossed my mind that the real reason was pregnancy.

It wasn't entirely my fault for being careless. For my entire adult life, I had only ever been physically intimate with one man—Ferris. And every single time we finished, he would always remind me to take the pill.

"Remind" was putting it lightly. He demanded it.

Thanks to his strict enforcement, we had never had an accident in our three years of marriage. I was so used to it that my subconscious believed an accident was literally impossible.

Yet right now, on the brink of divorce, the impossible had happened.

Thinking back carefully, the accident must have traced back to the night of Mrs. Lennox's birthday party. Before the banquet was even over, Ferris had dragged me out the door, thrown me into his car, and forcefully taken me while angrily interrogating me.