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    After she gave birth, she wouldn’t be alone anymore.


    She booked an appointment with the same doctor from herst visit and turned in early.


    She slept soundly.


    By morning, she was up before the sun, even greeting her belly with a cheerful “good morning.”


    She drove straight to Shirie Hospital, registered, and made her way toward the doctor’s office.


    The ce was packed, a sea of people to weave through.


    Unlike most women who had their husbands tagging along for prenatal checkups, she came alone, but she didn’t feel lonely. Her baby was herpanion.


    “Gracie!”


    Someone called her name.


    Gracie spun around, scanning the crowd, until she saw Elsa walk over.


    “What brings you to the hospital?” Elsa asked.


    Gracie blinked in surprise; she hadn’t noticed Elsa in the swarm of people earlier.


    “Sorry, Elsa, it’s so hectic here that I didn’t spot you just now. I’m here for a prenatal checkup. I’m pregnant.”


    Elsa’s eyes flicked to her belly, though her own face looked strained. She wasn’t well—her blood pressure had been climbing, and the meds at home weren’t helping, so she’de to the hospital.


    She had wanted one of her sons by her side, but Kenny was in a bad mood, and Ethan was drowning in work. Two nights of back-to-back international meetings, plus daytimepany matters, had left him with no time to breathe. So, she hade with the maid instead.


    “Pregnant? Where’s your husband? Why isn’t he with you?” Elsa asked, her voice softer now than it once would’ve been. She had softened toward Gracie since Gracie’s marriage, finding her more likable now.


    Gracie forced a thin smile. “Didn’t you hear? I’m divorced now.”


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    Elsa’s face hardened, her tone serious. “Divorced? Then why keep the baby? You know I’ve always thought highly of you, but raising a child on your own is tougher than it looks. Take my advice—don’t put yourself through that.”


    Gracie stroked her belly with quiet resolve, her smile steady. “This baby’s my only family.”


    Elsa let out a weary sigh. “It’s your choice, but think it over carefully. Anyway, I should get to my appointment—I’m not feeling great.”


    Gracie, her brow creased with concern, asked, “What’s wrong? Is it bad?”


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