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    Molly drew in a shaky breath, her eyes bouncing between us before settling on yton. She looked like she was about to drop a bomb. “I’m pregnant,” she said slowly, every word sinking like a stone in water.


    Makenna’s POV:


    Molly was pregnant.


    The words hit me like a bolt of lightning. I stood there, staring at Molly in utter disbelief, unable toprehend what I had just heard.


    yton’s expression mirrored my own. Shock was etched into every line of his face as he looked at her, muttering under his breath, “This… this can’t be. It’s impossible.”


    Tears sprang to Molly’s eyes almost instantly, her voice trembling as she spoke. “I’ve been feeling off for days now. So I went to the hospital, and… they told me I’m pregnant.”


    Molly pulled a medical report from her bag, her hands trembling slightly, and handed it over to yton. He snatched it without hesitation, his movements a little too quick, betraying his anxiety.


    We both scanned the report, our eyesnding on the date. It matched. Molly’s pregnancy lined up with the day she and yton had been together.


    “Your Highness… Makenna…” Molly’s voice was fragile, barely above a whisper, her eyes pleading with yton. “I never meant to cause harm. I just… I thought you should know. This isn’t something that can be brushed aside.”


    yton’s hand quivered as he gripped the report, his knuckles turning white. “Makenna, I…” He turned to me, desperation clouding his face, but what could he say? The truth was right there, undeniable and irreversible.


    Words, in that moment, seemed utterly useless. He opened his mouth as if to exin, but all that came out was a heavy sigh,den with defeat.


    A cold numbness washed over me. My skin felt pale, my gaze distant, yet I forced myself to stayposed. The joy I had felt just moments ago, of being reconciled with yton, vanished like smoke, reced by an overwhelming pressure that squeezed my chest tight. The heavy air felt like it was closing in, suffocating me.


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    “I need to go.”


    The words barely escaped my lips, quiet and strained, as I spun around, desperate to escape.


    “Makenna!”


    yton’s hand shot out, his grip strong and firm around my wrist, halting my steps. I struggled to pull away, but he held on tighter, his nails biting into my skin. His golden eyes were wide with helplessness, pleading silently with me. But I knew—some things, once set in motion, could never be undone.


    I took a deep breath, forcing the rising tide of tears back, and slowly, methodically, I pried his fingers from my wrist, one by one. Each release felt like a crack in my heart, splintering with every loosening grip. As his hand finally fell away, my chest tightened with a dull ache, but I couldn’t linger.


    I spun on my heel and ran, unable to look back.


    “Makenna! Makenna, wait!”


    yton’s desperate shouts echoed behind me, but I refused to hear them, my steps quickening as tears blurred my vision. I ran blindly, no sense of direction, just an overwhelming need to escape the suffocating reality behind me—until I crashed into something solid.


    For a brief, surreal moment, time froze. I stumbled, barely managing to stay upright, and looked up into the concerned, startled eyes of the person I had collided with.


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