Tamara found a nearby shopping mall and ducked into the restroom.
Ten minutes later, inside a stall.
Tamara held the stick, her eyes fixed unblinkingly on the result window. Two red lines. They were glaringly clear.
Tamara stared at the lines, her breathing growing ragged, her chest heaving. For a moment, she couldn't tell if she was feeling ecstasy or terror. She was really pregnant! She was carrying Milford's child!
Her fingers trembled as she instinctively placed a hand over her flat stomach. The corners of her mouth lifted uncontrollably. Here, a small life was growing.
As a first-time mother, Tamara felt a sudden rush of confusion mixed with indescribable excitement. This child might be her greatest chip to turn the tables within the Sherwood family. After all... no matter how much the Sherwoods loathed her, they wouldn't reject their own bloodline.
But a second later, the smile froze on her face. Since the wedding, Milford and Gloria’s attitude toward her had worsened by the day. Even this child was the result of her scheming. Would Milford be happy to know she was pregnant? Would he accept this child? And Gloria? Would she allow her to give birth?
Tamara knew clearly that with the level of hatred Gloria currently held for her, if the Sherwood family found out she was pregnant now, they wouldn't hesitate to drag her to a clinic to abort it.
No! That couldn't happen!
Tamara bit her lip, a shadowy resolve passing through her eyes. She would not allow anyone to hurt this child.

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