Chapter 87

Stacy sat gracefully at a table for two in the private diner that she had reserved for her and Carlton, her delicate fingers tracing invisible patterns on the linen tablecloth, with many thoughts running through her mind.

Her gaze often drifted towards the entrance in anticipation for him to arrive, practicing in her head how she would break the news of her pregnancy to him, and the expression he would have on his face. The laughter and joy they would share, and how he would shower her with kisses and love.

However, her mind suddenly wavered to the meeting she had with Carlton's grandfather earlier that day during her lunch break at a private, which took her countless self-assurance to acknowledge, while thinking nonstop about why he suddenly contacted her.

She remembered the stifling atmosphere the meeting started with, and each progression worse than the last minute. His words echoed in her mind from their conversation, and reality had flashed before her that