Pregnancy?

Nicholas awoke the next morning with a heavy heart. The weight of yesterday’s events lingered, pressing down on him. He knew he had to talk to Naomi, to apologize. He got up, took his bath, and headed downstairs after dressing.

Naomi sat by the window, gazing out through the window. Her expression was unreadable, a mix of sadness. She barely knew when Nicholas entered the room, her body stiffening slightly.

“Naomi,” Nicholas began softly, his voice filled with regret. “I’m really sorry about everything. About Karen, about the kiss. I didn't mean to hurt you.”

Naomi turned to face him, her eyes cold and distant. “It’s not just about the kiss, Nicholas. It’s about everything. How could you even think about being with someone like her?”

Nicholas sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I don’t expect you to understand, but Karen isn’t what you think.”

Naomi’s eyes flashed with anger. “Oh really, I remembered months ago you were mad, you wanted to rip her apart but now she is innocent?