From a Wrong Turn to Mr. Right novel Chapter 5

The second the thought crossed her mind, Olivia Bennett felt like her soul had just left her body.

She didn’t even remember that man was standing right next to her. Instead, she just shuffled away, completely dazed and hollow.

Evan’s words died in his throat, leaving him worried and uneasy.

Did I say something wrong?

He honestly just wanted to comfort her, seeing how devastated she looked.

With a soft sigh, Evan turned back toward the bistro.

“I’ll be right there,” he said into his phone.

Ethan Carter was already stepping out onto the sidewalk, ending his call with a nod.

Evan glanced at him, curious. “Everything okay, Mr. Carter?”

Ethan kept walking, his voice clipped. “We’re heading to the hospital.”

***

“You’re pregnant.”

Olivia stood outside the hospital, staring at the test results in her hand, the doctor’s words echoing in her head.

Pregnant.

She was actually pregnant.

She hadn’t wanted this, not at all. That night was something she’d been trying desperately to block out.

But now, thinking about this little life—part of her, no matter what—she found herself unable to let go.

She was all alone, after all. The Bennetts had never really accepted her as family.

She’d pretty much given up on the idea of marriage. This baby might just be her only real family in the world.

Keep it, or not?

Her fingers crumpled the test results, the crisp paper now wrinkled in her grip.

“Mr. Carter, are we—” Evan started, but Ethan suddenly stopped.

Evan looked up, following Ethan’s gaze, and saw Olivia standing at the entrance.

Look at him, going over to check on her without a second thought.

Olivia finally unfolded the test results, her tense brow slowly relaxing, as if she’d made up her mind.

She was keeping this child.

Unexpected, sure. But maybe it would be her only real family in this lifetime.

That night, she’d run into that hotel room by accident. She still had no clue who the guy was. Honestly, maybe she’d gotten the better end of the deal.

Might as well think of him as an anonymous donor, she thought, a little wryly.

With that settled, Olivia let out a breath, feeling a bit lighter—until she suddenly realized someone was standing right in front of her.

A man.

A very handsome man.

He was tall—well over six feet—with sharp features and an effortless, almost aristocratic grace. But his eyes were deep and icy, making him seem distant.

And underneath that cold exterior, there was something else—something Olivia couldn’t quite read.