Crossroads

Stephanie entered the spacious master bedroom, taking in the unfamiliar decor with a solemn expression, and sighed deeply.

At the hospital that day, when George said she should keep the baby, everyone was stunned.

She was forced to stay in the hospital for three days to recuperate, and this morning, she was brought to Wellington Villa after being discharged.

She inconsciously caressed her flat belly. Although it had been three days, her mind was still in a mess.

That night, she was too upset after catching Kevin fooling around with Claire, and forgot to take contraception...

And now she was pr pregnant with a child from the Wellingtons.Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

It all felt surreal, almost like a dream....

Suddenly, an older lady entered the room and approached with a friendly smile. "Mrs. Wellington, hello, my name is Sandra Baker, and I'll be in charge of your meals and anything you need. Just let me know when you need me."

She wasn't accustomed to being called Mrs. Wellington by the staff at Wellington Villa.

Sensing her awkwardness, Sandra smiled warmly, "Mrs. Wellington, I know this is a lot. But don't worry. Mr. George Wellington had already instructed us to get ready for your wedding with Mr. Wellington. We will take care of all everything of the wedding, so you just focus on that little one you're carrying..."

Stephanie's hands tightened slightly as she heard this.

"Please get some rest, Mrs. Wellington. There's a maid outside, and you can ring the bell by your bed if you need anything."

Stephanie nodded at her, and Sandra slipped out, quietly closing the door behind her.

Now, Stephanie was alone in the spacious master bedroom.

Turning her head, she couldn't help but notice the papers on the bedside table. Stephanie walked over and picked up a marriage certificate, feeling a surge of mixed emotions.

"...actually got married to him," she murmured to herself, finding it hard to believe.

She had been really nervous at the city hall at that time.

This morning, after being discharged from the hospital, the driver took her to the courthouse first. George had insisted on letting Kevin divorce her immediately, and no sooner had she finished the proceedings than she was whisked away to register her new marriage with Dominick at city hall.

Stephanie laughed helplessly, unable to put her feelings into words.

Stella had always disagreed with the idea of divorcing Kevin, but when George spoke up, no one dared to object.

Stephanie herself felt she had no voice in the marriage, Initially, she thought George just wanted her to bear the child, but unexpectedly, he had arranged for her to marry Dominick.

"Looks like you have helped me to secure a good match, huh, little one?" she joked bitterly to herself In fact, she didn't want to marry into the Wellington family at all.

When she was escorted to city hall, the situation was so intimidating that the thought of resistance didn't even cross her mind. Surrounded by several Chapter 11

bodyguards, she had no choice but to comply.

What puzzled her even more was Dominick didn't even try to object to George's decision. She had never seen him as someone who would obey without question.

Stephanie was annoyed. George seemed tough, and Dominick was also not someone she could mess with.

She spent most of the day at Wellington Villa, never relaxing. The maids were all very polite to her. Sandra not only took care of her meals, but she also offered some advice about pregnancy.

Aher dining alone, she was sent back to the master bedroom to rest early.

Stephanie was exhausted after everything happened, byt she found herself hesitating as she looked at the king-sized bed before her.

Even though the maids had changed the sheets, it was still Dominick's bed, and lying on it felt awkward.

Stephanie stayed up until midnight, but her eyelids grew too heavy. She looked towards the door, thinking that Dominick might not come back from

work.

She took a deep breath to calm herself, and slipped into the bed.

"Sleep p first," sh she mumbled. "When

"When he returns, we need to talk about where to sleep."