Chapter Seventy-One

Approximately six weeks...

She couldn’t be pregnant. Rafiq had always used protection whenever they were intimate with each other. Unless he forgot that night. Their first night together at Oasis, Afiya.

She shook her head, “but it can’t be.”

Yet it explained everything, her battle with fatigue and nausea for the past week. All of it had been cancer!

Ziza stared, as if on cue, when a pair of nurses entered the room. They rolled in equipment that looked like an odd computer monitor and set it up before they quickly left.

“I want to do the test again. To make sure.” Ziza blurted the first thing that made sense in her head.

“Well, your highness. That is why Dr Waseem is here with me. He is an OB-GYN doctor with a reputable track record—the best this hospital offers. Trust me, you’ll be in excellent hands.” Said Dr Haddad.