Betrayal. (Not) His Own from the Maid

“Have you completed all the procedures?” he asks, because he’s sure I went to spa treatments. “Yes,” I nod bitterly, with tears in my eyes. “All of them. I take the ultrasound results out of my bag. With the photo. You can’t see anything yet, but I’m still glad it’s already there.” “Here,” I place it in front of him on the table. Seva glances at the printed sheet for a moment. Then he looks at the photo. He gives it no proper attention. He raises his gaze to me and studies me with a smirk. “So, you decided to tie me to yourself?” A corner of his mouth tilts aside. “You should have understood that after—” “Shut your mouth,” he interrupts harshly. “I can’t have children. That’s why I’ve never used protection.” I don’t believe him. “What about Kirill?” I laugh at him, with mockery. “He’s not mine,” he cuts it off. “And he knows it.”