“Baby. Mine?”—it rumbles behind my back, and I whip around.
“Yours,”—she exhales.
“You lied to me that night,” Arthur’s voice cuts through steel.
“I was sure we’d never see each other again,” I instinctively cover my belly with my hands.
“And now you’re lying too,”—just as cold.
“You knew who I was and got pregnant on purpose… to manipulate me.”
“I didn’t—”
“Well then, I guess you guessed right. I’ll never leave our child,” dangerous fire ignites in those green eyes. “But you… you’ll disappear from our lives right after the birth.”*
When I found out I was facing infertility, in despair I spent the night with a gorgeous stranger. In the morning we parted forever without even asking for each other’s names. Back then, I didn’t know that very soon I’d see him again. In my father’s house…