“I’m pregnant,” Arina said in one breath, staring in horror at her husband as if expecting the executioner to pronounce a fatal sentence. Sasha froze. His friendly smile slowly slid off his face, and his gaze in an instant became like a Swiss army knife.
“Congratulations,” he hissed through clenched teeth.
“I’m pregnant with your child, Averin,” Arina said, trying to look at least confident enough. Inside, fear tightened everything in her, her palms were sweaty, and a chill ran down her spine.
“Pray, you lying hypocrite, that this child is mine! Otherwise I’ll snap your neck!” Averin hissed, squeezing his fists with all his might…