Twenty-Three

Twenty-Three

HIM

She’s a fucking whore.

She kissed Antonio.

The child probably isn’t mine.

It might not even exist at all.

I stop, only three steps from Mother’s room, my thoughts whirling, my jaw tightening. Micha could simply be on her period and is using it to get me out of the room so she can make her escape. When was the last time she bled?

Sixteen days ago. Periods can occur that close together, but you can’t bleed while pregnant.

My lips tight, I spin on my heels and stride back to the room before she can make her escape. Her sobs aren’t as loud now, aren’t as dramatic, and I curse myself for falling for her –

“Varius!” I turn at the sound of Mother’s voice behind me.

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