Page 84 of His Enemy's Promise


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Her confession shredded me. Because if what we’d found was love, it was done. It was over. Forgiveness wouldn’t be coming any time soon.

“I didn’t know what to do. I couldn’t helphim. If you heard me on that call just now, that was the truth. I haven’t been loyal to him since I cared more about you than anything he wanted. And I never will. He asked me to poison you, and I can’t even think of hurting you.”

I scoffed. “Too fucking late for that, sweetheart,” I growled.

She frowned. “I never meant to. I only wanted to do what I thought I could to help my cousin stay alive while stalling him. I didn’t come here with any plan to participate in… any of that with you.”

“Don’t be shocked if I can’t believe another word you say.”

She nodded slowly, raising her face to me again. “Then when I explain that I’m pregnant, perhaps you should refer to the test in the bathroom before taking my word for it.”

Just when I thought it couldn’t be any more complicated, she’d done the impossible and pulled the proverbial rug out from under me.

28

SOFIA

I’m dead.

I’m a dead woman walking.

Living on borrowed time.

I am going todie.

He’ll kill me for this, all of it.

I laid my hands over my stomach, wishing I could spare this little one’s life if I had no hope to survive.

Andre glowered at me with so much malice, so much anger and fearsome rage, that I knew it as well as I knew my name.

He was going to kill me.

There was no chance he’d accept this news well and let me go.

Fuck around and find out, Sof.

I shouldn’t have expected any of this to end well.

Play with fire and get burned.

And this was precisely why I hadn’t wanted to get involved with him. At all. This was the very reason I’d clung to common sense and resisted him regardless of how much I’d yearned for him and desired him.

I’d gotten it all out now. It was all off my chest. Every huge secret, each one of the horrible lies I’d kept from him.

Exceptthatone.

Confessing my love for himnowwouldn’t go over well. Besides, it was pointless to share the sentiment with him when he’d already stated that he’d never believe me again.

“What?”

He seemed shellshocked, but not bowled over.

“I’m pregnant.” I pointed at the bathroom, hating how shaking my finger was as I extended it. “I wondered why I felt so off, so I got a test from Natalie’s bathroom and took it this morning.”

Still, he stared at me, furious and focused.

“It’s yours,” I added, as if that needed to be said. “I was a virgin when you… when we…” I shrugged. He got the point. “And you’re the only one I’ve…” Also, an unnecessary point to make.