Page 228 of Wicked Proposal

Which leaves only one person left to trust.

Myself.

My stomach churns. It’s been doing that a lot lately. I put my hand over it, try to calm down the wave of nausea.

That night, I didn’t tell Yulian the truth, either.

“I’m pregnant. With Brad’s child.”

It was supposed to be a lie. An eye for an eye, just to get him to leave.

Turns out, I was only lying about half of it. Two pink lines on a plastic stick confirmed it last week.

Only, this time, the baby isn’t Brad’s.

It’s Yulian’s.

TO BE CONTINUED