Page 112 of Sinful Lies

Oh no.

I look back to Dimitri, and my throat grows thick with tears.

“I can explain,” I whisper.

“I sure as hell hope so.” He tosses my phone back onto the counter top. “Why do you have an appointment for an ultrasound?”

I try not to flinch under the intensity of his gaze, but his face is like stone.

“I-I’m pregnant.”

His eyes flick down to where my hands are now resting over my abdomen.

Time seems to slow as I watch his expression, praying for his eyes to crinkle at the edges, for a huge smile to spreadacross his face as the shock wears off and he realizes how happy he is.

But it never comes.

“Fuck.” He balls his hand into a fist and slams it against the counter, causing all the products littering the top to rattle.

I jump, clutching my towel tighter around my body as I watch anger flicker in his eyes.

“Dimitri,” I whisper, but he only shakes his head, running his hands through his hair as the tendons in his neck flex.

He’s in shock, that’s why he’s acting like this. He just needs time to process.

“Dimitri,please.” I take another step toward him.

He’s looking anywhere but at me, and the tears start to sting my eyes at the rejection. “This can be a good thing. If we could just talk about is?—”

“I have nothing to say.” He turns, storming out of the bathroom without so much as a backwards glance.

I watch him go with tears in my eyes, the sound of his heavy footsteps disappearing out of my room and down the hall. I catch the faint echo of his office door slamming shut, and I know it’s all over.

My knees buckle beneath me, and I sink to the floor.

He doesn’t want this baby.

The thought makes my heart rip in two.

I bury my face in my hands as tears start to fall.

Had I been so wrong to believe that fate was on our side? That Dimitri and I were meant to be together all along, and we just needed the excuse of a fake marriage to realize it?

I guess it was all too good to be true.

27

DIMITRI

Zara’s pregnant.

That’s why she’s been so sick these past few weeks. It wasn’t anything to do with Giovanni after all.

My wife, the woman I love, is pregnant, and my first reaction was to slam my fist into the marble counter.

I caught the flash of fear in her eyes. Fuck.

I’ve been so worried about turning into my father that I never considered the fact that I might actually be worse.

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