Page 143 of Sweet Deception
“I have too much respect for my family,” he admitted, “and I need my mother’s properties. That’s the only reason Grandma is still alive. But she’s pushing it by coming after you.”
I sighed.
“Is there anything you think I should know? Any secrets?” He questioned.
My brows furrowed. “No. Why?” I inhaled sharply. “ And can you just sit, please?”
He hesitated. “I’m fine standing.”
“You’re still angry with me.”
“I am.” His voice was calm, but firm.
“Gleb... I have something to tell you.” My throat felt dry. “You have to sit if you want to hear it.”
His gaze flickered over me, assessing. Then, finally, he sat beside me.
“What is it?” he asked.
I took a deep breath, trying to steady my heart. “Do you... like kids?”
His brows knitted together. “No.”
My stomach clenched.
“Why?” I asked, voice barely above a whisper.
“You’re asking why I don’t like kids?”
“Yes.”
His expression darkened. “I haven’t thought about it because I know what kind of father I’d be.”
I blinked. “What?”
“A bad one,” he muttered. “Like mine.”
I swallowed. “You think?”
He scoffed. “Yeah.”
I exhaled slowly. “I think I’m pregnant.”
Silence.
His whole body went still.
His eyes locked onto mine, and for a moment, he looked stunned.
Then he turned away.
I frowned. “What’s wrong? You don’t want me to be pregnant?”
“It’s not that,” he said, voice flat.
“Then what?” My pulse quickened. “You don’t seem happy. We’re having a child.”
He let out a slow breath, rubbing his temple. “You think this is good news, Anna? You think we get to be a happy little family?” His voice dropped, almost bitter. “That baby... belongs to them.”
