Page 49 of His Secretly Pregnant Cinderella

“Do not lie to me.”

“I’m not. But there was never space to tell you this definitively because...”

“Yes,” he said. “Give me your excuses. For why you lied.”

“You were in denial, and I didn’t outright lie. You didn’t use protection and you know it. I did suggest to you that they could be yours and...”

“You did not say they were.”

“You said you didn’t want children. Not ever.”

“And I don’t,” he said.

“You didn’t want to know, Constantine, admit it. You’ve been lost in this desperate idea that you were doing Alex a service and it made it all feel better to you, and I...part of me didn’t want to take that away. Part of me was just afraid of the rejection...”

“If you are pregnant with my children...”

“You’ll what? Marry me? You already have. It’s only that I realize that I had to tell you the truth. I cannot allow you to spend their entire lives memorializing a man to them who was their uncle, certainly, and who I cared for a great deal, but who I never...”

“They’re my children?”

“Yes,” she said.

“My twins,” he said, the words catching hard in his throat.

“Yes,” she confirmed.

“A boy. And a girl.”

“Yes,” she said.

And then, without pausing to think, without pausing to do anything at all, he stood from the table, and picked her up, throwing her over his shoulder. “The festivities will have to continue without us. I am eager to claim my wedding night.”

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