Page 124 of Until He Confesses

Shaking my head, I turned to look at my mother.

"What exactly did he say?" I asked.

She continued to stare at me.

"Are you pregnant?" Her question confirmed my fears. I wasn't surprised, but at the same time, I couldn't understand how he had discovered it so easily.

My mom seemed to read my mind because she answered accordingly.

"He knows you," she said. "Your mannerisms, your habits... how could he have missed that something was different?”

"We haven't been together for a few weeks."

"Exactly," she said. "Out of the blue, right? You broke up with him when you found out. Why would you do that? Raising a child is hard enough, but you planned to do it alone. How could you possibly be this stubborn?"

I couldn't listen to any of this right now. All I could think of was Lucas. He found out, and he was just leaving? I turned around and hurried out of the hall after him.

I didn't see him, even after I hurried down the stairs and out through the entrance doors. I was terrified that he had left without saying a single word to me after what he now knew. I truly didn't know what I had expected his reaction to be after finding out, but it was definitely not this degree of nonchalance. It scared me, and I truly couldn't understand why. But I didn't care to think things through, not until I had confirmed that he had just simply left without a word.

Just as I walked out the door, I noticed a black-tinted car driving away. I was certain it was his, and so I tried to go after it.

"Lucas," I called out when I realized how ridiculous I looked. I stopped and called out one more time, ready to turn around to leave if there was no response. For a few seconds, there wasn't, and then the car stopped. Tears had gathered in my eyes, but it was the last state I wanted him to see me in, so I wiped my eyes quickly and walked over as confidently as I could. His window was rolled down, so I stood before him.

Being this close, looking into his eyes, my heart hurt, especially as I wondered if my baby would have his eyes. His beautiful, kind, and loving gorgeous gray eyes.

"What is it?" he asked, and my heart hurt even more. I went straight to the point.

"You think I'm pregnant."

He stared at me and then he replied, "Am I wrong?"

I didn't respond right away.

"Is that it?" I asked.

"What do you mean?"

"If I was... you wouldn't... you wouldn’t care?"

He knew exactly what I was asking, so he asked me.

"Is it mine?" he asked, and all I could do was stare at him.

"You think I was sleeping with other people?"

"Were you?" he asked, and I almost gasped. Whether I was trying to contain the shock of his words or the hurt, I couldn't tell.

I stared at him and then I managed to muster a smile. I deserved this. I reminded myself. I deserved this, and this was what I had proclaimed I wanted anyway.

I nodded, working a smile to my lips.

"Alright," I said. "I understand."

I turned around to leave and didn't hear a single word from him.

"Were you even planning on telling me?" he yelled a few seconds later.

I stopped in my tracks at the anger in his voice. It was immense, and I felt so guilty. I turned around to see that he had gotten out of the car.

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