The Love From Vengeance

143 IS IT MINE?

LUKE’S POV

“How are you so sure that this child is mine, huh?” I quizzed Tiffany, and my tone was goddamn serious. Playtime was over.

“I know it’s yours, Luke. I haven’t been with anyone else, since we, you know, split,” she answered firmly.

“But how can you be so sure? We’ve been apart for a while now,” I replied, still not convinced. “And we had sex only this one time. So, how can you be so sure?” “I’m sure, alright. And I won’t abort this baby, no matter what. You have to take responsibility,” Tiffany spoke loudly, I could see hear the anger out of her tone. Oh great. Now I had gotten myself into this goddamn situation. To be honest with myself, I still had doubts about Tiffany’s claim, but I couldn’t ignore the possibility that the child could be mine.

“You can run a DNA test if you want,” she suggested.

“You think I’m going to do that?”

“Of course. Why won’t you?”

“I just need you to be honest with me. Are you really pregnant?”

“What kind of stupid question is that? Of course I’m pregnant. Do you think I’ll just come to you and start making up false stories.”

“Might be possible.” I shrugged.

“Heyy!” She bawled immediately. “What do you take me for? A golddigger?”

“I never said that.”

“But that’s what you meant.”

“Did you come here to argue?”

“I didn’t, but I can see that that’s exactly what you want.”

“Hold on, how did you know I was at the hospital?”

“You’re at the hospital? Doing what?”

“Oh fuck, it’s none of your business. You don’t work in there again?” I gestured toward the hospital not too far from us.

to

be rude. It was just a

of an

these insults anymore. Do

going to do

sighed. “Don’t you have somewhere you’re supposed to be heading to this morning?”

until I saw your ugly ass.”

correction miss, I am

you were as ugly

you so mad?”

You considered me to be a trash. You just slept with me

fingers. “I totally forgot. You want

unfriendly look. “I don’t want your money. I just want you to take full responsibility for this child.”

DNA test. But I

“Think about what?”

me to know, and you

just too rude.”

the lady who called me a dirtbag.”

you are one,” she

can

you go!” She fired

to stand here at the road all day?”

none of your

you’re carrying my child.” I

shut up!”

the both of us. “I’ve been looking everywhere

ANDRE’S POV

a yawn, I stretched my arms above my head, feeling the stiffness of sleep slowly

jolted upright, remembering the important meeting scheduled for today at work. With a sense of urgency, I swung my legs

glanced out the window, taking in the serene view of the city waking up below me. The distant hum of traffic began to grow louder, mingling with

my eyes to clear the remnants of sleep. The mirror reflected back a slightly disheveled version of myself, my dark hair tousled from sleep. I splashed my face with cold water, feeling the refreshing shock wake me up

my hair, trying to tame the unruly strands into submission. A quick glance at the clock told me I was running behind schedule, and I hurriedly moved to my closet to pick out an

of navy blue trousers, the classic choice for an important meeting. As I dressed, I