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.

used to work at,

need to be rude.

out of an idiot.”

tolerate these insults anymore. Do

to do then? Hit

supposed to be heading to this

I saw your ugly ass.”

miss, I am

as ugly

are you so

considered me to be a trash. You just slept with

fingers. “I

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

the DNA test. But I need

“Think about what?”

know, and you to

are just too

lady who called

one,” she retorted.

“You can start

go!” She fired back at me,

at the

of your

only concerned. Since you’re carrying my

shut up!” She

both of us. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you.”

ANDRE’S POV

light filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow across my bedroom. With a yawn, I stretched my arms above my head, feeling the stiffness of sleep slowly ebbing away. The faint chirping of birds outside my window

at work. With a sense of urgency, I swung my legs over the side of the

of the city waking up below me. The distant hum of traffic began to grow louder, mingling with the early

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

tame the unruly strands into submission. A quick glance at the clock

trousers, the classic choice for an important meeting. As I dressed, I mentally went over the key points I needed to discuss, preparing myself