Page 32 of Pastel Kisses

Then she’s back.

Sarah practically skips down the stairs, a gleeful grin plastered on her face.

She’s wearing almost nothing.

The sight makes me physically ill.

“Did you enjoy the show?” she sing-songs, eyes gleaming with victory.

I don’t answer.

I can’t.

She sees the tears, the utter devastation carved into my face, and her grin widens.

She’s won, and she fucking knows it.

But then, something twists inside me.

A shift.

A slow, steady burn in my gut, cutting through the sorrow like a blade through flesh.

Sarah thinks she’s broken me.

She thinks she’s won.

But she’s so fucking wrong.

I’m still here.

And I’m pregnant.

And I swear to every god that will listen—

I will get out of this.

I will get back to my family.

And when I do?

Sarah’s going to wish she had killed me when she had the chance.

Sarah notices the fire in my eyes as I silently shred her existence, piece by twisted piece, and the smug smirk on her face only grows.

“The drug has a few hours before it’ll leave your system,” she chirps, setting a tray of food on the desk, but she doesn’t move away. Instead, she stares, flicking her gaze between my face and my body, something calculating and cruel in her expression.

Then, like the psychopath she is, she delivers her next blow with casual cruelty.

“Oh, if you’re wondering why Jaxton was upset, I told him I was pregnant… with his baby.”

Shecackles, letting that bomb detonate, watching for the explosion.

Does she mean…

Not only is she fucking insane, but she’s a goddamn mind reader, too.

“That’s right.” She pops her hip, sliding a hand over her flat stomach as if she’s actually expecting. “We had sex right before you two met. We’re going to pass this baby off as mine.”

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