Page 125 of Ordinary Secrets

Suddenly, I feel more naked than I already am. I clutch the blanket closer to my body, wishing a shirt was within reach.

Trey rakes both hands through his hair. “How long have you known?”

I strain to keep my voice steady. “Three days.”

“Three days? You’ve known for three fucking days, and you didn’t think to mention it to me? Were you ever planning to let me in on your little secret?”

I shoot dagger eyes at him. “You should not be the one to lecture about secrets. I don’t think I have enough fingers to count how many you’re keeping from me.”

His face turns pale as his chest moves up and down in short breaths. “Who is he?”

“Huh?”

“Who’s the father?”

I tilt my head to the side. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, who did you sleep with?”

“You . . .”Why would he even ask that?

He chuckles low in his throat, shaking his head. “Unbelievable.”

“Trey, I didn’t sleep with anyone else.”

For a split second, his expression falters. He heard the conviction in my tone. Then he glares at me. “Don’t lie.”

“I’m not.”

“You’re not pregnant with my baby,” he says with just as much conviction.

“How are you so sure?”

He crosses his arms together. “Because I’m infertile.”

“What?”

“You heard me. I can’t have children.”

I gasp, and my head lurches back. Is this what he meant when he said he wanted kids but that it wasn’t “in the cards” for him? Is this why he wasn’t the least bit concerned about whether I was on birth control or not? “When were you planning on telling me that?”

“I—I didn’t think it was important.” Here’s another secret to add to his long list.

“Obviously, you’re not infertile, because I’m pregnant.”

“With who?”

“With you!”

He clenches his fists together. “Goddammit, Arella. Quit lying to me.”

“I’m not!” I shout.

“Bullshit!” he shouts back.

That’s it. I’ve had enough. I’m not going to sit here and be accused of lying and cheating when I haven’t.

I slide off the bed and shove my limbs into the closest shirt and pair of pants I can find. I feel Trey’s eyes on me the whole time. The lump in my throat grows with each wordless second that passes between us. Tears well into the corners of my eyes. I snatch my phone off the charger and storm down the hall.

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