Page 87 of Clear Shot
I pick up the test and suddenly my blood runs cold.
PREGNANT.
The word is clear as day on the test, practically mocking me.
Pregnant?
This can’t be right.
It has to be a mistake.
That happens sometimes, but usually only when there’s something else wrong. One of my buddies’ girlfriends had a cyst that burst or something, and it was giving all kinds of weird hormones.
Is it worse than that?
Is Hana sick?
I walk back into the bedroom slowly.
“Hana? What’s going on?”
“Did you see?”
“The pregnancy test? Yes. I don’t understand.”
“Me either.”
“What do you mean?”
“I’m pregnant, Aiden.” She finally looks up and her eyes are filled with fear and anger and a few other emotions I can’t quite decipher.
Wait, why is she mad at me? It’s not like I could get her pregnant.
I freeze, my brain suddenly going into overdrive.
I’m not the one who got her pregnant.
So she was either already pregnant when we got married or she…cheated.
“Did you…cheat on me?” I ask in confusion.
Because I can’t even imagine it.
“What?” Now she’s the one who looks confused. “No, of course not!”
“So you were already pregnant when we got married. I’m assuming you didn’t know.” I sigh, running my hands through my hair.
“No, I wasn’t pregnant when we got married. I told you I hadn’t been with anyone in more than six months.”
I stare at her, and she stares back.
“Then you cheated.” I’m starting to feel a little nauseated.
“Stop it,” she says, scowling. “I wasn’t pregnant when we got married and I didn’t cheat. You’re the only man I’ve been with in approximately eight months.”
“You know that’s a lie, Hana. You might as well tell me what happened.” I’m hurt and disappointed and a plethora of other emotions.
Shecheated.
