“It’s not his, and you know it.”

Vivian stared at the message before her, unable to comprehend it. What on earth was she saying? How did she even find out about it?

She paced around the empty house, the weight of the situation pressing down on her.

“How do I explain this to Ranya without him kicking me out of his house? Since I returned, we’ve only had sex once, and he didn’t even finish!”

Ranya wasn’t foolish; he was observant. She couldn’t pin a child on him without him suspecting her. She had to find a way to make him believe whatever lies she would weave. She had to...