EMILY’S POV.

“What!?” I exclaimed sharply. No, he couldn’t mean that. If he meant that, then it meant I was doomed. There would be no way out for me. No, I would be in knee-deep trouble.

My breaths came out faster, as my brain began to turn the information back and forth. The baby wasn’t John’s. It… it couldn’t be…

Never for once, had John and I made love without protective measures. He had always been careful about it because I told him I only wanted to get pregnant when we were finally married.

He had never complained, and had done exactly as I asked. If he heard I was...