Tasha sat alone in the clinic, nervously tapping her foot against the tiled floor. She couldn't shake the uneasy feeling in her stomach, not from the pregnancy, but from the looming question in her mind. "Is Jack really the father of this baby? Or her other fling?"

She hadn’t planned for any of this. Her life was already a mess, and the last thing she needed was to complicate Jack’s life too. But things had gone too far, and now, she had to find out if really this child belongs to Jack.

She'd be happy if it was Jack's but will be more happier if it isn't his. Because Jack...