Jasmine’s POV

Zenia and I were in the supermarket, throwing foodstuff into a trolley while moving from aisle to aisle.

“Put this in there,” she said, throwing two pregnancy tests into the cart.

“Zenia, I already told you that I’m not pregnant,” I pleaded.

“Let’s say that you are pregnant, Who’s the father?”

I gave her a death glare and if looks could kill, I would have killed my own sister.

“Hey, don’t get mad at me,” she said, throwing up her hands in surrender.

“I get why you asked that question, but Evan would definitely be the father since I never engaged in any sexual activities with Bradley.”

“So...