CHAPTER 8

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DAVE I hadn’t fully grasped how ridiculous my excuse was until the words slipped out of my mouth. Even I had to fight the urge to laugh at my own absurdity. What was I thinking? I should’ve come up with something more believable—anything but this. “She’s pregnant,” her father said flatly, his sharp gaze flicking between me and Elara. “Pregnant? How is that even possible? Didn’t you two… you know, only sleep together two days ago?” Cedric, far too eager to stir the pot, let out a derisive scoff. “Oh, I knew something was off about this whole engagement. Figures.” His gaze zeroed in on Elara, and his lips twisted into a smug smirk. “What’s this, Elara? Your attempt to make me jealous? Because it’s not working.” Elara didn’t hesitate. Her response came quick and sharp, before I could ev

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