Before long, though, our paths crossed again.
That night, I returned home from work very late. The moment I walked in, the butler informed me that my parents had been waiting for quite some time.
Both of them sat on the couch with unusually serious expressions.
And sitting beside them was Evelyn, looking smugly pleased with herself.
I frowned immediately.
"What are you doing here?"
Then I turned toward my parents irritably.
"Why did you let her in? Have someone throw her out."
Before my parents could say anything, Evelyn spoke first.
"I'm pregnant."
She sounded absurdly confident.
I stared at her in disbelief.
"What does that have to do with me?"
She lifted her chin slightly. "It's yours."
"Bullshit."
I instinctively took a step back.
Honestly, hearing that felt worse than
