Alexander’s POV
I stare at Cynthia, my mind a foggy mess of half-remembered images.
I can see the smug smile on her face, as she claims to be pregnant with my child.
My child!
The word still sounds like a beat to my chest.
The only memory I could grasp is of us kissing, maybe a little more, but beyond that… nothing.
Jeez! I rub my hands on my temples. Taking a deep sigh.
“Cynthia you can’t be serious right?” I say, steadying my voice. As I try to break the tension that almost feels like a slice to my throat.
“How can you say that to me…eee?” She asks, letting tears roll her cheeks, looking towards my mother as if asking for her help.
I see a flicker of something run through her eyes—maybe mischief, just not able to comprehend.
“Are you now going to deny your child even befo
