Cynthia’s POV
The white walls of the bathroom close in on me as I stare at the pregnancy test in my hand, two faint lines confirming what I’d already suspected.
I’m pregnant.
I let my shoulders down, remembering the night with Alexander.
The drug I’d slipped into his drink was working exactly as planned, until….
I tightened my jaw.
Even though we had kissed passionately, and on the verge of being intimate, nothing else happened.
And it hurts.
Why? Why? Why?….
I flip my hair, glaring at the mirror that shows my angry reflection.
Why did he suddenly remember Isabel?
I still remember vividly how he muttered, ‘you’re not…. Isabel.’
Pushing me away from his embrace.
His body sinking into the bed, completely at my mercy.
It’s all because of Isabel!
I hate her so much.
I h
